Page 115 of High Roller

“I could stare at you for hours. It was a delight to find you naked in bed, and your picture was an unexpected treat. When Lili is gone, I’m going to keep you naked at home.”

I frown at the thought of Lili leaving us, but I know it’s inevitable.

He pulls me closer to him and presses a kiss to the soft skin of my belly. “And you always smell nice, too,” he murmurs. “I appreciate that about you.”

He drags a hand from the small of my back to the swell of my bottom and squeezes softly. “Over my knee, Grace.”

I lay across his lap and will my heart to slow down. Even though I know what’s about to happen, I’m still nervous about the pain. And it’s silly to be nervous. Victor knows what he’s doing. He knows how to take it just to the edge of too much and bring me back to the safe zone of pleasure again.

His hand lingers on the curve of one cheek as he waits for me to settle.

As he pulls away, I brace myself for the impact. It’s gentle at first. A pat. And then it increases until there is a mild sting, and he moves back and forth from one side to the other until my skin is warm.

Then he stops and gathers a handful of hair, lifting my head. “Are you ready to cry for me, Grace?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, my shoulders rising and falling as I inhale deeply.

“Good, because I’m not stopping until I see a puddle of tears on the floor.”

And suddenly he’s spanking me again. This time, he’s not holding back, and I find myself kicking and whimpering. But no tears come.

Fuck. What if I don’t cry? I don’t always cry when he spanks me.

“Give me what I want, Grace. I can take my belt off if I need to,” he says after what feels like an eternity.

Then he slides a hand between my legs and clucks his tongue as if disappointed. “No wonder you’re not crying. You’re too busy focusing on how wet this cunt is. Stand up.”

I jump up at his command and he stands with me, guiding my hands so they are clasped behind my head.

“Spread your legs.”

I do as I’m told, wondering what he has planned.

“If you’re going to focus on your pussy, we’ll just spank you there instead.”

I suck in a breath.

“What’s that, butterfly?”

“Nothing, Sir.”

“Good. Don’t close your legs or I’ll tie you to the bed with them spread.”

He steps closer to me and cups my slick pussy.

Then he pulls his hand back and smacks me hard. I bend forward but manage to keep from closing my legs.

“Back in position, dirty girl.”

He makes me stand and endure smack after smack against my tender heat, each one harder than the last. When a single tear rolls down my cheek, he leans in and licks it away, taking me by surprise.

“That was hot,” I whisper.

He throws his head back and laughs. “You’re perfect.”

Then he shoves me toward the bed and pushes me, so I’m bent over it face down and kicks my legs apart as he peppers my ass with stinging smacks. Every dozen or so he switches to smacking my inner thighs or my sensitive pussy, and he doesn’t stop until I’ve soaked the bedspread below.

Then I hear him pulling his cock free. “I don’t have a condom, Grace. So, I’m going to rub the head of my dick against your clit until you come. Then I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

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