Chapter 9
Lili
I recognized Harper as a troublemaker from the second she spoke to me, but I’m not sure how much trouble she’ll prove to be. Is it mean-girl shit, or is it something deeper than that?
I sit with Grace at my feet on the loveseat Victor had moved in for us and watch as Harper kneels against the far wall of the room, looking furious.
And when her gaze falls on Grace, she looks downright vicious.
I want to protect Grace from this person as best I can.
But I don’t know exactly what I’m protecting her from.
“Please, Goddess. Let me go over there and smooth things over.”
I slip my hand in Grace’s hair and pull tight as I bend to whisper in her ear. “I’ve already given you my answer, Grace. Don’t ask again, or we’ll be talking to Victor about your disobedience.”
She gives me a pouty expression but ultimately nods. “Yes, Goddess. I’m sorry.”
“Turn around and face me.”
She turns on her knees so that she’s facing me, and I nudge her legs further apart.
“You were granted leniency earlier and given several orgasms. I think perhaps we should give you something to focus on by playing with some edging.”
“If that is your desire, Goddess,” Grace answers demurely.
“It is. Remove your dress.”
She pulls the dress over her head, folds it neatly, and places it nearby.
On a whim, I shove the pointy toe of my high heel between her legs and drag it between her folds. She grinds herself against my shoe exactly as I’d hoped, and I let out a wicked little laugh.
“That’s it, my little cumslut. Ride my shoe like the needy little whore you are. No coming though. If you come on my shoe, I’ll make sure Victor paddles your pussy with the sole of it. Understood?”
She gasps as she continues to grind herself against my foot, moving to the beat of the music.
“Understood, Goddess.”
I spy Victor in the entrance to the room, looking around. He looks pissed, and I’m tempted to stop Grace. But I don’t. Instead, I use his presence to fuel her.
“The man who owns that needy cunt is in the back of the room. How close are you to an orgasm?”
“I’m close, Goddess. A few well-placed strokes of my clit and I would go off.”
“Good. Keep torturing your own cunt until your Master joins us.”
She whimpers as I stare down at her sternly.
“Please, Goddess,” she begs. “Let me stop.”
“Let you stop? Not let you come?”
Grace frowns. “I would love it if you would let me come. But Victor doesn’t want me to ask if I’m being denied.”
I grin at Grace. “Understandable, but I love hearing you beg for pleasure knowing you’ll be denied.”
It’s surprising how easily I’ve fallen into dominating Grace. Especially when my sadistic streak comes out. It’s a streak I didn’t realize I possessed.
Grace lets out a pitiful whimper as I press my shoe into her, encouraging her to keep moving.
A minute later, she gives me what I’m dying to hear. “Goddess, please. I need to come so bad.”
“Do you need to come, or do you need to be a filthy slut for your Master?”
“Both, Goddess. But mostly a filthy slut.”
I cup her cheek and pat it lightly with my palm. “Good slut. Keep going.”
It takes another two or three minutes before she pleads for an orgasm again.
“Please, Goddess. Let me come on your shoe. I’ll clean it up, I promise.”
“You are filthy, aren’t you? Willing to lick my shoes for a few seconds of pleasure? Victor will hear about that.”
My eyes find Victor again, and he’s stalking toward Harper. For a split second, I feel sorry for the girl and whatever is about to happen, but I remember how she treated Grace, and I forget my sympathy.
I edge Grace as I watch Victor march Harper out of the room and towards his office. He has to pass us in order to get there, and Grace will undoubtedly spot him and get distracted, so I use it to my advantage.
“Victor is taking Harper to his office. Beg for an orgasm loud enough for him to hear as he walks by.”
Grace squeezes her eyes shut, and I pull her hair until she opens them. “Watch for him,” I command.
A few seconds later, I sense him behind me, and Grace whimpers. “Please, Goddess. Let me come. I’m begging you.”
Victor’s office door opens, and for a second, I think maybe my attention grabber didn’t work. But the door opens and closes again, and he’s standing right behind me.
“What’s happening here? Why are you asking Lili for orgasms, Grace? Does Lili control whether you get to come or not?”
Grace’s lower lip trembles, and I hope my plan doesn’t backfire.
“Goddess said she loves hearing me beg for pleasure I’m not allowed to have, Master.”
Victor raises an eyebrow. “I see your Goddess has a mean streak. No wonder we get along.”
I chuckle and reach behind me to squeeze his hand. “Did I see you handle the Harper issue?”
His laugh is more of a scoff as he shakes his head.
“Not even close. It’s so much worse than I thought.
But I can’t say anything just yet. You two keep having fun.
And Lili, if you push Grace too far and she comes without my permission, she’ll be punished, but your body will also be my playground, and it is you that will suffer for her mistake. Understood?”
“Giving me a taste of my own cruel streak, I see. Very well, Sir. I accept your terms.”
“Does Grace?”
I look down at the sweaty, messy girl still straddling my foot and she nods. “Yes, Master, I accept those terms.”
“Very well. I’ll be back when I’m done grilling Harper.”
“Master? Is everything OK? You look angry.”
He rounds the couch and drops to Grace’s level, tucking a finger under her chin. “I’m furious, butterfly. But not at you.” He flashes her a smile, and she relaxes.
“Don’t take it out on Harper,” she whispers.
Victor’s laugh is sinister, and I’m almost chilled from the sound of it.
“Butterfly, Harper is lucky she’s still breathing.”
Grace
Fuck. What did Harper do that has Victor so pissed off?
I look at Lili, silently asking her if she has any answers, but she shakes her head. “I don’t know either, sweetheart. So, play my little game with me and try not to think about it.”
She shifts her foot beneath me, and I return to riding her shoe until I’m on the edge again.
“Pinch your nipples,” Lili orders. “Nice and hard or I’ll have to hunt down a pair of nipple clamps. If I do that, you’ll crawl naked behind me, and when we do find them, you’ll crawl back, only I’ll use the clamps like a leash and pull you back here by your nipples. Understood?”
“Yes, Goddess,” I whisper, grateful for the distraction of playing with Lili.
But my brain isn’t cooperating. Every movement behind the loveseat has me focusing on Victor’s office door, jerking me away from the arousal and edging game Lili is playing with me. After a few minutes of arguing with myself, I finally whisper, “Red.”
Lili’s gaze snaps to mine, and she pulls her foot from between my legs and pats the couch next to her. “Up here, lover.”
I hesitate. It’s meant to replace Victor’s chair, and I’m wearing his pin…or my dress is. Subs wearing a club pin aren’t allowed to sit on the furniture reserved for the club owners.
Lili senses it, and points to Victor’s chair behind us. “It’s safe. And if anyone tries to give you grief, I’ll have your back.”
I crawl onto the couch and snuggle close to Lili. “I’m sorry, Goddess.”
She frowns. “Sorry for what?”
“For ruining our playtime?”
I’m pulled into her lap then, and she grips my cheeks, forcing my forehead to hers. “Why do you think you ruined it? Did you have a reason for using your safeword?”
I nod and try to keep my tears at bay. “I was too overwhelmed with anxious thoughts to focus on playing, and it was on the verge of sparking panic.”
“So, the answer to my question is yes. You followed the rules, you took care of yourself, and you obeyed me until you couldn’t anymore. And even when you couldn’t, you followed proper procedure. You ruined nothing, and I need to hear you say you understand that.”
I blink back tears and nod. “Yes, Goddess. I understand I didn’t ruin anything. Thank you.”
The door to Victor’s office opens, and he storms out, gripping Harper’s arm. She stays perfectly quiet, but I see fear in her eyes. I wonder where Victor is taking her. But I can’t leave Lili’s side tonight unless it’s to help Memphis and Rylee.
As if I conjured him, Memphis approaches us, and I move to kneel on the floor again, but he stops me. “I need you to get dressed, Grace. Victor wants you with him.”
“What about me?” Lili asks, standing and retrieving my dress for me.
“He asked that you wait here or visit with Bellamy in her office.”
“I want Lili to join us,” I say.
Memphis holds up his hands. “I’m just the messenger here. It’s up to you if you want to risk his wrath by not following directions.”
I pull the dress on and sigh. “Thank you, Sir. I’m ready.”
Lili turns me around and kisses me tenderly. “I’ll be fine, lover. There is a lot of excitement to see here tonight. And if I get bored with this, I’ll find Bellamy.”
I follow Memphis to the front of the club. We wind up in the back room of the sandwich shop where Victor is pacing back and forth, and Harper is slouched on a chair with one hand handcuffed to the leg of the chair.
“What’s going on?” I ask as Memphis hovers nearby.
“It looks like Harper is somehow connected to your stalker.”
I gasp. “What? Why?”
Victor shakes his head. “We don’t have answers yet, butterfly. And she isn’t talking. You’re here to tell me what you want to see happen next. I can’t promise we’ll be able to do things exactly your way, but I want to consider your opinions, since she harmed you directly.”
“I don’t even know where to begin. How do you find out if she’s the stalker or just working with them?”
Victor looks at her and back at me. “I have ways.”
“Ways I probably don’t approve of. You can’t torture a woman, Victor.”
He laughs. “I can if it’s called for. But you’re right. I don’t plan on torturing her. We can also just turn her over to the police with the evidence Owen has.”
I frown. “I don’t know what to say, Master. It’s important to know what we’re dealing with. Perhaps you could try and get answers, and if your way doesn’t work, then we go to the police.”
Victor kisses my forehead. “So practical.”
He kicks Harper’s chair and points at me. “Say thank you to Grace. She’s the only reason you’ll find any mercy here.”
Harper sniffs and stares at me. “Thank you, Grace. I’m sorry things got out of hand.”
“Will you tell us who you’re working with?”
Harper’s eyes grow wide, and she shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“Will you answer our questions without revealing names? Just to give us an idea of what you were asked to do?”
Her face is white, but she nods slowly. “Just please don’t make me give you any names. I can’t. I’ll die.”
My stomach twists, and I wonder who the hell could put that much fear in Harper’s eyes.