Page 92 of High Roller

“What can I do for you?”

He pulls me close for a hug and kisses the top of my head. “Just being here is enough, Grace.”

“You shouted my name to get me down here. What did you want?”

He shakes his head. “It’s hard to explain. Just your presence. Don’t trust Lili so easily. We’re both attracted to her, but we can’t let her get tangled up with us when we don’t know how well we can trust her.”

He’s right, but I’m comfortable with her, so it’s hard not to trust her at least a little. Still, I place a hand on his chest and let the warmth of his body connect with my palm as his heart races. As I take in a slow deep breath, he follows my lead and his heart beat slows to a steady rhythm. I like that I can calm him. “I won’t get tangled up with her, Victor. That’s kind of hard when we don’t even know how long she’ll be with us.”

He nods and kisses my forehead. “You should get some sleep.”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur even though I’m not ready for sleep yet. “Which room should I take?”

“I would ask you to take mine, but I don’t think you will.”

The admission surprises me. “Would you be in your bed with me?”

He raises an eyebrow. “I honestly hadn’t gotten that far.”

“We really are in uncharted territory here, aren’t we?”

“Something like that.”

My stomach growls and Victor steps back and glares at me. “Lying to me, Mariposa? That’s not good.”

My face turns red, and I inwardly curse my stomach for betraying me. Before Owen arrived with Lili, Victor asked if I was hungry, but I put him off because I didn’t want him to make a fuss. My plan was to raid the fridge later.

He tugs me into the kitchen and points to the counter as he pushes me against it. “Lay your cheek on the counter, Grace.”

I obey as my heartbeat pounds in time with the pulsing between my thighs. “What should the punishment for lying be?” he muses out loud as he caresses my upturned bottom.

I’m not sure if he’s asking me or himself, so I stay quiet.

“First, tell me what you want to eat. I can order something, or I can cook, but whatever it is, you’re staying right there until it’s ready to eat.”

“What can you cook?”

“I can cook anything, Mariposa. Cooking is a hobby.”

I didn’t know that about him, but it shouldn’t surprise me. “What can you make quickly?” I ask, hoping I don’t sound too desperate.

He chuckles. “I can makehuevos rancheros.”

My stomach grumbles again and he slams his hand into my ass. The skirt and panties I’m wearing dull the sting, but not much.

“That sounds good, Sir.”

Victor leaves me where I am, and moves around the kitchen, pulling out the stuff to cook with.

Then he’s behind me again. He lays a wooden spoon on the edge of the counter next to me and raises my skirt and hooks his fingers into the elastic of my panties.

“Before I cook, I’m going to warm up your ass, so you have something to think about while you’re eating, Mariposa.”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.

After lowering my panties to my knees, he picks up the spoon and rubs the smooth wood over my bare skin. I shudder as he drags it between my legs before pulling it away.

Then he slams it into my left cheek and immediately repeats the motion on the right. He spanks me for what feels like several minutes. Sometimes focusing on one spot and sometimes moving all around. But the pace stays fast and hard with no actual breaks between smacks. A true Victor-style punishment spanking. As he gets further into the spanking, he scolds me. Something he knows I hate but also find effective as punishment.

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