Page 27 of High Reward

Owen chuckles. “Having a punishment interrupted and being made to finish it with an audience. You’ve participated in her punishments before, so I figured it was safe to handle it the way I did.”

I laugh. “Always happy to help fulfill a fantasy. Now, what else can you tell me about the malware or Grace’s stalker?”

“It’s complex, so I’m reaching out to a friend in Chicago who can help me with the code,” he says. “But if I had to guess, the person who sent the email is local. And they have some kind of tech access at UNLV. The spoofed emails in the account would require back-end access to their mail servers, and that’s not a straightforward thing to get to lately. Ransomware attacks have universities and other targets tightening their data security more than ever.”

He hands me the phone, and I slip it in my suit jacket. “Is it possible that her stalker is connected to Draven? Are they trying to use her to get to me? Or is this a separate issue?”

Owen shakes his head. “Right now, your guess is as good as mine. But give me twelve hours or so and I’ll have better answers.”

That’s all I can ask for, so I say goodbye and head back out into the club. Tobias and Bellamy are snuggled together on a sofa, while Bellamy wipes tears from her eyes.

“I’m sorry if my being in the room was awkward for you, Bellamy,” I say as I reach them.

She beams at me. “Not awkward at all, Master Victor. Knowing Owen, I’m sure he told you it was a fantasy of mine.”

“Is that why you felt comfortable interrupting?” I ask Tobias.

He just grins and lifts a shoulder. “I guess it could be.”

I say goodbye, and head for my own space where Grace is scrolling through Memphis and Rylee’s membership profiles.

They’ve been members of the club almost since we opened, but they rarely attend parties because of their schedules.

“Here.” I pass her the phone, and she smiles up at me.

“Hold on to it for me? It doesn’t fit in this pocket right.”

I tuck it away again and squeeze her shoulder. “It’s almost time to open the doors, and Harper had a list of tasks I need to check on. You can get my attention anytime you need me tonight.”

“Thank you, Sir. I appreciate that. And thank you for trusting me with Memphis and Rylee. They seem like fun people.”

I kiss her cheek and bury my nose in her neck. “I can still smell your cunt,” I whisper.

Her face turns bright red, and she drops her gaze to the floor. “I’m feeling very needy again,” she admits.

“We’ll address that need after the club opens and our VIP guests are happy.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for everything today. It’s been as perfect as can be expected under the circumstances.”

I kiss her one more time and then turn to scan the space. Harper near the front glaring at me, but her neutral mask slips back into place when she catches my gaze.

“All done with my list, Master Victor,” she says in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“Good. I’m busy for the next forty-five minutes. Report to Grace and have her inspect your work. If she finds anything lacking, you’ll find yourself in my office for a conversation with the paddle. Understood?”

Her glare slips through for a split second, but she nods. “Yes, Master Victor. I understand.”

“Good.”

I turn on my heel and leave to talk to Luke and Matteo.

“We brought Grace her car,” Luke says when we meet in Matteo’s office a few minutes later.

“She’ll be pleased even if she won’t be able to take it anywhere for a while yet.”

I just can’t risk putting her in danger, so until the stalker is caught, she’ll go nowhere without security.

We discuss how to handle Griffin if he wants to make a deal tonight, then it’s time to greet guests and kick off an evening of debauchery.