Page 26 of High Reward

“Victor needs to speak to you. Are you almost done?”

Owen looks behind him. “I don’t know, love. Are we almost done?”

“Yes, Sir. I swear I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Owen smirks at Tobias and me and crooks a finger for both of us to step into the office. “Back in position, love,” he murmurs quietly.

Bellamy is kneeling on an ottoman with her ass on display and her hands on her head. A hairbrush and a belt sit next to her, and the marks on her skin make it clear she received both.

“What do you need?” Owen asks.

“Have you found anything on Grace’s phone yet?”

He moves to his desk and picks up the device. “The link she clicked to fill out scholarship paperwork definitely had malware in it that allowed whoever sent it to monitor Grace’s phone. Or parts of it, anyway. Her email accounts, social media, and a messenger app were all impacted, but her text messages and phone logs were not visible.”

“Did she use regular text or the messenger app to ask Sabrina to bring her clothes?”

He scrolls the device and taps a key on his computer keyboard.

“Looks like they do most of their communicating on the messenger app.”

“Is it safe for her to have the phone?”

Owen nods. “I’ve put some more safety measures in place, and I also planted my own code that will hopefully help me capture a location for this bastard.”

Bellamy shifts on the ottoman, and Owen holds up a hand for me to wait.

“Bellamy, love. You can stay like that until Victor leaves, or you can take your last dose of the belt in front of him, and I’ll release you as soon as it’s done.”

“How long is Master Victor staying?” she asks quietly.

I let out a small laugh. “Not too long, but I do have more to discuss with Master Owen.”

“Of course, Sir.”

She looks at Owen with a heady combination of lust and contrition, and I’m wishing I were back in my office with Grace’s red ass on display.

“I’ll take the last set now so you can take care of your business without having to worry about me.”

Owen moves to the ottoman and picks up the thick leather belt. He motions for Tobias to stand in front of her.

“Toby is going to hold your arms in place, so you don’t get in trouble and earn extra for moving.”

“That is kind of you, Master,” she murmurs.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he mutters as he steps to the side and aims the belt for the lower curve of her butt.

She cries out as the leather sinks into her skin, and I turn away to give her some amount of privacy.

Before she married Owen and Tobias, Bellamy was collared to the club because her relationship with Owen threatened a lot of people, so they kept it quiet. But we all feel a sense of duty to Bellamy to protect her because of the five years she spent as the club submissive.

Owen delivers a dozen strokes of the belt in all before he drops it and pulls her into a hug. Tobias takes over after a minute and scoops her up to carry her out of the room.

“I could have waited until you were done. I’m sorry Tobias interrupted you,” I say when we are alone.

Owen waves a hand. “It’s nothing. You inadvertently fulfilled a little fantasy of Bellamy’s.”

I quirk an eyebrow up. “Oh?”