Page 11 of High Reward

“Yes, Master.” My hand shakes as I take the toy and turn it on low before sliding it inside my pussy. The rabbit ears tickle my clit, and I’m convinced I’m going to fail at not coming.

I hate failing.

Victor turns, so he’s facing me and puts a hand on my thigh. “You’re not going to fail, butterfly. You’re going to make me proud. As you always do.”

Fucking mind reader.I keep that thought to myself. Not that it matters. But his words soothe me, and I’m more confident in the challenge I’ve been given as he pulls away from the house.

We are several minutes into our drive, and Victor and Lili occasionally reach back and stroke one of my legs or murmur words of encouragement about how hot I look.

As we reach the highway, Victor looks at Lili with a wicked grin and reaches into his pocket. I’m too focused on not coming to see what he pulls out.

He hands her the item and changes lanes.

“What am I supposed to do with these?” she asks.

Victor chuckles and glances at me in the mirror and then back at Lili.

“You didn’t think you were going to escape this adventure without me doing something wicked with your body did you, Liliana?”

Chapter 5

Lili

Istareatthevicious-looking clamps Victor hands me and wince. These are so not going to feel nice.

He reaches into my low-cut blouse and pinches a nipple, digging his nails into the skin.

When his fingers reach for the other nipple, I pull away and pull the straps of my blouse down, revealing my lack of bra.

“Put them towards the back. You’ll want a lot of surface area inside the clamp for what I have planned,” he says as he pulls his hand free.

I stretch my nipple between my thumb and forefinger with my left hand and pinch the first clamp open with my right. As it bites down on my tender flesh, I moan. At the same time, Grace squeals as Victor reaches behind him and digs his nails into her thigh. The sound is like pouring gas on the fire, and I attach the other clamp and lay my head against the seat, eager to see what he does next.

“Mariposa, how are you doing?”

Grace slows the toy and looks at Victor in the mirror. “I’m dying, Master.”

“How badly do you want to come?”

He places a hand on my thigh and slides it under my skirt as he talks to Grace.

“Not as much as I want to please you,” she says with a whimper.

Victor chuckles and scrapes his nails across my skin. “Excellent answer. You always please me. Now open the bag next to you and pull out a short piece of chain and a carabiner and hand them to Liliana.”

Grace does as he asks and passes me a length of chain less than a foot long, and a heavy metal carabiner.

Victor pulls off the highway, puts the vehicle in park, and holds out his hand for the items.

“Grace, pass me one more small carabiner, please. One of the mini ones.”

“Yes, Master.” A few seconds later, she passes the small piece of hardware forward, and Victor hooks it to the center chain of my nipple clamps. Then, he attaches the loose chain from Grace to it as well and pulls upward. I watch fascinated, as he puts the other carabiner a few links from the other end of the chain. In a swift motion, he attaches the carabiner to a strap on the visor, and my nipples are pulled tight. He’s clearly got a kink for stretching nipples since he did something similar to Grace at theclub the last time we were there. But my nipples hurt too much to think about that.

“Now that’s gorgeous,” he murmurs as he pulls onto the road again.

As we drive, I’m amazed at Victor’s calm. Then again, he doesn’t have a vibrator pumping in and out of him like Grace or nipple clamps squeezing and stretching his nipples like me. Periodically, he commands Grace to stop and clean her toy with her mouth. I suspect that it’s to help her achieve her mission of not coming before we arrive at the club. There’s something sadistically sweet about that.

His fingers dig into my thighs, taking my mind off the pain in my nipples for a brief moment.