6. Chapter 6
Grace
This is the longest I’ve ever been edged and denied an orgasm, and I swear my pussy is going to explode and kill me if I don’t get release soon. But I’ve loved every minute of my time alone with Lili, and she’s proving to be just as sadistic as Victor, though in a very different way.
Now I’m faced with giving her half a dozen orgasms before I get another one, and my body is not happy about this news.
But I dip my tongue inside her and drag it up to her clit where I suck until she grips my hair. A sure sign I’m in the right spot.
When she comes the first time, I damn near orgasm myself as I grind my thighs together and continue eating my Goddess out.
“Stop squirming, Grace. Your pussy is too sensitive for you to stay in control. We don’t want to disappoint Victor.”
I nod my acknowledgment and do my best to stay still as I lap at her trembling pussy. She grips the arms of the chair and cries out as I bring her to orgasm three more times.
“Well, that looks fun,” Victor says from behind us. He doesn’t tell me to stop, and neither does Lili, so I continue sucking on her clit and slide a finger into her swollen opening.
“Enough,” Lili says after a few minutes. “Turn around and tell Victor what is happening right now.”
I turn to find Victor looking down at me expectantly.
“Goddess says I am to give her six orgasms before I get to come tonight. If you let me come at all, that is.” I add the last part when Victor raises an eyebrow at me.
He looks at Lili thoughtfully, then nods. “Agreed. And how many times has Lili used your face as her own personal cum dumpster?”
“Three, Master.”
“Looks like you still have some work to do, then. But for now, you’ll need to take a break. I need your assistance in my office.”
Lili stands and straightens her skirt. “Go ahead, toy. We’ll continue our little game later.”
I follow Victor to his office, and he passes me a bag of clothes. “I’m only having you get dressed because you’re too distracting naked, and this is serious.”
His tone is ominous enough that I’m anxious as I pull on the black dress that Sabrina sent with Tyson.
“What’s wrong?”
He nods to the wet bar where he keeps a small reserve of expensive booze for high-profile members. My eyes land on the bouquet of roses identical to the other bouquets I’ve received.
“Sabrina said it got delivered about an hour after you messaged her your list.”
My heart leaps into my chest. “Is someone… monitoring my texts?”
Victor picks up my hand. “It’s possible but not likely. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, butterfly. But I do need you to give me your phone so Owen can search for anything amiss.”
“Of course. It’s… in the bar. I left it there when Lili made me take my clothes off.”
Victor chuckles and pulls me close. “I’ll get it. You could use a rest. We’ve been rough on you today, and there is more to come tonight. Why don’t you lay down in here for a little while?”
He nudges me toward the couch, and I sit, tucking my legs underneath me as I do.
“How was playing with Lili on your own?”
I blush. “It was… fun, Sir.”
“Good. We talked earlier about her role in our dynamic. Did she tell you anything?”
“She said you told her how you feel. And that you agreed she wasn’t your submissive the way I am, but that she would submit to your pain and be sub-like here at the club for you.”
“Did she tell you she’ll be sitting beside me, and you’ll be at our feet?”
I nod. “Yes, Master.”
“And what do you think of that?”
“I like the idea. The idea of serving both of you.”
“No jealousy or thoughts that I value her above you?”
I sit up straighter and reach for his hand.
“Victor, no. I promise. But thank you for asking. You take good care of me. And I know how much I mean to you. My place is at your feet, and Lili’s place is in our lives.
If she doesn’t want to kneel, that’s OK.
It’s better for all of us to play the parts that we want to play. ”
He takes my hand and sits next to me. “You’re a wise woman, Grace.
This is all very new to me. You’ve had experience dating more than one person, but it also ended badly.
It’s important to me that you don’t feel the way you did with Sampson and Kara.
I wanted to kill both of them when that relationship ended. ”
Laughing, I squeeze his hand. “I remember. But whatever you said to them worked because they never tried to reach out.”
“Good.”
He stands and points to the arm of the couch. “Lie down, butterfly. Get some rest. You’re going to need it tonight. I’ll get your phone and deliver it to Owen.”
I stretch out on the couch and close my eyes.
But my arousal makes it difficult to fall asleep.
Before giving Victor control of my pleasure, I would rub one out and drift right off.
He would never know if I did that now. But I don’t want to lie to him.
Or disobey. I like pleasing Victor. I enjoy serving him with my body.
He returns twenty minutes later and frowns when he sees I’m still awake.
“What’s keeping you awake, Mariposa?”
“My pussy,” I say with a giggle.
He chuckles and sits next to me, pulling my feet into his lap.
“Understandable. We have gotten you pretty riled up today.”
“Where’s Lili?”
“Zara and Luke came in, so she’s visiting with Zara. Do you want to join them?”
“I don’t want to interrupt. It’s good for her to get acquainted with some of the others here.”
Victor pats my thigh. “Agreed. Now, if you’re not going to nap, we can talk about something a little more serious.”
I sit up as my anxiety jumps. “What’s wrong?”
He pulls me into his lap. “We need to talk about your neck.”
Confusion scrunches my face. “My neck? What’s wrong with it.”
He lifts a shoulder. “It’s… a little bare.”
My heart jumps. Is he talking about a collar?
“Are we ready for that?” I ask.
“I certainly am. You’re mine, Grace. And I have no intention of changing that. Do you?”
“No Sir. I’m yours.”
“We are still working out the details of our dynamic, but I would like to at least talk about a collar.”
“What about a training collar?”
Victor frowns. “A training collar?”
“You’ve heard of the concept. Dr. Singh recently put one on her newest partner, Talia.
It’s a symbol that Talia is learning how to be her submissive and that they are still negotiating their own dynamic.
I heard them talking about it a few weeks ago.
She has a rigid training program for her subs, and they have to earn her full collar.
The part I have no interest in is that if they don’t pass their training, she releases them. ”
Victor is thoughtful. “That sounds like something we could adapt for ourselves. We’ll come up with our own parameters for graduating to a full collar because there is no way I’m releasing you. You belong to me, and I belong to you.”
“And Lili?”
“We all belong to each other. I’m… hesitant to plan long-term with Lili. But she’s welcome in our lives as long as she wants to stay.”
“Why so hesitant?”
He sighs. “She’s gone through some very traumatic things, butterfly. And when she heals, she may decide she doesn’t want to be with the person who kidnapped her and kicked off this whole situation that she faces.”
My stomach twists at the thought of Lili choosing to leave us, but deep down, I know he’s right. Still, I’m willing to take a gamble that she’s sticking around and put my whole heart into our relationship. I hope Victor can do the same.
“Come,” Victor says, standing so fast I blink in surprise.
Then he laughs. “Sorry, butterfly. Poor choice of words. No coming for you yet. Follow me.”
I giggle as I stand and follow him to the front office where Bellamy usually does bookkeeping. Something I tried to do for her when she was going to move to London and failed miserably to the point that Matteo was threatening me with his belt. A rarity since he started dating Skylar.
He opens the safe and pulls out a jewelry box.
“We give these to some VIP clients.” He passes it to me, and I open it.
It’s a simple silver necklace with four white diamonds in the shapes of a club, diamond, heart, and spade.
“Do you like the idea of having to earn my collar, Grace? I only want to do it that way if it speaks to you and your journey as a submissive.”
I finger the diamonds on the simple necklace and smile. “Actually, Master, I do. The idea of achieving goals you set for me and becoming the kind of submissive you want me to be is very appealing.”
Victor nods. “Good girl. I’ve never done it this way before, but it feels right to me as well. Thank you for the suggestion. This will be your training collar. And when you’ve achieved the goals we set together, you’ll get something custom-made just for us.”
I pass him the box with one hand and lift my hair with the other, but he shakes his head and pushes my hand away.
“We’ll do it tonight. I want you to think about what being trained by me means to you for the next little while, and then, when you are ready, you’ll bring me the box and kneel for me. Understood?”
“Yes, Master. Thank you for this.”
He pulls me into his arms and kisses me tenderly. “I’m the one who should be thanking you, sweet girl.”
A knock on the door interrupts us, and Victor opens it to find Owen standing there, looking anxious. “We have a problem, mate.”
“What is it?”
Owen looks past Victor at me and shakes his head. “I need to talk to you alone.”
Victor looks at me and then back to Owen. “Is it about Grace’s phone?”
“Just come to my office, please. Or send Grace away, and we can talk here.”
Something’s not right. Owen’s expression is cold. As if he doesn’t trust me. But that doesn’t make sense.
“I’ll step out.”
I squeeze Victor’s arm and slip past Owen into the small foyer that leads into the main play space of The High Card. Owen says nothing as he shuts the door. I start to walk away, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I press my ear to the door instead.
The voices are muffled, but I can just make out what they are saying.
“How well do you know and trust Grace?”