Page 20 of High Roller

“Don’t allow your subs to masturbate?” she asks, her voice breathy as she continues to play. “It’s a common rule. A little pedestrian if you ask me. What would you do if you caught a sub masturbating?”

I shake my head. This woman is a fucking brat. I hate brats. “I would tie you to that bed and put a vibrator in your cunt. The kind that stimulates your clit and your g-spot. And then I would bring you to the edge over and over again. Keep you like that for days, only giving you a break when the toy needs to be charged. Even during the night, I would keep it on a low vibration. But you wouldn’t come. Not for a long, long time. Days. A week or more if I’m feeling particularly cruel.”

Her breathing turns ragged, and her breasts rise and fall as she listens, and her fingers rub faster.

“Are you seriously getting off to this, Liliana?”

She moans, and I stalk to the bed and grab her wrist, pulling her hand away from her clit before she can make herself orgasm.

“Naughty girl, Liliana,” I say in a chiding tone. I enjoy saying her full name. Lili doesn’t quite suit her the way Liliana does.

Luckily, these beds are made for kink, so there is a hidden set of restraints. I grab the correct cuff and quickly attach it to her wrist.

When I’ve got the second one in place, I step back and admire the view.

“Should I bind your legs as well, or will you behave and talk to me like this?”

She closes her legs and tugs on the chains. “Let me go, you bastard.”

“Sorry, Spitfire, you had your chance at freedom and clothing. Now you get neither.”

“You call being locked in a room, freedom?”

I laugh. “Not complete freedom, but what I gave you is better than what you’re getting now. Perhaps I can have you moved to our warehouse, and you can live in the cell we keep people in before we kill them.”

It’s a bit of an exaggeration. In our five years here, we’ve only killed two people in that warehouse, and the cell is nonexistent. But she doesn’t need to know that.

“You’re a fucking monster,” she whispers.

“I already warned you of that, Liliana. But I came in here to tell you I have no intention of hurting you unless you force the issue. I only hurt women who like it. Though I suppose we’ve already established just how much you like it.”

A tear drips down her cheek, and a twinge of guilt settles in my gut. But I can’t let her go, so I toss a blanket over her naked form and head for the door. Partly because I don’t want her to be cold, and partly because I can’t stand looking at what her husband did to her.

“You can stay like that for a while. I’ll be back in a few hours, and if you’re ready to behave, we can talk about letting you be free again.”

She doesn’t respond, just turns her face away, so she’s not looking at me.

I stalk out of the room and run straight into Gracie. It’s later than I realized if she’s already here for her shift in the sandwich shop.

I point a finger in her face. “Don’t you dare let her free, understood?”

Her lip trembles, and she shakes her head “Understood, Sir. I would never.”

“I’m not talking about out of the room. Don’t let her out of the restraints. She’s being punished. Leave her there. No matter how much she begs.”

Her mouth falls open, but she nods solemnly, and I walk away, leaving her to stare after me.

Chapter 8

Lili

Ispendafewminutes jerking at my restraints, cursing myself for being so stubborn. My stubbornness has always been a double-edged sword, often getting me where I want to go in life, and sometimes leaving me in undesirable predicaments like now.

When Victor pulled that gun on me yesterday morning, I thought for sure I was going to die in my hotel room, and I was horrified that my judgment of him had been so far off base. At the same time, I was at peace and glad that I would finally be done with Phineas.

I have no clue what they have against my husband, but whatever it is, I’m sure it’s valid. Phineas is a monster of epic proportions, and I’ve been on the receiving end of his anger before, as evidenced by the scars on my thighs. The same rage lives inside of Victor, but last night my gut said he would never hurt me.

Now I’m not so sure.

---