27. Chapter 27
Grace
I can’t find Victor.
He told me to let him know my answer about doing needles with him before the club opens, but he’s nowhere in sight. Not in his office, not in the kitchen, not in the dungeon.
I make one more circuit of the club, just in case, but still don’t spot him. I double back toward the main dungeon and bump into Luke as he is coming out of his office.
“Looking for Victor?”
“Yes, Master Luke. Have you seen him?”
Luke’s mouth tugs up to one side. “He’s with Owen and Matteo working on security measures for tonight. You’ll need to wait if it’s not important.”
“It’s not urgent,” I say, even though it kind of is. “I’m in charge of setup tonight and running the staff meeting, so I’ll be in the dungeon if he needs me.”
He nods. No further questions, no reminders for how to run the meeting properly.
That’s the kind of trust I’ve always wanted from them, and I haven’t always had it.
Could be because they tried to have me take over Bellamy’s job when we thought she was moving to London, and that was not a good idea.
I made so many mistakes that even Matteo was threatening to spank me.
I collect what I need from Bellamy’s office to run the meeting and enter the main dungeon. A small group of submissives and other staff are waiting, clustered at the small tables near the bar.
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and call the meeting to order.
“Good evening, everyone. Let’s get started.” My voice echoes in the large space, and conversations cease as everyone turns their attention to me. I’m not used to this kind of spotlight.
“We’re opening as normal tonight, but there are additional security protocols on top of what we usually do,” I say.
“If you don’t know the reasons, that means you don’t need to.
Sorry to be blunt, but that’s directly from the owners.
For starters, there is no coming and going without checking in and out.
That means stepping outside to smoke or get fresh air comes with a security check on both sides of that trip.
Security team members will be at every entry and exit point tonight, even staff-only doors. ”
Someone in the back, one of the newer subs, raises a hand. “Is it true that the club’s being watched by the police?”
I want to roll my eyes at the rumor mill already at work, but I keep my expression neutral and my tone steady. “No. That rumor isn’t true. But we are keeping security tight, so tonight is not the time to be lax with the rules.”
I glance at the tablet and scroll through the assignment list. It’s then that I notice Victor standing at the edge of the space, watching me.
My heart rate kicks up a notch, but I keep my voice steady as I continue.
“We’re shaking things up a bit tonight because Skylar and Zara are being tasked with something else, so Daniella, you’re in Matteo’s space tonight, Nora, you’ll be with Luke, and Crystal, you’re with Owen.
I’ll be with Victor, but Maria, I’ll want you on standby because I’m doing a needle scene in the main dungeon tonight. ”
I list the rest of the assignments and dismiss everyone to set up their assigned spaces. “We’ll meet back here a half-hour before opening for a final walk-through.”
The group scatters, and I hold the tablet to my chest, trying not to second-guess anything. Victor hasn’t moved from his spot. I meet his gaze and can’t look away.
He nods once. A short, staccato movement that means everything.
I nailed it. No need to wait for his feedback or follow-up. I did exactly what he asked.
A rush of pride settles in my chest, but I keep my face neutral. There’s still work to do.
I step over to where a staff submissive is stocking safe sex supplies in a drawer, and check her work, then I head for the suites. Most of them are still filled with our lockdown guests, but a couple have been cleaned and are being rented to VIP guests.
Victor is still watching as I move down the hall, and I turn back and smile at him.
As I’m finishing the walk-through, Victor is standing outside his office. When I pass, he slips one hand out of his pocket and reaches for my wrist.
“You’re done. Inside. Now.” It’s my favorite version of his dominant voice. The one that says something fun is about to happen.
I step into his office, and the door clicks shut behind us.
He stops in front of his desk and leans against the edge, arms crossed, eyes on me.
“You didn’t wait for me to start the meeting,” Victor says.
I brace myself, then realize, there’s no disappointment in his tone. Just a hint of curiosity.
“You said you wanted me to handle it. So I handled it.”
He studies me for a beat, then nods. “Exactly what I hoped for. You managed it well.”
The flush of warmth across my face and chest isn’t from embarrassment. It’s pride. The way he says it, like there was never any doubt, has me straightening my shoulders with confidence.
He gestures to the chair in front of him. “Sit.”
I do, perching near the edge. He pushes off the desk and leans down, one hand on the arm of my chair. The other cupping my jaw, thumb tracing the corner of my mouth.
“Have you decided about the needle scene?”
“Yes, Sir.” There is no hesitation in my voice. “I want to do it.”
His lips curve into a predatory smile that sends shockwaves of heat through my system. “Good girl,” he murmurs.
“I told Lili she can assist me. Is that acceptable?”
Relief and excitement hit at the same time. Having her there will make it easier and less overwhelming. I nod.
Victor hums. “Trust looks good on you, butterfly. I like it when you show me how brave you can be.”
He leans in, brushing his lips over mine. It’s barely a kiss, but it holds so much promise.
“I want to reward you,” he says, tone commanding now. “You made me proud today.”
He stands, then motions for me to follow. “Come here.
I rise and move to stand directly in front of him. Victor’s hands find the hem of my dress, gathering it up. He doesn’t rush. Each movement is deliberate. Controlled.
“Take off your panties,” he orders.
I obey, slipping them down and handing them to him without question. He stuffs the scrap of lace into his pocket.
“Skirt up. Sit on the edge of the desk.”
The wood is cool under my skin. Victor kneels between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs and forcing them wider.
He doesn’t hesitate. His mouth is on me instantly, tongue lapping and circling my clit. The shock of sensation has me gasping. I grip the edge of the desk, anchoring myself as pleasure builds.
He works me expertly, alternating pressure and rhythm. Every time I get close, he eases off, slowing until I’m whining in frustration. Then he starts again, relentless.
“Victor… Master… please.”
“Not yet.” He says, voice muffled as he pushes me open with his tongue. “You’ll take what I give you and nothing more.”
I hold on as long as I can, nerves tight as violin strings, my whole body trembling. He pushes two fingers inside me, angling them so they brush that spot, and my walls clamp down in anticipation.
“I want to come,” I gasp.
He stops instantly, pulling back. I want to scream. My hips chase his hands in desperation.
“No,” he says, standing over me. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand then cups my face, making me look at him. “You don’t come until I say so.”
“Please, Sir,” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “You don’t get to whine about a decision I’ve made. If you’re going to pout, I’ll give you something to pout about.”
He points at the armchair I was sitting in before. “Bend over the back.”
I do. The vulnerability is immediate as Victor shoves my skirt up around my waist.
His palm lands on my bare ass, sharp and hot. The shock pulls an unexpected sob from my throat.
Ten hard spanks, rapid-fire, until my skin burns and my eyes water.
He yanks me upright and spins me to face him.
“Your pleasure belongs to me,” he says, voice deadly soft. “And when you’re in this building, you exist to serve. I decide when you get to let go. I know I said I wanted to reward you, and I do. Trust me, sweetheart. This is part of it.”
I nod, my breath coming fast.
He steps closer, crowding my space. “Do you understand why I’m doing it this way?”
I bite my lip. “Not exactly, Sir. But I trust you.”
He smiles and drags a thumb along my cheekbone.
“I want you aroused. I want you desperate. When you’re that needy, that on edge, it will make the pain of that many needles more bearable.”
The logic is perfect, and yet I want to beg him to put his fingers or cock inside of me and finish me off right here. But I trust him, so I don’t.
He grabs my chin and kisses me hard. I taste myself on his tongue, and whimper at how it fuels my arousal.
“Now, here are your instructions, butterfly,” he says, all business again. “Go to our suite and put on exactly what I’ve laid out on the bed. Do not deviate.”
I nod my agreement, and he kisses me softly. “Good girl. You’ve proved you can take control, now I want you to surrender it completely. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
He helps me straighten my skirt with a gentle touch. Then he fixes a stray curl behind my ear.
He holds my gaze and presses one more kiss to my lips. “You’re mine, Grace. Don’t forget that.”
My voice is steady when I answer. “Never.”
He steps back.
“Go. Don’t keep me waiting.”
I turn to leave the office when he stops me once more. “I meant it, Grace. Don’t deviate from what I’ve laid out for you, or there will be consequences.”
Fuck. What does he want me to wear?
I leave the office with my ass burning and my pussy throbbing, more desperate than before. But that’s exactly how he wants me.
I make my way to the suite, focused on his assignment. The thrill of anticipation is sharp in my veins.
Tonight, I get to be his art, his canvas, and I’ll have Lili with me as he creates.
In the suite, the first thing I notice is the way Victor has arranged everything.
The clothes are lined up across the bedspread like a checklist. Lingerie in rich purple with black and silver accents.
A matching thong with sides that shimmer, and a garter belt with silver clips that will catch light when I move.
The lingerie is backless, leaving me exposed from the top curve of my ass to the base of my neck where it clasps, halter-style.
It’s clear he chose this so his canvas will be free. A simple black dress and heels are also laid out after the lingerie.
Next to the outfit sits a small black box. When I open it, I gasp. A small vibrator is cradled inside. It’s a top-of-the-line remote-controlled toy that Victor probably already has the remote for.
This must be what he meant when he warned me not to deviate. He means for me to insert this now. There’s even a small bottle of lube next to it in case I need it.
My hand shakes as I lift the toy from its velvet bed and squirt a small dab of lube on the tip.
Not that I need it with as worked up as he got me in his office.
Careful to angle it just right, I ease the toy inside.
It’s small, so it’s not stretching me, but the pressure is constant enough to remind me of my need.
I fold the clothes I shed and set them aside. Then I take my time with the rest of the ensemble. First, the thong. The band settles snug around my hips, the string vanishing between my legs. Then I roll on the thigh-high stockings that were under the lingerie and put the garter belt on.
Then I pull on the scant lace thing that is lingerie, positioning it so it covers my breasts and fastening the halter-style straps behind my neck. Finally, I cover everything with the dress and slip into the heels.
I’m glad I can wait a while before I reveal the skimpy lingerie underneath.
Which is strange, because I’ve been completely naked in the dungeon before, but something about this outfit makes me feel vulnerable.
Perhaps because of what it symbolizes. It’s bright and flashy and boldly declares that I’m not hiding from anyone.
I step out of the shoes long enough to touch up my makeup and style my hair, then I slip into them again, and blow out a long breath, heading for the door. I wonder where Lili is, and what she’s wearing. It dawns on me then that I haven’t seen her since before the staff meeting.
In the hallway, I square my shoulders and head for the main dungeon.
Tonight is about more than pain or pleasure, and I’m ready to be seen, to take up space with people I love.
And Victor and Lili are going to make this night unforgettable.
As I reach the end of the hallway, the toy inside me buzzes on low.
Our scene has already begun.