Page 31 of High Reward

“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.”