Page 26 of High Roller

The girl scurries to the other side of the room, but she’s still watching us. I jerk on Lili’s chain and order her to turn and face me.

“You being here is violating a lot of rules. You kneeling at my feet and wearing my pin without having gone through the proper training protocols is causing issues with the other subs who are part of this club. So please just fucking do as I say, or you’re going right back to your room.”

Her lips press together in a tight line, but she gives a curt nod.

I tug the leash, pulling her up and closer to me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you, Spitfire.”

She huffs. “Yes, Sir.”

I flash her a wolfish grin. “Good girl.”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” she bites out.

I glare again. “Do I need to show you what happens to disobedient submissives, Lili?”

She squirms as if she’s unsure how she wants to answer. Finally, she drops back, so she’s kneeling with her butt resting on her heels and shakes her head. “No, Sir.”

“That’s what I thought. Now turn around and keep quiet. If you have a question, you can tap my leg twice. If I give you permission, then you may ask.”

That seems to satisfy her, and she turns to face the room again. There’s a lot going on tonight, with some of our flashier members engaging in intense play that is always fun to be in the audience for. I often strap a submissive to one of the crosses or frames in the center of the room for my entertainment, but tonight, I’m enjoying the sight of Lili soaking up the surroundings.

A few minutes later, she taps my leg.

“Ask your question.”

“I don’t see any women dominating others. Is this a sexist club?”

I snort. “Hardly. There just aren’t any playing in here right now. When Amarjit arrives, you’ll probably get a front row view as she shoves needles into her submissive’s cock or labia, depending on which one she’s playing with tonight.”

What I don’t tell Lili is that the man who lets the Amarjit torture him is a known contract killer. Our group is made up of all kinds. Amarjit, for example, is a doctor, but she willingly treats our men if they get injured and don’t want to go to the hospital, and she doesn’t get law enforcement involved. I can’t say what has blurred the lines of morality for her, but we don’t question it.

“I’m glad it’s not sexist,” Lili murmurs.

Twice more, she taps my leg for questions. The second time, I deny her permission because I want to see how she’ll react to being told no.

She clenches her fists in her lap, and I can tell she wants to argue. But she stays quiet.

I’m about to let her speak again when I spot Owen hovering in the archway. When we make eye contact, he motions me over with a jerk of his head.

I scan the room in search of Gracie. When I land on her, she immediately smiles at me, and I crook a finger, indicating she should approach me.

Gracie

IcatchVictor’sgazeout of the corner of my eye, and he motions me to him. Without hesitation, I hurry to his chair and kneel when he points to the ground.

“Yes, Master Victor? How can I please you tonight?” It’s not a question I typically ask, but something about seeing him with Liliana at his feet makes me want to show off a little.

There are a million ways I would love to please Victor, but I doubt he’ll never see me that way.

He leans in and tucks a hand under my chin, his touch sending a little thrill through my body. A reaction I’ve never grown out of even with all our years of friendship.

“I have to attend to something, and I can’t leave our guest unsupervised. You are to kneel here and hold on to her leash until I return.”

I nod solemnly. “Yes, Master Victor.”

“If she escapes, Gracie, I will whip you harder than you’ve ever been whipped before, is that clear? And don’t forget, I’m putting needles in you tonight. You are painfully aware I can make that as pleasant or unpleasant as I want.”

My eyes grow wide, and I cast a sideways glance at his prisoner.

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