Page 124 of High Roller

“Both, Goddess,” I whisper.

Lili pushes me onto the lounge so I’m on my back, and grabs my legs, securing them on either side, making it impossible for me to close them.

Victor comes to the head of the bench and pulls my arms above me. Then he pulls a pocket knife from his slacks and pops the blade open. The clicking sound it makes seems deafening even over the music pumping through the sound system and the cries of pain and pleasure around me.

I must flinch, because Victor chuckles, and Lili brings the blade to my chin. “Don’t be scared, toy. I have no intention of hurting you. Just be still.”

It takes a second for her to find the right tension, but the blade slices through my dress with ease when she does. The cool air that hits my skin almost stings, my senses are so heightened.

She lays the blade on my abdomen and hooks a finger into the crotch of my panties. It was surprising when Victor picked them out for me, but now I think I understand why. Was he planning this scene with Lili this whole time?

“Master Victor, your girl has soaked her panties already. What do you think of that?” She slides her finger up and down the gusset of my underwear, letting her knuckle graze my already swollen clit.

“I think we should get rid of them and torment her pussy as a lesson.”

Lili laughs wickedly. “You should feel how twitchy she is, Sir. It’s impressive. I’ve always thought Grace was a good girl, not a horny little slut.”

She shoves two fingers inside my slick opening, and I shudder around her. What on earth is happening right now? She quickly pulls her fingers free and shoves them in my mouth.

“Did Master Victor tell you about the time I almost bit his fingers off?”

I gasp around her digits as they probe my tongue, and I glance up in time to see Victor glaring at Lili who is grinning at him like an imp.

“Cut her panties off. Now, Lili.”

Lili pulls her fingers from my mouth and picks up the knife, pulling the crotch of my panties away from my skin again. Then she slices through them, repeating the process on either side of the elastic so that there are two pieces when she is done. She pulls them free and discards them on the floor.

“Her pussy needs a good whipping to remind her of her place.”

I’ve never heard Lili talk like this before, so the words shock me. Lili reaches out and pinches a nipple hard until I squeal, and Victor bends to capture the other in his mouth, sucking hard.

“We’ll take care of her pussy later,” he says as he stands up straight again.

He motions for Lili to come to him, and she hesitates for a moment too long. His hand shoots out, and he hooks a finger through the D ring on her collar, jerking her towards him.

“Strip, my little whore,” he growls.

Her face reddens, and she looks down at me then back to Victor before she lifts her dress over her head. When she’s naked except for a pair of stockings and her heels, she stands before Victor for his approval.

I take the moment to drink in her shape. She is all long lines and lean muscle from her workout routine, a stark contrast to my softer curves. But I’m not self-conscious about the differences in our bodies. One thing about working at the club for so long is that I’ve learned to appreciate my own body and its unique shape more because I get to see and appreciate so many other unique shapes every week when I’m here.

Victor pulls a vibrator from his pocket and slides it inside of me. One piece sticks out and rests against my clit. It starts out low, and I whimper, lifting my hips trying to get more contact with the vibrations.

He turns it up higher until I’m on the brink of an orgasm, then he turns it off completely and undoes the cuffs on my ankles.

“Trade places with Lili,” he orders.

I stand and move out of the way so Lili can sit.

She doesn’t lay back as I did, instead, she sits on the edge with her legs spread wide.

“I expect you to worship her pussy just the way you worshiped my cock last night, butterfly. Show her how devoted to her pleasure you are with your tongue.”

I kneel between her thighs and look up as Victor tucks a hand beneath her chin. “And you, my little whore, better ask me before you come all over Grace’s face or you will be punished.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. Even beneath her mask, I can see red creeping out on her cheeks. But she looks down at me and lifts her hips, so her pussy is right in my face.

“I’m waiting, my dirty little slut.”

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