Page 25 of High Roller

My mouth falls open. “But I’m not your sub.”

“Tonight, you are. Or I can just leave you here. Now, which will it be? Are you going to be my good little whore tonight or spend the evening here alone?”

It takes every ounce of effort in me, but I swallow my pride because there is no way I’m sitting in this room when I’m presented with an opportunity for a bit of freedom. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.”

Victor tugs my leash again as he opens the door and leads me down the long hallway. We end up in a social area that is flanked by four archways that lead into other play spaces. An ornate carving of each of the four suits of cards is in the center of each arch. It’s over the top on the Vegas imagery, especially for a place off strip and as elegant as this, but I still like it.

Not surprisingly, we head for the arch with the club symbol.

“This is where I spend most of my time,” Victor explains as we stand in the entry. “Each of the other four owners has a space they curate as well.”

I glance behind me at the other three archways. “Four?” I question.

Victor points at the diamond. “Yes, four. It used to just be three. But when Tobias and Owen joined forces and married Bellamy, we brought Tobias in as another owner and business partner. He and Owen share the diamond room.”

I’m curious about the relationship between Bellamy and her two husbands. I don’t like the one that I have, so I can’t imagine having two.

“Can I see the other spaces?” I ask.

Victor nods and tugs on my leash, pulling me into the nearest of the three rooms. As we tour the other three spaces, I’m struck by how beautiful everything is. This is not what I imagined a BDSM club would look like. This is high-end luxury. My suspicion that this club has many rich and powerful members is all but confirmed.

When we finish our tour, Victor leads me back to his area, and I have to hold in my gasp as we step into the space.

It is an assault on the senses. Sweat, sex, and the faint smell of candle wax drift through the air. A woman cries out in anguish, but when I find the source of the cry, her face is pure bliss as a man whips her with a thin rod that looks painful.

Everywhere I turn, people are playing with pain and intense sensation. The energy in the room matches what it was like in the hotel suite with Victor. I do my best to put that out of my mind. But it is not a night I will soon forget.

He leads me through the room, and I can sense all eyes on us. Even people who are deep into their scenes glance our way. They know he’s one of the owners, and they’re curious about the woman he has on a leash. It’s odd to be the center of attention. Whenever I’m out with Phineas, I’m expected to fade into the background so he can shine. But here, I’m part of the spectacle. They’re paying as much attention to me as they are to him. And it’s intoxicating.

He sits on a chair that looks to have been made for royalty, and I have the good sense to kneel next to it when he gives a subtle glance at the floor.

“It would seem you’re a natural,” he murmurs in my ear before sitting up straight again.

I blush, not sure of how to respond, so I don’t. I just take in all the sights and sounds of this room. Some of what I see shocks me at first, but after a moment to process and take it in, I find it all very arousing and beautiful. Before last night, you wouldn’t have gotten me to believe I could engage in kinks like this, especially given the ways Finn likes to hurt me, but the visceral rawness and primal nature of this play space appeals to me very much, and I feel safe here despite the cries of pain I hear coming from the various stations. If it weren’t for the fact that I am being held hostage, I would be right at home here.

Chapter 9

Victor

Idon’tknowwhatpossessed me to give in to Lili’s request to join me at the party tonight, but the vision of her on her knees at my feet while I hold on to the leash attached to her collar, is doing things to me.

I’m supposed to be keeping my hands off of her, but after this, it seems like an impossible mission.

Her hair has returned to its perfect knot at the back of her head, and I want to reach out and pull the pins free. It looks so much better falling around her shoulders and down her back. But I don’t dare do that because once I open the floodgates, I might not be able to stop myself.

“The atmosphere here is incredible,” she says, turning her head to gaze up at me.

Harper, one of the club submissives, passes by just as Lili speaks, and her eyes dart to me for my reaction.

“When you’re kneeling, you don’t speak unless spoken to.”

Lili frowns. “That’s ridiculous. How am I supposed to learn anything if I can’t ask questions?”

Harper frowns, and I glare at her. “Can I help you?”

Her gaze falls, and she shakes her head. “No, Master Victor.”

“Then move along unless you’d like a repeat of last week.”

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