Roll For Initiative

1. Cassie

“ Choke me harder." I moan as he slams into me.

The headboard of my bed repeatedly slams into the wall with each thrust.

If it dents the wall, it will be well worth the security deposit.

This man is an animal.

Sweat glistens down his body.

His dark hair feels like silk as I run my fingers through it, trailing down his neck.

He hisses as I mark his shoulder blade with my nails.

His eyes are immensely dark, almost black.

It feels like heaven with him deep inside me.

He viciously bites down on my nipple, causing me to arch my body off the bed.

My entire body is like a live wire sparking with heat.

He trails his tongue across my chest, toying with each bite mark he has left.

I am close; I can feel it.

The orgasm is threatening to crash over any second.

He tightens his grip on my throat, completely taking away my ability to breathe.

I clutch onto his shoulders as I feel the orgasmic wave cresting.

He presses me hard into the mattress as I scream his name...

FUCK!

My phone alarm screams at me from my nightstand.

I fling my hand onto the screen to shut it up, smacking it a few times to punish it for waking me during that blissful dream.

Everything feels stiff, so I try to stretch my body.

My hands still have a vice grip on the blanket, causing some fingers to become numb.

That was such a rude awakening.

Just when I was about to finish, too.

Dreams should not be allowed to feel that real.

I am still dripping wet.

Thank you, Mr.

dream man.

Glancing over at my phone, I am entirely confused.

10 A.M? Why did I set my alarm again? I do not work today.

Oh, shit! It is Tuesday! I nearly fell out of bed from the covers wrapped around me so chaotically.

I need to get to the airport! Lucian is finally coming home.

Lucian James Ryder has been my best friend for the last 15 years.

When I was nine years old, my family uprooted our lives in Fairview and moved us down to Williamsburg, New York.

We moved during the middle of the school year, so I had no friends and was very shy.

One afternoon out on the playground, Matt Thompson, the school bully, came up to me and started pulling on my hair and calling me names.

Lucian came out of nowhere and punched him right in the face.

It knocked him right on his ass, and Matt never bothered me again.

Lucian was my knight in shining armor, well, overalls, actually.

We have been inseparable ever since, except now that he has been on the other side of the country.

He has been gone for just over nine months.

The company he works for, West Enterprise, is one of the nation’s top security companies.

He designed a new security system for them, so they flew him to their Santa Monica, California headquarters.

They also gave him a huge promotion.

He is one of the most brilliant people I have ever met and is finally with a company that values him.

It feels so weird having been without him for so long, though.

I mean, we texted almost every day and video chatted.

We also would do Discord meetings with our friends Ash and Sunny for our virtual D Hazel eyes, brown hair, 5 foot 5 inches.

Lucian jokes that you couldn’t pick me out of a lineup of similar girls.

Nothing stands out.

Ninety percent of my wardrobe is the same shit I wore in high school.

I still have my collection of band T-shirts, now they are next to my other nerdy graphic tees.

I have a few pairs of jeans, but I pretty much live in leggings.

But hidden in the back corner of my closet is my weekend attire.

My weekend self is a whole other person.

Ok, snap out of it.

It's time to get ready.

His plane arrives in just under 3 hours, and it will take me at least an hour to get to the airport with this morning's traffic.

I promised to be there on time so I can’t disappoint him.

Punctuality and time management are not my strong suits.

I quickly hop in the shower, with no time to finish what Mr.

Dream Man started this morning.

I must fly through washing my hair and shaving my legs.

It’s a hot July day, and I am wearing shorts.

My car doesn’t even have AC, so I’m already going to die.

I towel dry my hair, slap on some eyeliner and mascara, and throw on a pair of black jean shorts and one of my Avenged Sevenfold tees.

Pair that with my black Converse, and I am ready to go.

As I pass my dresser mirror, I give myself one last look over.

Maybe I should start upgrading the rest of my wardrobe.

I cannot rock the teenager look forever; I am turning twenty-five this year.

Perhaps I will see if Ash wants to go shopping sometime next week.

I am sure she would love to be my personal stylist.

Ashley Kross is another one of our friends from our D&D group.

She is everything I am not.

She is very tall, standing around 5 foot 9 inches.

She has jet-black hair with streaks of whatever color is that week’s favorite.

I swear that girl changes hair colors more than anyone I know.

She is covered in various tattoos and has multiple piercings between her ears, nose, and lips.

She has been begging me to let her change up my style or “spice up my life,”

as she calls it.

Oh, if she only knew about my weekends.

But I guess it would not hurt to change out a few items to make my day-to-day self look more extraordinary than just ordinary.

As I go down the hall to the front room, I snatch up my purse and keys.

Glancing at the clock on the stove, I feel relieved.

I can make it to the airport and might even have a few minutes to spare.

Today needs to be kept on a schedule because I have so much planned for his first day back! I ecstatically bound down the four flights of stairs in my apartment building.

I did not want to wait for the elevator.

I might even have time to stop for coffee at this pace.