5. Chapter 5
Lili
I stare at the vicious-looking clamps Victor hands me and wince. These are so not going to feel nice.
He reaches into my low-cut blouse and pinches a nipple, digging his nails into the skin.
When his fingers reach for the other nipple, I pull away and pull the straps of my blouse down, revealing my lack of bra.
“Put them towards the back. You’ll want a lot of surface area inside the clamp for what I have planned,” he says as he pulls his hand free.
I stretch my nipple between my thumb and forefinger with my left hand and pinch the first clamp open with my right.
As it bites down on my tender flesh, I moan.
At the same time, Grace squeals as Victor reaches behind him and digs his nails into her thigh.
The sound is like pouring gas on the fire, and I attach the other clamp and lay my head against the seat, eager to see what he does next.
“Mariposa, how are you doing?”
Grace slows the toy and looks at Victor in the mirror. “I’m dying, Master.”
“How badly do you want to come?”
He places a hand on my thigh and slides it under my skirt as he talks to Grace.
“Not as much as I want to please you,” she says with a whimper.
Victor chuckles and scrapes his nails across my skin. “Excellent answer. You always please me. Now open the bag next to you and pull out a short piece of chain and a carabiner and hand them to Liliana.”
Grace does as he asks and passes me a length of chain less than a foot long, and a heavy metal carabiner.
Victor pulls off the highway, puts the vehicle in park, and holds out his hand for the items.
“Grace, pass me one more small carabiner, please. One of the mini ones.”
“Yes, Master.” A few seconds later, she passes the small piece of hardware forward, and Victor hooks it to the center chain of my nipple clamps.
Then, he attaches the loose chain from Grace to it as well and pulls upward.
I watch fascinated, as he puts the other carabiner a few links from the other end of the chain.
In a swift motion, he attaches the carabiner to a strap on the visor, and my nipples are pulled tight.
He’s clearly got a kink for stretching nipples since he did something similar to Grace at the club the last time we were there.
But my nipples hurt too much to think about that.
“Now that’s gorgeous,” he murmurs as he pulls onto the road again.
As we drive, I’m amazed at Victor’s calm.
Then again, he doesn’t have a vibrator pumping in and out of him like Grace or nipple clamps squeezing and stretching his nipples like me.
Periodically, he commands Grace to stop and clean her toy with her mouth.
I suspect that it’s to help her achieve her mission of not coming before we arrive at the club.
There’s something sadistically sweet about that.
His fingers dig into my thighs, taking my mind off the pain in my nipples for a brief moment.
“Are you enjoying the show Grace is giving us?”
“Very much. She’s a gorgeous little slut when she’s trying not to come.”
Victor glances over at me as he slows for traffic. Our windows are heavily tinted, but I’m still convinced everyone can see what we are doing. And it makes me wet thinking about it.
“You seem to be taking the pain well, Liliana.”
His praise is delicious, and I turn my head and smile. “It’s… intense. But the noises Grace is making and my own… need make it easier to handle.”
He reaches over and tugs the chain so it’s a little tighter, making me squeal.
“You hear that, butterfly? Your suffering is helping Lili handle the pain I’m giving her.”
Grace stops moaning, and her hand slows its movement as she grins at Victor. “You know how much I love being helpful, Sir.”
A few minutes before we arrive at the club, Victor releases the clamps and tells Grace to straighten herself up.
“We’ll be back to the fun in a little while, ladies. For now, we have to be on alert. I’m parking at the back of the building, and we’ll slip in that way.”
“Yes, Sir,” Grace says between gasps of air as she wipes the toy down with a wipe from Victor’s bag and straightens her skirt.
“Don’t clean up your pussy,” Victor tells her as she reaches for a second wipe.
I adjust my top and wince as the fabric rubs against my sensitive nipples, causing Victor to chuckle. “I’ll take care of you soon, Spitfire.”
His gaze flits to the rearview mirror. “And you too, butterfly. Eventually.”
Grace groans. “How did I end up in this situation again?”
Victor winks. “You took your rightful place as my property?”
“Right,” Grace sighs. “Damn you for making it so hot to be owned by you.”
“You suffer for me well, sweet butterfly. You’ll be rewarded when the time is right.”
When we reach the strip mall, Victor parks behind the building next to a door a few down from the sandwich shop and club. I know there are ways to slip into the club’s back room from other shops in the building, but I’m not sure which one we’re going into now.
When he unlocks the door, we step into a room full of photography equipment and props. “This must be Zara’s place,” I say, surveying the room.
“Indeed.”
“I… need to do another shoot sometime.”
Victor puts a hand on my shoulder, so I face him. “Need?” He questions.
I look down at my feet, but he tucks a finger under my chin and makes me look at him. “Tell me what you mean.”
“It’s complicated. Let’s just say the last time I did one didn’t go over very well, and it was before I had scars on my thighs.”
Victor steps back, clenching and unclenching his fists. “Are you trying to tell me that bastard scarred your thighs for doing a boudoir shoot?”
Tears sting the corners of my eyes, but I hold them back.
“Something like that. It was supposed to be a Valentine’s Day present.
But I made the mistake of using a male photographer.
When Phineas found out, he flew into a rage.
The photographer went out of business and left the city. I have no idea what he did to him.”
“Jesus,” Grace whispers. I turn to look at her and give her a sad smile.
“It’s OK, Grace. I’m getting out. And when this is over, I’m going to book a shoot with Zara. Maybe we can all take some pictures together.”
Grace reaches for my hand. “I would like that.”
Victor picks up my other hand and leads us through a series of doors until we reach The High Card where we go straight to Victor’s office.
The club doesn’t open for several hours, so we have time to kill according to Victor. Although he has work to do to prepare for a special guest. I’m not privy to the details, and that’s honestly fine with me.
“Grace, you can show Lili the club a little more in depth if you like. Enjoy each other, but your pleasure is still mine. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And Lili is free to use your body for her pleasure as much as she wants. Clear?”
“Yes, Master. You are allowing Goddess to use your property.”
Victor grins and kisses her. “Good girl. Now go to the bar and wait for Lili to come and find you. I need to chat with her.”
Grace is quick to obey, and I’m alone with Victor in his office a moment later.
“What did you need to talk about?”
He pulls me close and kisses the top of my hair. “I just wanted to check on you. We haven’t had much time to talk since Wednesday. Not really.”
“I’m as good as I can be. I just hope Trinity recovers.”
Victor nods and cups my face in his hands.
Something seems different about him lately, but I can’t pinpoint the change.
“You mean something to me, Liliana. I hope you know that.”
The confession catches me off guard. “I’m glad, Vic. To be honest, for a while, I thought you just wanted me around for Grace’s sake.”
Victor steps back and shoves his hands into his pockets. “At first, that’s what I tried to tell myself.”
I drop to the sofa and look up at him. “What changed?”
“Watching you hit that pavement. Knowing the bullet that hit Trinity was meant for you.”
My heart twists. “That had to be so hard for you. But I’m glad you were there.”
“My devotion to Grace is important. But we both want and need you in our lives. I think it’s time you and I came to some kind of agreement about our dynamic.”
“You mean power exchange?”
Victor nods.
“Is that necessary? We’ve been enjoying ourselves so far.”
Victor leans against his desk. “We have. But I need clarity about what we are. You’re clearly a switch, but I am not. Are you OK submitting to me and dominating Grace?”
“Shouldn’t Grace be part of this conversation?”
Victor nods. “She will be. But she encouraged me to talk with you alone first. To… tell you how I feel.”
That makes me smile. “Fair enough. I’m not sure if I want to be submissive to you the way Grace is. I don’t want to be property.”
Victor comes to sit next to me. “That’s understandable, given your history. I wouldn’t ask that of you. But I enjoy making you squeal. I enjoy giving you pain that will wash over the memories of what that bastard did to you.”
“So perhaps we agree that while you don’t control me or my pleasure in the same way you do with Grace, I will still suffer for you. We can play with pain and intense sensation without me calling you Sir or obeying your every word. Grace gets off on that. I don’t.”
Victor grins. “She really does. And I’ll agree to those terms.”
“I’ll still call you Sir and be demure and sub-like here.”
Victor picks up my hand. “Agreed. You will call me Sir as a sign of respect for my role at the club, not as a sign of submission. Grace will call you Goddess and me Master. Together, we will use the gift she gives us, and she will kneel at our feet. But you will cry for me, sweet Liliana. Me and only me.”
We seal our agreement with a kiss, and he helps me stand.
“Go find Grace. Tell her we talked and that we’ll all talk together later.”
In the bar, I find Grace sitting and scrolling through her phone.
“Hey lover,” I say as I approach.
She turns on the barstool and smiles at me. “Is everything OK?”
“Thank you for encouraging him to talk to me about how he feels.”
The worry leaves her face, and a tender smile pulls at the corners of her mouth. “Of course, Goddess. You needed to hear it.”
“We’ve agreed that I’m not his submissive the way you are, but I will be his masochist and sit beside him here. You will kneel at our feet.”
Grace beams. “I love that. We can talk about all the details of our arrangement later, yes?”
I nod and hold my hand out to her. “Yes. He said we would talk later. Come, show me this place up close.”
We start in the main dungeon, moving from play space to play space with Grace answering my questions. As we approach an x shaped piece of furniture, I push her against it and kiss her. Pulling free, I finger the hem of her skirt. “Is there a reason you need to be wearing this?”
“No, Goddess,” she whispers.
“Strip. No need to hide what Victor owns.”
Seeing her jump at my command the same way she does for Vic is intoxicating. I’m filled with a sense of power, but also great care. There is no way I want to abuse or take advantage of the gift being given to me here.
When she’s naked, I push her against the frame—called a St. Andrew’s cross according to Grace—and press my body to hers. The perfume she picked for today is sensual and has me wanting to lick every inch of her perfect skin. I settle for kissing her neck as I cup her pussy.
“Tell me something about you and kink and your submission. Something you think I need to know.” I slide a finger inside as I ask the question with my mouth pressed to her ear.
“I have a service kink.”
“Tell me more.”
“It gets me off knowing I’m being useful. Being helpful. I want to make my Master’s life better. And yours, Goddess.”
With my fingers coated in her slick arousal, I massage her swollen clit as she talks. Goddess comes out of her mouth as a moan, and I want to make her explode on my hand, but Victor controls when she comes, so I pull my hand away and make her clean them off.
“My life is better when your cunt is dripping and you’re begging to come,” I whisper in her ear as I pull her away from the cross. “For the rest of the tour, I’m going to edge you at every play station we visit. And if you come, we will have to interrupt Victor’s work so he can spank you.”
“Please no, Goddess. You can spank me.”
I chuckle and cup her cheek. “Planning to come without permission, Grace? Should we go see him now and nip that in the bud?”
Her eyes go wide, and she shakes her head. “No, Goddess! That’s not what I meant. Forgive me. I just meant if I do mess up, you can spank me.”
“That’s sweet of you, Grace. But is that up to you?”
I pull her towards a spanking bench that caught my eye.
“No, Goddess,” she says as I point to the equipment.
“Then we will leave things as they are until we talk to Victor, and he decides. Now, show me how you’re supposed to get on that.”
She straddles the thick padded bench and rests her knees on leather-covered blocks on either side. When she leans forward, resting her cheek on the bench, it lifts her ass, and she is now on display for the entire room.
I caress her spread ass cheeks before dipping my hand between her thighs. “And why is it not up to you?”
She whimpers as I massage her clit and bring her to the brink. “Please, Goddess. No more. I don’t want to come.”
“Liar. You’re dying to come. Now answer my question, or I keep rubbing your naughty little clit until you explode.” I back off and rub my fingers over her labia until I’m inside her again.
“It’s not up to me because Victor owns my body.”
“Good slut,” I praise, circling her clit again.
I edge her there several times before letting her off the bench.
And our tour continues like that for the next hour, with me edging Grace on massage tables, spanking benches, a throne, and more.
In Victor’s play area, I sit in his massive chair, which also resembles a throne, and order Grace to kneel.
“How many times did I edge you, Grace?”
“A lot, Goddess,”
I grip her jaw and give her a stern expression. “Give me a number, toy.”
“At least half a dozen, Goddess.”
“At least,” I agree. “And that’s how many times you’re going to make me come before you come again. You can start right now by putting that sweet little tongue of yours to good use on my clit.”