Page 117 of High Roller

I shake my head, trying not to be distracted by his glorious scent. “I’m not. But this is out of the blue and I want to understand.”

He stares at me intently, his dark brown eyes boring into me. “You clearly have a stalker. And after the incident at the school, it would give me a small amount of comfort if you knew how to defend yourself. And Lili told us what happened to her. If she’d had some training, she might have been able to injure him and get away faster.”

Lili shudders beside me, and I reach out to squeeze her hand.

“OK. Thank you for explaining,” I whisper, still staring up at him.

He kisses me, his lips harsh against mine in a way that is more protective than I thought a kiss could be. When he steps back, he’s not my broody, yet caring Dom. He’s a focused, no-nonsense instructor launching into a spiel on being aware of your surroundings at all times. Then he shows us how to find pressure points, and the best ways to take a man down if they attack us from behind, from the side, or from the front.

All of it is very overwhelming, but by the end of the session I’m glad to have the knowledge under my belt. But I’m also all too aware of Lili’s body every time he has us practice taking each other down. And when I wind up pinned beneath him and his deadly stare he laughs and pulls me up. “Next time, I’m bringing a vibrator and forcing you to get off so you can focus on the task and not your needy little cunt, butterfly. This is life or death.”

“Then you both need to stop looking at me like I’m a meal you’re about to devour. And perhaps next time don’t come down here smelling like sex and danger,” I retort.

He narrows his eyes, trying to decide if I’ve crossed the line from sassy to brat. It’s such a fuzzy line, even for me who doesn’t usually brat.

“Fair enough,” he finally says, offering me his hand once more. “Sex and then training from now on. But let’s go, butterfly, you can help me shower and if you’re lucky, I’ll get you off. Or I’ll let you simmer all night.”

Lili stands back as we head for the stairs back up to the main level of the house and Victor turns. “Come on, Spitfire. Shower on your own or join the two of us.” Then he looks at me with a wink.

“Tomorrow, you and Lili can practice while I’m at work. When I get back, you can both show me how you’ve improved. Deal?”

The next day, Lili and I find ourselves in the gym after Victor left us with instructions to drill each other on the moves he taught us last night. “I’ll be testing both of you. Grace I can punish however I see fit,” his gaze turns to Lili, hot and intense as he straightens his tie, “and don’t think for a second that because you’re not my submissive, I won’t find a way to punish you too if you ignore me.”

Lili is unfazed. She simply smirks and points for the door. “Leave us, you oaf. And while you’re out causing mayhem or whatever you do with your day, you can imagine me, here, pinning your girl to the mat. And when I can’t resist a taste of her lips, you’ll have only yourself to thank for the way she moans my name.”

Victor’s nostril’s flare, and for a second, I expect him to growl something menacing. Instead, he cups my face in both hands and kisses me rough and deep. His hands slide from my face to my hair, giving him better control of the angle as he bruises my lips with his frustration. When I whimper, he pulls away, slides a hand beneath my skirt, and dips one finger inside my aching pussy. “If you so much as dream about having an orgasm without me here, butterfly? You won’t sit for a week.”

I moan as he slowly finger fucks me in front of Lili, making my face go red. “Play all you want,” he whispers against my ear, “but your orgasms are still mine, and I want to see every twitch, hear every moan as you lose control.”

He gives Lili a smug look and a kiss on the cheek, then stalks out of the bedroom, leaving both of us speechless.

Now, we’re standing in the gym, and the sexual tension is thick as we try to run through the various moves Victor taught us. But my brain is misfiring again, and Lili keeps pinning me. After the fifth time winding up underneath her, she presses her lips to mine.

I whimper and wriggle my arms free from her grasp to wrap them around her neck, losing myself in the kiss. We are frantic as we explore each other’s mouths, tongues dancing, hands sliding down sweaty fabric. I growl in frustration when her tight sports bra won’t budge as I try to peel it off her sticky skin. She sits up and laughs. “Hang on, gorgeous girl, let’s go shower before we can play.” But I shake my head.

“No. I want you here. Like this. The fact that I can’t come, doesn’t mean I can’t get you off.”

Lili raises an eyebrow. “You really gonna hold back and not come for me?”

I nod solemnly. “There are few promises I’m ever comfortable breaking, but especially not ones I make to my Dom. Power exchange is meaningful to me and I submitted and gave him the right to own my pleasure. I won’t back down from that for an orgasm or two. Not when I know that the orgasms I’ll get for obeying will be even better. The two of you making me come at the same time when I’ve been a good girl? So much hotter than the denial and conversation with Victor’s belt that I’ll get if I give in to my desire.”

Lili gasps at my little speech and brushes a damp curl away from my face. “Wow. You made that sound hot as fuck, Grace. Not enough for me to ever be willing to hand over control of my pleasure like that. But still. In that case,” she pauses and peels her sports bra off her chest and sits up on her knees to push her yoga pants down. “Have your way with me, gorgeous.”

I push her back on the mat and straddle her hips, letting my eyes wander from the long column of her neck to the first swell of her breasts. Her nipples tighten under my gaze as she inhales deeply. I cup her in my hands, letting a thumb and forefinger knead each sensitive tip until she writhes beneath me. Unable to resist any longer, I bend and kiss her neck, soft at first, until I’m overwhelmed with the desire to leave my mark.

Feral is not something I’ve ever described myself as in bed, but Victor and Lili both seem to bring out a rougher side to my sexuality. I sink my teeth into the sensitive spot where her shoulder and neck meet, and she digs her nails into my back as she hisses.

Guilt slams into me as I remember the marks on her thighs and I bolt upright. “I’m so sorry. Was that OK?”

She looks at me with longing. “Grace, it was more than OK. Don’t let what my bastard husband did to me impede your desires. Every mark you and Victor leave on me is erasing a terrible memory.”

I trail a finger over the angry red spot I’ve left on her collarbone, and wince. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask first.”

She grips my wrist and shakes her head. “No guilt, lover. I hope it bruises. I’m going to love being marked by you.”

A voice startles both of us. “Grace can’t stand the thought of truly hurting someone. Can you butterfly?”

He strolls into the room pulling off his suit jacket. “Now I know this isn’t one of the maneuvers I taught you.” He crouches down and captures my lips in a brutal kiss. “You smell like sweat and sex, butterfly. Did you behave or do I need to bend you over the weight machine and fuck your tight little ass after I’ve spanked the hell out of you for taking pleasure that isn’t yours to take?”

---