Page 96 of High Roller

My face heats, but Victor flashes a wolfish grin in her direction. “I appreciate your astuteness.”

“I’ve had the pleasure of kissing her, so I understand your eagerness.”

“Oh my god. Can this get any more embarrassing?”

Victor raises an eyebrow. “I’m sure that could be arranged if that’s what you would like, Mariposa. You seemed to get off on Lili watching you take your punishment.”

My face feels like it’s on literal fire, and so do other parts of my body as I bury my face in my hands. “No, Sir. That won’t be necessary.”

“Good. But if you change your mind, humiliation is something I enjoy playing with, as I’m sure you’ve noticed at the club.”

“Emotional and physical sadism?” Lili questions. “That’s an intense combination.”

“Perhaps. But it produces the wettest little subs. Isn’t that right, Grace?”

I hate how right he is.

Lili’s laugh is music I could listen to on repeat. “I’ll excuse myself, but if you ever decide you want to explore having an audience, Grace, I would be happy to indulge.”

I give her a little wave as she heads up the stairs. Victor shakes with laughter as he motions for me to come and stand in front of him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your face so red, butterfly. Are you OK?”

“Yes, Sir. This is all just very overwhelming.”

“We should try and sleep. Will you come and lie with me? If something happens, I would rather not have to run all over the place to collect the two of you, and Lili is close enough to my room to hear if I shout.”

“I’ll lay with you.”

“Do you want more than sleep?”

I chew on my lip and look at him, trying to gauge why he’s asking.

“There is no wrong answer, Grace.”

“I do, but I’m not sure how much more,” I admit. “There is still so much unsettled between us.”

“How much needs to be settled for you to come for me like a good girl?”

It sounds like such a logical question. But my brain is mush, and I don’t want to do something that fucks up our friendship. Then again, how much more could an orgasm change things if him bending me over the kitchen counter for a spanking and then stealing my panties doesn’t impact things?

“I’ll come to bed with you, and we can decide what happens from there.”

He offers me his hand and together we walk up the stairs.

“I don’t have anything to sleep in.”

“You don’t need anything in my bed. Strip.”

I hesitate, and he pulls me to him. “Shall I do it for you, butterfly?”

I nod and raise my arms over my head so he can lift my shirt off.

The skirt and bra take him only a few seconds to discard, and my panties are still in his pockets as far as I know. When I’m naked, he pulls the blankets back and points at the pillow. “In you go.”

I climb into bed and watch as he undoes his tie. Suddenly, I want to do something for him.

“May I?”

He stops with the loosened tie still around his neck. “May you what?”

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