30. Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Grace
My clit is still throbbing from the toy and Victor eating me out. I’m glad he gave me one orgasm before he requested control of my pleasure, or I would be a miserable wreck.
Still, he knew exactly what I needed in the moment and gave me something else besides my arousal to focus on. Picking out a suit for him was calming and watching him get dressed put my attention right back on my need. But it was different. He made it seem as if being needy and going without an orgasm was a service to him. Was filling a need. And he’s right, I like being needed, useful, or any other word you might use to describe my service kink.
I’ve always known Victor was a sadist, but I’ve never thought of myself as a masochist. The term emotional sadism was intriguing to me. It’s not something I’d thought about until Lili mentioned it last night. I want to research and see if that’s something I might be into. It sounds like something that should frighten me, but it doesn’t. Instead, it’s got me still kneeling naked on Victor’s bedroom floor, trying not to give in to the urge to rub my clit and get myself off.
I don’t want to disappoint him, though, so I force myself up and go to the bathroom to freshen up.
The toy is in the sink, and temptation is strong. But I wash it and put it back in the box before I use his mouthwash to freshen my breath, wash my face with a rag, and then dress in yesterday’s clothes.
Downstairs, Victor leans against the kitchen counter on his phone. Seeing him in the suit I picked out for him turns my arousal up to eleven and I have to take a deep breath before stepping into his line of sight. I look around for Lili, but I don’t see her.
As he’s talking, he crooks his finger at me, and I go to him.
“I told her I’m switching shifts for today. I’ll be in this afternoon, and we’ll skip the party tonight.” he says as his hand skims up my thigh and underneath my dress.
His fingers find my pussy as he continues the conversation with someone from work. He pumps two digits in and out of me until I whimper, and he pulls them free and shoves them both in my mouth.
When he finishes the call, he pulls me close for a lengthy kiss.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear.
“What did I do?” I ask.
“You didn’t give into temptation when I left you alone.”
I frown. “Do you have a camera or something?”
He laughs. “No, Mariposa. I could tell by your pussy. You’re drenched and needy still.”
I relax at those words. While I wouldn’t care if he wanted to put cameras up to watch me, if it were some kind of voyeur thing, I would want a heads up. I’m ashamed of myself for even thinking that Victor would try something like that without my consent. It’s not like him.
“What are we going to do today if I’m not going to work and you’re changing your shift?”
“I have to take care of some club business as usual. You and Lili will stay here. There are guards keeping an eye on the property. Keep your phone volume on.”
He kisses me one more time and walks out the front door.
I go in search of Lili, but her door is still closed, and I can hear faint snoring, so I go back downstairs and rummage around for something to eat.
As I’m slicing an apple to dip in some peanut butter, I hear a door open upstairs.
A few minutes later, Lili emerges wearing the clothes from yesterday.
“I see we’re both short on clothes,” she says with a smile. “Good morning, Grace. Did Victor let you get any sleep?”
I hold up a second apple. “Want one?”
“No thank you. Coffee would be amazing, though. I’ve been going a little crazy without it these last few days.”
I feel terrible. Why didn’t it occur to me to offer her coffee at the club?
“There’s a pot over there if you want to make it yourself or I don’t mind doing it for you.”
Lili waves me off. “Please. You don’t have to wait on me. I’m a big girl. You do too much for other people and not enough for yourself, Grace.”
Her chastisement makes me blush, but I keep working on my morning snack.
“I slept quite well. We just went to bed.”
Lili frowns. “That’s disappointing after the way he was with you down here I thought for sure he would keep you up all night screaming and coming.”
I laugh. “I think he wanted to, but he also knew I needed sleep and tried to respect that. We... had some fun and came to some agreements this morning.”
Lili claps her hands together with glee before turning the fancy coffee pot on. “This is exciting.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “How can you be so thrilled for Victor when he kidnapped you?”
She leans against the counter as the coffee pot gurgles and tilts her head to one side, as if contemplating her answer. “Maybe I’m more thrilled for you than I am for him. Or perhaps I have Stockholm syndrome. More likely is that I recognize a good person when I see one even if they don’t make the best choices. Victor kidnapped me in a moment of desperation and opportunity, not because he gets his rocks off kidnapping women. My husband is hurting his family, and he’s ready to put an end to it. It just so happens I’m ready to not have a husband anymore. We are mutually beneficial to each other even if he did take a drastic step to bring us to this moment. I admire a man of action.”
The way she talks about Victor makes me twinge with jealousy, but I push it down. Mostly because I agree with everything she’s saying. And somewhat because I can’t stop staring at her mouth and remembering our kiss.
“Grace, I’m going to need you to stop looking at me like that so that Victor doesn’t murder me and dump me in Lake Mead.”
I laugh nervously. “He likes you as much as I do.”
“Does he? That’s nice to hear. But he doesn’t like me as much as he likes you, so you would still win, and I would still be at the bottom of a lake. Though at the rate I’m going, that might be preferable over getting shipped back to Finn while I’m still alive.”
My finger stings and blood spills onto the cutting board. But I barely feel it. All I feel is anger at hearing Lili talk about herself being better off dead.
“Don’t say that,” I whisper.
Lili’s face goes pale, and she rushes over and pulls the knife from my hand and runs my finger under cold water.
“I’m sorry, sweet girl. I wasn’t trying to scare you. Sometimes, I have a morbid sense of humor. I have no desire to die. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Have I stepped in something messy?”
I swallow and shake my head as I stare at the blood rushing out of my finger. It’s going to need stitches, dammit.
“We should call Victor,” I say as Lili grabs paper towels to press against the wound.
“Yes, good idea. Where is your phone?”
I tell her where to find it in Victor’s room, and she tells me to hold the towels tight against my finger.
She comes back down with Victor already on the phone.
“Grace, sweetheart, what did you do?” he asks when Lili tells him I can hear now.
“I got distracted while I was cutting an apple and hit my finger with the knife. The cut is pretty deep, and it won’t stop bleeding.”
“The guards will take you to the hospital. Lili needs to stay where she is, though.”
“No! I don’t want to leave her alone.”
Victor is stunned by my outburst and the line is quiet for a moment.
“Mariposa, I’m sorry it has to be this way. Lili tells me she scared you and didn’t mean to. She’ll be fine. Please let the guard take you to the hospital. I’ll meet you there.”
The prospect of seeing Victor sooner than planned gives me the motivation to agree. Lili kisses my cheek, and I close my eyes to keep from initiating a repeat of our first kiss. It’s not right when I’m starting something new with Victord.
Victor hangs up as one of the guards in question steps into the room. “Come with me, Ms. Marsh.”
I follow him to a vehicle, and he opens the back seat for me. Lili shoved my phone in my hand right before I walked out the door, so I use it to send a one-handed text to Victor to let him know I’m on my way.
Victor: Good girl. I hope it wasn’t your right hand. It would be a shame not to be able to play with your pussy for me later.
His text sends my libido into high gear again. I’d managed to put my neediness out of my mind until now. Damn him. But also bless him for once again finding the right distraction for the situation.
At the hospital, the amount of blood pouring from my finger means I get seen right away. It doesn’t take long for them to stitch me up, but it takes an hour for a doctor to see me so I can go home. While I’m waiting, Victor strides into the room, looking harried and stressed. I’ve interrupted his day with my clumsiness, and I’m overcome with guilt.
“I’m so sorry, Victor. You didn’t have to come all the way out here. I know you were in town.”
He cups my jaw and kisses me. “Stop apologizing. Did you cut yourself on purpose to get my attention?”
I shake my head. “Of course not!”
“Then stop apologizing,” he repeats. “In fact, the next time you apologize for something you shouldn’t, I’m going to punish you.”
“You sure are finding lots of reasons to punish me,” I grumble.
He laughs. “This room has a door with a lock, Mariposa. I can show you how much I want to punish you if you like. Perhaps that will take your mind off the pain in your finger.”
I shake my head. “No, Sir. That won’t be necessary.”
He taps the end of my nose. “Just as I thought.”
He picks up my finger and kisses below where they wrapped it with a bandage. “What did Lili say that frightened you?”
“It wasn’t a big deal. She... said she would be better off at the bottom of Lake Mead than being sent back to her husband alive. After she insinuated you would be the one putting her in the lake.”
Victor’s eyes become a storm of rage. “Why the fuck would she say something like that?”
I blow out a breath. He deserves the truth. “There was a moment between us. She told me to... to stop looking at her like that or she would want to kiss me again and if that happened you would kill her and dump her body.”
Victor raises his eyes to the ceiling and swears in Spanish. “I’m not going to kill Lili. And if we need to talk about you kissing her, we can. I know you’ve been in… complex relationships before.”
I frown. “Kara and Sampson were a fluke. It’s not like I’m dying to have multiple lovers. I agreed to be with you. To let you have control of my pleasure. It’s what I want.”
Victor shrugs. “Bellamy, Owen, and Tobias have found a way to make it work long term. Lili is a fleeting thing. I’m not saying we all jump into bed together. And I’m not saying I want you having multiple lovers. But I’m not going to see it as being cheated on if you kiss her.”
I shake my head. “This is all too much to think about right now. I’ve interrupted your day and I’m so sorry. Let’s not think about me kissing Lili right now. It’s not something we need to discuss.”
Victor picks up my hand and kisses it again. “I’m sorry this happened, butterfly. We’ll get you home so you can rest as soon as we can. You have nothing to apologize for.”
We sit quietly and wait for the doctor to come and release me. A half hour later, the doctor rushes in with apologies for being late.
“The good news is that it was a clean cut and should heal up nicely. If you keep antibiotic cream on it, you might not even have a scar.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” I say appreciatively.
“Take some Advil and rest your hand as much as possible for the first forty-eight hours, and you’re good to go.”
He hands me the clipboard, and Victor holds it so I can sign with my right hand and not have to do anything with my left.
“Let’s go, Mariposa.”
“What about your business?” I ask as he ushers me to his car.
“It can wait. I want to get you home and settled. We’ll stop somewhere along the way and pick up some extra clothing for you as well.”
He’s so thoughtful. It feels like a side of him I haven’t seen before. At least not this dramatically. He’s always been considerate of me at the club, making sure I have what I need to do my job, making sure I get the shifts I want at the sandwich shop, encouraging me to go back to school. But having that attention focused on my physical and sexual needs has been a new delight that I didn’t know I needed.
Victor holds my injured hand tenderly in his as he drives.
At a department store on the way to his house, I pick out a few tops and some skirts for myself. He says no to a pair of jeans I hold up, which makes me blush. Next, I go to look at underwear, but he stops me.
“Are you in danger of starting your period in the next few days?”
I shake my head. “Not for a couple of weeks.”
He pats my bottom, making me painfully aware of my lack of panties. “Then you won’t need these,” he says, plucking the red lace from my fingers and putting it back on the shelf.
After that embarrassment, I pick out some underwear for Lili instead, along with another two outfits for her to have.
“You’re sweet, butterfly. Always taking care of the people around you.”
When we arrive home, Victor opens my door and insists on carrying all the bags inside. Lili jumps up from the sofa and rushes to my side. “Are you OK?”
I give her a hug. “I’m fine, Lili. Please stop worrying. It’s not your fault.”
“I’m taking her upstairs for a nap,” Victor says as he hands her one of the bags.
“We picked up some clothing for you.” I say.
Lili smiles. “Thank you, both. Enjoy your nap. I was rummaging in your fridge and there’s a lot of stuff to make lunch. Would you let me cook for you?”
I pat Victor’s shoulder. “He has to work soon, but I would love it if you cooked for me.”
“I’ve got time, Mariposa. I’ll stay for lunch. We’ll rest until she’s done.”
Lili shoos us upstairs, and heads into the kitchen. Victor puts my new clothing in a drawer in his dresser, then comes to my perch on the bed and pulls my clothes off of me.
“In bed, butterfly. You need to rest.”
“It’s just a cut, Victor. I’m fine.”
“You heard the doctor. Rest your hand as much as possible. Do I need to chain your left hand to this bed so you’ll comply?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir. Will you lay with me?”
He kisses my cheek. “Gladly. Now under the covers. There is one more call I need to make, and then I’ll join you.”
I crawl under the blankets, and the exhaustion of the day immediately hits me. I am halfway to sleep by the time Victor slides in behind me and pulls me against his chest. He’s still in his dress clothes but has removed his jacket and tie. I make a mental note to have him change his shirt before work so it’s not wrinkled, but that’s the last thing I remember before I drift off for a nap.
Fingers probing between my thighs wake me, and I scoot back against Victor to find his erection pressing against his slacks and into my back.
“Welcome back, sleepyhead. You have just a couple of minutes to come for me or you don’t get to until I get off work late tonight. Which means not until tomorrow, because I won’t get home until it’s well past your bedtime.”
His fingers are against my clit, and I can tell it won’t take long to get me there, but the pressure of being under a time limit makes me freeze up and I don’t make it there before Victor pulls his hands away. I’m frustrated and horny, but he pushes me out of bed anyway.
“We can talk about your feelings on that before I leave, but right now Lili is waiting to feed us downstairs.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, trying to keep my tone neutral despite being annoyed.
He stops at his bedroom door and pulls me in for a kiss. “You’re cute when you’re trying not to pout,” he declares.
“Well, I certainly don’t want a spanking right now,” I mutter as we walk downstairs.
“Then keep being a good girl. You’re doing well, Grace.”
His praise soothes my grumpy mood over not getting an orgasm, and the smell of lunch makes my stomach growl. I never got to eat my apples and peanut butter this morning.
The food is delicious, and I’m jealous of her ability to cook. It’s never been my strong suit. Victor also seems to be an amazing cook. At least I know I won’t starve here.
When lunch is done, Lili and Victor clean up, both of them scolding me when I try to help.
So I sit on the barstool and watch helplessly. Victor recognizes how much I hate it and says as much. “You’re doing good, butterfly. I know you hate sitting still like this when you want to help. That just might earn you a reward before I go to work.”
A part of me hopes he’ll cave on the whole no orgasms until tomorrow thing, but it seems unlikely since Victor is a stickler for keeping his word.
When Victor drapes a dishrag over the sink, he jerks his head towards the stairs. “Follow me, butterfly.”
In his room, he pulls my skirt up around my waist and sits me on the edge of the bed.
“You’ve earned a do-over.” He walks to his dresser and pulls the vibrator out again and hands it to me. “Can you make yourself come in three minutes?”
I’m so turned on, it seems unlikely that I’ll miss the mark this time. But Victor is just watching me, and it makes me a little nervous.
He sees my hesitation and chuckles. “You have to get used to me watching you make yourself come, butterfly. For at least the next few weeks, the only way you get off is if I’m watching.”
He leans against his dresser, crossing one foot over the other and folding his arms across his broad chest.
“Time starts as soon as the toy touches your clit.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I lay back and try to relax. The toy hits my clit, and I forget all about Victor’s piercing stare. I’m soon moaning and whimpering as I come close to the edge. Just before I fall, I think better of it. “Can I come, please Sir?”
“Good girl. Come.”
I let my body relax completely and the orgasm rips through me. I convulse against the mattress and keep the toy against my pussy, riding the wave for as long as I can.
Finally, Victor pulls my hand away and takes the toy. “No need to be greedy, Mariposa. You’ll get more soon.”
I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t asked.
“It’s a good thing you remembered to ask,” he says as he deposits the toy back in his bathroom sink. “I would have had to spank you and then I would be late for work, and you would be stuck in a vicious punishment cycle.”
“What were you, reading my mind?” I ask teasingly.
He laughs. “Kind of. Your face always says it all, sweetheart. Now fix your clothes and walk me out.”
I want him to stay and fuck me, but I know he won’t. He’s already bent more than I thought he would by letting me come before he leaves.
“You slept in your shirt, Sir. You should change it before work, so you aren’t wrinkled,” I say as I stand and straighten my skirt.
He looks down at the wrinkled garment and smiles at me. “Thank you, butterfly. Always taking care of me. I’ll change while you wash up.”
He reaches for the top button of his shirt, and I wash my face and hands in his bathroom.
Back in the bedroom, I adjust his tie for him and then let him hold my hand as we walk down the stairs. Lili is sitting on the sofa reading a book. She gives me a little wave when we walk past her.
Victor pulls me close and kisses me soundly before he slips out the front door.
When I turn back, Lili is grinning at me.
“Tell me everything,” she says as she puts the book aside.