Roll For Initiative

8. Lucian

Sir.

That fucking word.

One single word from her lips, and my cock is painfully straining against my zipper again.

It’s not like she could have known that word affected me so much, but damn, when she said it and then her lips formed that adorable smirk of hers, it made me want to say fuck it to the boundary I set myself after my shameful shower.

It made me want to make her drop to her knees like a good girl and show her what it means to be mine.

But I don’t think Cassie would enjoy being submissive.

She’s always been too much in her own head.

She overthinks everything and then feels awkward at any mention of something sexual.

Also, she is a brat.

But brats can be fun to discipline.

No, Lucian, stop it.

Mind out of the gutter right now.

We ride the elevator down in silence.

She is leaning against the wall, eyes on the floor, chewing on her bottom lip again.

It takes everything in me not to pull her close and pull her lip from between her teeth with my own.

While heading out to the car, I reach over and grab her key ring from her back pocket.

"All right, kiddo, where to? I’m driving?" She looks at me like I’m nuts.

"Kiddo? Who are you calling kiddo? You’re five months older than me." She crosses her arms and huffs like a child.

See, brat!

"Yes, and 5 months older is still older.

Hence, kiddo.

Also, you still look like you are in high school.

A band T-shirt, come on, Cass, what are you? 16?” I laugh, but the look she gives me causes me to shut up fast.

Whoops, I guess I struck a nerve on that one.

She puts the GPS on, and I instantly know where we are going.

Nat20.

I didn’t realize it was finally open.

We talked about going together as soon as it opened; she is so sweet.

I glance over at her.

She looks like she is deep in thought.

Head leaning back against the headrest, looking out the window, hands resting on her thighs.

Her facial expression makes her look nervous, though.

I reach over and grab her hand, keeping both resting on her thighs.

Her warm, smooth skin touching mine sends sparks through my body.

"I really have missed you, Cassie.

I may not have missed New York much, but I definitely missed you." I squeeze her hand, and she squeezes mine back.

“I missed you too, Lucian.

It’s not the same when we don’t have our dungeon master in person.” She goes back to looking out the window.

Clearly, I'm trying to avoid talking for some reason.

I bring my focus back to the road but keep her hand still grasped in mine.

I feel a strong possessiveness to keep her hand held in mine.

When we pull up to the bar, I glance over and watch her eyes light up like a kid in a candy store.

The top of the building has a black dragon peering down at the people who enter.

I can’t help but smile at her reaction.

She really is so innocent.

I'm always excited about the little things.

I love how something as simple as decorations can make her smile.

As we start across the parking lot, she grabs my hand to pull me faster.

She gives her name at the door, and we are allowed to enter.

It’s like a whole other world here.

Tavern lights are hung sporadically across the ceiling.

There are bar-height tables all around the center of the restaurant and spacious booths around the walls.

The bar has a fake firewall behind it.

There are life-size figurines around the place.

Imps dangling from the center chandelier over the dance floor.

Shit some of the workers are even decked out in simple cosplay.

This is actually fucking awesome.

We get seated in our round corner booth.

We have a perfect view of the dance floor, and it is a bit less noisy.

Our waitress comes over to get our drink order and returns a minute later with the drinks.

She’s dressed as a Succubus.

It is pretty fitting for how hot she is—tall, all legs.

Firm ass barely covered by her outfit.

Perky tits are practically spilling out of the top.

Long dark hair, and big, blue, fuck me eyes.

Now, that is the type of woman that I used to get with at FoxDen.

I try not to stare, but it is hard.

And right now, I can feel a vicious and heated stare coming from Cassie.

The waitress takes our order and leaves.

Cassie decides to smack my shoulder.

"Damn, could you stop eye fucking our waitress? It’s disgusting!" She rolls her eyes at me and goes back to looking at her phone.

I slide closer to her, eyeing her up and down.

"What? Are you jealous? Don’t want me looking at other women now, Cassie?" I decide to test the waters.

"Do you want me to only look at you instead?" I laugh and move even closer.

Her eyes practically pop out at that statement, like one of those old school cartoons where they bug out of the character’s head.

Her cheeks and neck flush red with embarrassment, and her mouth hangs open.

She lifts her hand to swat at me, shooing me away.

I am quick, though, and grab her by the wrist and pin her arm behind her back.

She lets out a small gasp as I press my body closer to hers.

"If you don’t want me eye fucking other women in front of you, I won’t.

I’m sorry if it bothered you." My face is only a couple of inches away.

I can practically hear her heart racing.

The red in her cheeks is getting darker, and her pupils are dilated.

Ah, so she is just as affected by this as I am.

I keep my eyes locked on hers.

Her arm is still pinned behind her back, and my other hand is now on her thigh.

I am so close that I can feel her warm breath caressing my face.

My body is moving on its own as I start leaning, my lips getting closer to hers.

She closes her eyes and begins to lean toward me as well.

Our lips are less than an inch apart, and I chicken out.

I lift my head at the last second, kissing her on the forehead.

The choked gasp that leaves her throat hits me just as hard as the death glare coming from her as she opens her eyes.

I release her pinned arm and pull my body away from hers.

This is a dangerous game I am playing.

I don’t want to hurt her, but she is just so tempting now, and I can’t figure out what changed.

She is still sitting there with her piercing gaze.

Her eyes are so dilated they almost look black.

Then, she finally breaks the tension.

"What the fuck was that, Lucian?" She sternly whispers to me.

She looks furious.

It’s kind of hot.

"It was nothing, Cass.

I was just messing around." I run my fingers through my hair, moving it out of my face.

“Whatever!” She chugs her drink down in one go.

Damn, she must be pissed.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” She slides out of the booth and storms off. Fuck!

I feel like such a dick.

Maybe I am reading too much into this, but I swear I felt something between us there.

Judging from how she leaned toward me as well, she felt it, too.

I feel bad for chickening out, though.

I know she has probably been lonely.

I don’t think she has even dated anyone since Mark.

Fuck him, he was a piece of shit! In the end, I ended up winning.

He gave her an ultimatum, him, or me, and she chose me.

No one will ever come between our friendship.

I think if I ever dated a woman who had a problem with Cassie, I would send them packing.

She means too much to me.