Page 52 of High Roller

I start the toy on low and press it to my clit. It always takes me a few minutes to relax, but when the stress melts away from my shoulders, I turn up the speed on the toy. Shifting my hips as the orgasm builds.

When I close my eyes, I feel Victor’s nails on my nipples or scratching down my back. I imagine the tender way he kissed the scars on my thighs and the shame that washed over me as he did it. As I let the first orgasm take over my body, Victor’s face is replaced by Grace’s.

Again, she’s between my thighs and my hands are tangled in those cute brown curls. My body trembles as a second orgasm rolls through me.

I could stay like this for hours, fantasizing, imagining what it would be like to have them both here with me. This is some sort of Stockholm syndrome, I don’t know.

I moan through orgasm after orgasm until I can’t take anymore. I’m not sure how long I play. By the time I’m done, my skin is coated with a slick sheen of sweat and I’m sure I’ve left a wet spot on the sheets beneath me, but my body is more relaxed, and my mind is a little clearer.

As I come down from the last orgasm, I toss the toy on the nightstand next to me. As I’m sinking deeper beneath the covers, there’s a knock at the door.

“It’s Grace.”

“I’m awake,” I call back.

Grace steps into the room with a bag of food that smells delicious.

Her eyes go directly to the toy on the dresser and her cheeks turn red.

I sweep it into the top drawer of the nightstand and shrug. “Sorry. I have needs. Especially after everything I saw in the dungeon last night.”

She recovers from her embarrassment and passes me the bag. “I understand. My vibrator stays on the charger next to my bed for that very reason.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You don’t have anyone at the club to take care of those needs for you?”

When her cheeks flame again, I put a hand to my mouth. “Forgive me. Sometimes I ask questions that are entirely too personal.”

Grace laughs. “It’s fine. My role at the club is complicated and I’ve never felt comfortable getting involved with anyone.”

I open the bag and pull out the delicious bagel, not realizing how hungry I am until the food is sitting in front of me. “I’m sorry if my questions are making you uncomfortable,” I say to Grace.

She smiles as she sits in the chair next to the bed, holding on to her own drink and bagel.

“So where did we leave off yesterday?” she asks as she stabs a straw into her cup.

We fall into the same easy conversation from yesterday, and I find it effortless to tell her about my life and the way I ended up in the marriage with Phineas. We talk about her writing, her efforts to buy a car, and my work with various charities around the city.

“Have you heard from Victor since he left us last night?”

She shakes her head. “I sent him a text after I got home, but I know he was working late. He usually pops in sometime after the shop opens, so I’m sure we’ll see him today.”

“Was the party the other night terribly uncomfortable for you? With Victor making you hold my leash that way?”

Grace laughs. “That’s tame for Victor. I’m lucky he didn’t do worse after he came back. He’s known for his… inventive punishments.”

The turn of phrase makes me giggle, and Grace joins in the laughter.

The door flies open startling both of us as Grace is mid-giggle, and Victor fills the door.

“What the fuck is going on, Gracie? You were supposed to open the shop twenty minutes ago and I find you in here playing sleepover with her?”

She jumps up, spilling her drink as she looks at her watch. “Shit! I’m so sorry. I just lost track of time. We were talking.”

Victor steps into the room and motions her out the door. “Go. I’ll clean up the mess.”

But I’m already up and in the bathroom to grab a towel. “I’ve got it.”

“Sit your ass down,” Victor snarls.

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