Chapter 7
Lili
It’s heartwarming to hear that Victor wants to give Grace a collar, and I’m so thrilled for both of them.
I don’t know a lot about collars, but I know it’s a significant step in a power exchange relationship.
Despite the conversation Victor had with me upon arriving at the club this afternoon, I can’t help but wonder exactly how I fit into their lives.
Am I making a mistake that I can’t see because of the dramatic way my marriage is ending?
Would I be better off on my own for a little while so I can find myself?
The fact that I am having a challenging time articulating the role I want to play in Grace and Victor’s lives could be a sign that I’m not sure what I want.
“Where did your head go?” Grace’s question snaps me out of my thought spiral, and I brush her hair back from her face as we lie side by side on a thick floor mat in Victor’s play space.
“Just thinking about the future and everything that still has to happen. My divorce papers still aren’t filed.
As soon as she wakes up, and she fucking has to wake up, I want to talk with Trinity Novak and express my sincere regret that she got caught up in all of this.
And I need to figure out how to handle my own family.
I’m sure they are going out of their minds trying to figure out what’s going on.
Grace puts a hand on my shoulder and breathes deep. “Breathe with me, Goddess?”
I smile and match her inhales and exhales for several breaths. It helps, and my mind is much calmer. I lean in and kiss her gently. “Thank you, lover. Sorry to put a damper on the fun we’ve been having.”
Grace blushes. “It’s OK. I needed a break anyway.”
“I suppose giving me four orgasms is worthy of a break. Only two to go before we find out if Victor is going to let you come or not.”
Grace groans. “God, I hope he does. I’m out of my mind with how horny I am.”
“Do you think he would deny you? Is that a thing you’re actually worried about.”
Her face scrunches up in a way that makes me laugh. “He definitely would if he’s feeling sadistic enough. This is the first time I’ve played with denial with him, so I don’t know how far he’ll take it.”
“Would you safeword to get an orgasm?”
Her mouth drops open. “I didn’t even imagine that as an option. A safeword is something I only use when I really can’t handle what’s happening. It wouldn’t be right to use it to get relief from being horny.”
I laugh as she works through the logic. “I was kidding, Grace. But we should talk about why even the idea of disappointing Victor sends you into a panic.”
Grace frowns. “I’ve never seen it that way. It does make me queasy to think about disobeying him. But not because I’m afraid of him. I’ve committed to being his submissive, and I take pride in my place at his feet and at his side. He’s never given me any reason not to want to please him.”
“That I believe. Just make sure you’re living for yourself and not just someone else’s approval, OK? That’s important.”
“Yes, Goddess.”
I reach for my phone out of habit, but Owen still has it, so I glance around the room for the clock on the far side of the space.
“Shit. It’s later than I thought. I’m supposed to be part of the greeting team tonight.
I sit up and pass her the dress I peeled off of her an hour ago while we were making love.
She spent a lot more time between my thighs, and I spent time kissing and nipping at every inch of her body.
Every time I got near her pussy, she begged me not to touch her for fear she would fail her mission of not coming until Victor gave permission.
When she’s dressed, we both stand, and I walk with her to Victor’s office where two other submissives in black outfits are standing outside the door.
“Master Victor is on the phone but said to wait here for him,” one of the women offers.
Grace smiles. “Thank you.”
I slide an arm around her waist and whisper in her ear. “You belong to Victor, not just the club. You can wait on your knees.”
She drops to a kneeling position without a word, and I tousle her hair in response.
The door opens a few minutes later and a surly looking Victor steps out.
His gaze softens the second it lands on Grace, and he gives her a wink and nod of approval before addressing all of us.
“We have three new VIPs joining us tonight. I’ll be handling Master Griffin myself, as he is a potential client in other endeavors. Harper, you will be there to provide anything he needs.”
I’m surprised Victor is picking another submissive to be at his side tonight instead of Grace. Her body language has shifted, and I sense she isn’t happy with the choice either.
“Grace, you are to greet Memphis and his wife Rylee and see to it they have what they need. The others will handle their regular duties as part of the greeting team tonight.”
“Yes, Master,” Grace murmurs, disappointment clear in her tone. I squeeze her shoulder, and she smiles up at me.
Victor concludes the meeting and sends everyone to get ready for the evening.
“Grace, do what you need to, lover. I’m going to speak to Victor for a moment.”
“Yes, Goddess,” Grace says, rising and heading for a hallway I’m unfamiliar with.
“Is everything OK?” I ask, moving to stand in front of Victor.
He reaches for my hand and lifts it to his lips. “Just fine, Spitfire. Why do you ask?”
“I’m just surprised you asked Harper to be by your side for your VIP guy. It hurt Grace’s feelings.”
Victor frowns. “Did it? What makes you say that?”
“I could just tell. My guess is she’s worried that you don’t trust her after whatever happened with her phone.”
Victor closes his eyes and drags a hand through his hair. It’s tangled from doing that all day, and it gives me an idea. “Have Grace brush your hair for you and help you dress. It will soothe any hurt that you passed her over.”
He smiles. “Good idea. I’ll do that. And I wasn’t passing her over. It’s for the good of the club. If Grace is at my side, I’ll be able to smell her arousal, and I won’t be able to focus on the new client.”
That makes me laugh, and he pulls me in for a hug. “Make sure Grace knows all of that. She lives to please you, and we don’t want her thinking she hasn’t,” I murmur as I rest my head against his shoulder.
“I’ll find her.”
Grace
My heart sank when Victor announced Harper would assist him tonight. Does he not trust me? That would kill me.
Maybe he put me with Memphis, and Rylee because I’ve met them before. That’s what I’m choosing to believe right now because the other option is too much.
“Butterfly, you’re going to put a hole in the leather if you keep using that much force.”
I jump and look down at the rag and leather cleaner in my hand. “Sorry, Master.”
“Looks like Lili was right,” he says, stepping farther into the room.
“Right about what?”
“That I hurt your feelings by assigning Harper to my potential new client.”
“No, you didn’t,” I say petulantly.
“Lying to me, Grace? We’ve talked about that.” He takes the rag and cleaner from my hand and tilts my chin so I have to meet his gaze.
“OK. It hurt a little. But I don’t have a claim to your time or attention at the club. I know that. You’re busy and have to make important decisions.”
“I do,” he agrees. His expression is stern, as if he’s about to announce that I’m in trouble for something.
Instead, he pulls me in and kisses me deeply and then pulls my hand between our bodies, so my palm rests against his erection. “This is why you aren’t with me tonight. I can smell your needy cunt even now, and I can’t be distracted when I’m talking to Griffin.”
I relax against him instantly as I rub my hand up and down his length. “Would it be useful for me to take care of that for you, Master?”
He grins. “I want nothing more than to put you on your knees with my cock down your throat, but we have a lot to do to get ready. I came to ask you to come to my office and help me get ready for tonight.”
My shoulders relax, and I smile up at him. “It would be a pleasure, Sir.”
“Let’s go,” he says, offering his hand.
“You can thank Lili for making me realize I’d disappointed you,” he adds as I put my hand in his. “I’m sorry it didn’t occur to me on my own.”
“You have a lot on your mind, Sir.”
In the office, Victor strips me out of my dress and motions to the closet and the bathroom.
“I’ve got one more phone call to make before I can focus on tonight. While I do that, get a suit laid out for me to wear, and then wait in the bathroom with the shower on and ready for me. You’re going to wash and dress me.”
The look on my face makes him raise an eyebrow. “Did you just get even more aroused than you already are at the prospect of bathing and dressing me?”
I grin. “And is it a problem if I did?”
He laughs. “Not at all. It’s cute. And hot. Now go. I’ll be with you in a moment.”
When Victor steps into the hallway with his phone, I open his closet and pull out one of the two suits hanging there.
It’s a custom-tailored navy-blue silk Kiton that cost more than I paid for my car, but it’s worth every penny to see it on Victor’s muscular frame.
I pull a gray button-up to go with it and lay both the suit and shirt on the sofa.
Back at the closet, I select a tie, clean underclothes, and a pair of dress socks.
The finishing touch is a pair of diamond cufflinks that remind me of the diamonds on the training collar Victor plans to put around my neck later.
My hand skims my bare neck as I consider what it means to ask Victor to collar me.
There is no concern or fear, just peace.
It’s how I know we’re on the right path.
In the bathroom, I turn the shower on and get a rag ready for washing him.
He opens the door and steps in as I’m arranging towels outside the shower for easy access.
I drop to my knees as he enters the room, and he looks down at me with lust in his gaze.
“You’re perfect, sweetheart.”
“May I help you out of your clothes, Sir?”
“No. Rub your clit and watch me undress.”