Roll For Initiative

25. Lucian

W hat the fuck is he doing here? He never said he was coming out here so soon. I need to talk to him alone before he slips up and says something to Cassie that I will have to explain sooner than I want to. Granted, we both signed the NDA, but he would probably assume I told her about it because I told him we talk about everything and never have secrets. That was one of the things I planned on telling her in the car before we were so rudely interrupted. That, and how I feel about her.

I didn’t mean to snuff out his suspicion of me and Cassie so fast, but it just blurted out of my mouth before I could think. I could see her eyes getting glossy. Was she actually tearing up over what I said? Ugh, this is why I need to talk to her alone. Jayme also needs to back the fuck off of Cassie. We may have shared girls in the past, but I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the idea of ever sharing her if it ever came to that. Plus, he is into a bit more violent indulgences than I am. We both love the Dom role and love a bit of impact play and bondage, but Jayme goes beyond that. He is into more degradation and hardcore impact play. I remember one of the first few times we shared a girl, and I got to experience how vicious he could get.

He had the girl strip and straddle a Sybian on the hard floor. He tied her wrists crossed and attached them to a hanging hook above her. He first used his fingers to fuck her throat, making her gag and gasp for breath. All while degrading her, smacking her across the face, tits, and ass, turning her creamy pale skin red and tender. He called her his slut, whore, bitch, whatever filthy name he dished out; she ate it up like it was pure ecstasy. He shoved his dick into her throat in one thrust, not even giving her a minute to adjust to his size. He was fucking her face so hard and deep I could see the bulge of his cock in her throat. I honestly thought the poor girl was going to pass out, but she screamed around his cock as she came herself, and he followed right after. A bit dripped out of her mouth and onto the floor. He unhooked her wrists and shoved her face into the cum and called her a bad dog and told her to clean up her mess. She actually licked the cum off the floor. Needless to say, she was way too spent for me to really do much, but this was mainly for him to show me just what a Dom could really do with the right sub. They had a very trusting bond between the two of them. Apparently, they had been hooking up for years whenever she would come into town for business.

It was hot to watch, but I don’t think I could ever be the one to do that to the girl. I love pushing their limits with pain, but I don’t like to degrade them verbally. I love doing the aftercare. I ended up carrying that girl to the bed in the suite, brought out a warm, damp washcloth, and cleaned her up. Then she snuggled on my chest and fell asleep. I was woken by her giving me a blow job a few hours later while Jayme fucked her from behind, so it ended up being a great night.

Anyway, now that Cassie is out of earshot, I can talk to Jayme alone. I grab him by the arm and pull him over toward the door wall. I open it to let in some light and air.

“Dude don’t speak a word about FoxDen or Vixens. She can’t know about that life or about what I am. At least not yet.” I say sternly.

“Lucian, you are acting like you’re a serial killer or something. So what if being a Dom is what gets your dick wet? Judging by those fuck me eyes she was giving me, she might have a bit of freak in her, if you know what I mean. Since you guys are “just friends,” He does the fucking air quotes when he says that “Maybe I’ll take her to Vixens while I’m here. Maybe give her a tour.” He chuckles, glancing back toward the kitchen where she is clanking things around. He struck a nerve. I grab him by the collar.

“No, she is off limits. She’s mine.” Fuck, did I just call her mine? He is not going to let me live this down. Judging by the smile that lights up his face, I’m right.

“Oh, so she’s yours now? Funny, you didn’t seem to want her when you were balls-deep in every other piece of ass at FoxDen, even when I joked that you were in love with Cassie. You always said you were just friends, she’s like a sister, blah blah blah. So, you were just lying to yourself, huh?” He asks. Shit, he is right; he always joked when I talked about Cassie, saying I must love her with how much I talked about her. I seemed to always find a way to bring her up in conversation. I just figured it was because of how much I missed her, but maybe he was right.

“Listen, dude, you need to figure it out soon because I have a proposition for you.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I ask, crossing my arms and leaning against the door wall.

“Number 1, do you think she would want to be shared?” He smirks when I go to lunge at him. “Joking, geeze. Rude, I shared plenty with you. What’s so different about this pussy.

"No. Off-limits. End of story." I take a step back before I do something I regret. The thought of sharing her with anyone, even Jayme, angers me. He just laughs at my possessiveness.

“But for real, I do have a proposition for you. How long have you lived here?” He asks.

“Here? Like this apartment? Since I got my internship with your dad’s company.” I say.

“Soon to be my company.” He says, adjusting his tie. “Pops is going to be retiring within the year. That’s why I am here, Lucian. I want you to move back to California with me. Permanently. I want you to train to be a senior executive. My right-hand man, once I take over.” He is beaming with excitement.

“What do you mean? I thought Nigel would stay on as COO until he retired or died at this point.”

“That old windbag? No, he already told Pops that when I take over, he is out. He doesn’t think he will like the direction I will be taking the company. Says it is too modern. It’s a fucking security company, for Christ's sake. If we don’t continue to modernize, we will fail.

“Jayme, I don’t know. My whole life is here.” I can’t help but glance toward where Cassie is most likely bouncing around cleaning the kitchen, listening to her headphones, completely in her own little world. It’s cute.

“Dude, please. Do not tell me you are going to throw away the opportunity of a lifetime for some chick.” He scoffs.

“Um, not just some chick. It’s Cassie. We have been inseparable since we were kids. How can I just move across the country permanently?” I run a hand over my face. “I need to think about this man. How long can you give me?”

“A month. I don’t know if I am staying out here that long, but Dad said I could take a month if needed. He also wants you on the team. He knows you are damn good at what you do, plus you are the only one I trust to help me run that shit show. Please, Lucian, I need you.” He pleads.

“OK, I’ll think about it.” He punches the air with a YES! It truly is the opportunity of a lifetime. It is a massive advancement for my career as well. Could I really move away, though. 9 months wasn’t that long of a time, but permanently? Could I really leave New York? My Family?

Could I leave Cassie?