Page 64 of High Roller

The door opens and I tense as I sense his presence looming behind me.

“There’s barely any redness left. Perhaps I let you off too easily,” he says as he moves closer to me. His fingertips skim my bare skin, and I shudder.

“What do you think, Mariposa? Do you need more?”

“I need something,” I mutter, suddenly annoyed with my own horniness.

His hand slides into my hair, and he pulls me up until I’m standing in front of him.

“Tell me what you need.”

My gaze flits from one corner of the room to the other, determined not to make eye contact. But he lets go of my hair and captures my face between both hands, as he rests his forehead on mine.

“Don’t look away, butterfly. I want an honest answer. What do you need?”

“An orgasm,” I whisper, shame heating my cheeks.

“Tell me, Grace, what’s the rule if you get punished during club hours?”

“No orgasms at the club,” I answer. “Not that I’ve ever had anyone at the club wanting to give me one.”

Victor laughs. “That’s where you’re wrong. You’ve had plenty of interest.”

I frown. “I have?”

Now, Victor looks ashamed. “You wear my pin. People tend to ask me before they approach you.”

My mouth drops open. “And you tell them no? Why the hell would you do that?” I’m irrationally mad now, and I want to storm out of the office.

He sighs. “Only because I’m familiar with these people and they wouldn’t treat you right. You deserve the best.”

“And you’re the best?”

He growls. “I didn’t say that. Why are we talking about this?” Dropping my face, he backs away and shoves his hands into his pockets.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I don’t know why I’m upset.”

“Do you want me to give you an orgasm, Grace? We’ve never negotiated that as part of our dynamic since you work for the club. But I would be willing if that’s what you want.”

“Oh, gee thanks. You’re so kind,” I say, petulantly.

He runs a hand through his hair. “This is unlike you. Do you need another spanking?”

“No, Sir. I could use a restroom break, though.”

He nods to his private bathroom. “Go. You have three minutes.”

I scurry into the bathroom, and wash my hands, in a hurry to get back out to him. When I step back into the office, he’s shed his jacket and is loosening his tie.

“I’m going to give you a choice.”

His tone is dominant and sexy, and I should be excited, but something about this isn’t right. I can’t put my finger on what it is, but I have to say something. “Victor, stop.”

He frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“The club isn’t open. I let you spank me because you were right about it being wrong for me to eavesdrop. But I can’t tell what you’re trying to do here and after last night, I’m confused about what I’m experiencing right now.”

Victor pulls me close and kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry, Mariposa.”

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