Page 12 of High Reward

“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.”