Roll For Initiative

30. Cassie

Y eah, that was awkward. When Lucian said good girl, those words went straight to my core. And then he said it again about the clothes. I don’t understand the feelings I get from that phrase or why I love it so much. Well, actually, yes, I do. I have never been good enough for my parents or other family, so having someone approve and appreciate what I do makes me feel like it’s a high I want to chase. I barely pay attention to the movie. His clothes I am wearing smell like him from his detergent and body spray. I love it.

When the movie ends, I stand and stretch. Thankfully, my shoulder just feels like a bad bruise now, as opposed to feeling like I was hit by a car before. He grabs my hand and pulls me back down to the couch. My phone goes off as he does, shattering the hope of anything that might have happened. I grab it from the coffee table.

Theo -* Hope your evening went well, little one. Hopefully, you are all tucked into your bed tonight. I look forward to seeing you Saturday wearing my gift. It will be delivered tomorrow night. *

Cassie –* Good night, Sir. See you Saturday. *

I am still torn. On the one hand he is being very overprotective, but on the other hand he is my Dom. He deserves my respect, even if I might be ending things on Saturday. Theo and I have a lot of fun, and we understand each other so well in our scenes. And isn’t it kind of sweet knowing he cares so much? I mean, he even said I was his. Claimed me. Ugh, this is confusing.

As if he can feel the irritation and uncertainty, he pulls me close to his side again.

"You, ok? Need me to kick anyone’s ass?" He asks.

"Nah, I can do that myself if needed. I need to unleash some of this built-up rage." I jokingly punch him in the shoulder.

"Oh really? Cause you are so vicious. Like a ferocious little bunny." He laughs as he wraps his arm tighter and starts to tickle me.

I can’t breathe. I hate being tickled. My laughter is coming out in squeaks as he continues his torment. The more I fight, the more tightly he holds me. I feel sparks all over my body, and I am definitely getting turned on. I can feel the slickness between my legs. Fuck, why am I getting turned on by this? I turn and decide I need to fight back. I bite onto his shoulder. It is my only defense because of how he is holding me. Lucian stops suddenly, and it is like a switch is flipped; he pushes me flat on my back, lying on the couch. His hand immediately goes to my throat, and his leg knocks mine apart so he can hover above me between them. Fuck, his boxers are definitely going to be wet from my arousal.

He presses against me and grips my throat tighter. A moan escapes my throat, and he groans, nuzzling his face against my ear. The sound causes my entire body to shudder. His leg is pressing against that sweet spot between my legs. I want to thrust my hips against him to get some friction. As if he can read my mind, he presses harder against me, adding just enough pressure to tease my clit. Fuck I want him.

He lets go of my throat to run his hand down my body, grazing over my hard nipples. I moan again as he circles one through the thin fabric of the shirt, causing me to grind against him again. Shit, this is happening, this is really happening. I’m not dreaming of this.

* Ding *

Damn that phone.

I lock eyes with him. I can see the split-second in his eyes that reality comes rushing back to him, and he quickly pulls away, leaving me a confused mess on the couch. He isn’t much better off. I can see the outline of his cock straining against his shorts. Fuck, we were so close.

"Fuck Cass, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to... I just reacted when you bit me. I’m sorry." He is freaking out.

"I’m good, chill. We were just having a bit of fun.”

"But I could have hurt you."

“It’ll take a bit more than a light choking to hurt me." I can tell he is still worried. I grab his hand. I can feel his pulse racing. "Hey, I’m fine. No harm, ok? See, there probably isn’t even a mark. You might have a mark from that bite, though. Sorry." I can feel his pulse slowing. Geeze, he got worked up fast. Noted, he gets really turned on from biting.

I sit there for a few minutes longer with him, holding his hands while his eyes still look over my neck to make sure he didn’t leave a mark. I have never seen him so concerned and guilt-ridden. I reach over and pick up my phone.

Theo- *Sleep tight, my little one. I can’t wait to be with you on Saturday. You are going to love what I have planned. ;) *

I can tell Lucian read the text over my shoulder because he moves away from me right as I finished reading it. I don’t even bother replying, I’ll just act like I had fallen asleep.

“All righty, time for bed.” I stand up, walk toward the hall, and wait there, curious whether he is joining me. I glance back and forth between him and the hall toward his bedroom, hinting at him. I think he might actually do it when he stands and walks over to me.

“Goodnight Cass. Sweet dreams.” He hugs me tight, tucking me under his chin. He kisses the top of my head before he pulls away and walks to the laundry room. Well, shit. I should have just told him to come to bed.

“Goodnight, Lucian.” Ok, here it goes. “Um, like I said, your bed is big enough to share. If the couch is uncomfortable, then come sleep with me... I mean, like in the bed.” Shit! “Uhm, goodnight.” I rush out of the room, fuck, why am I so God damn awkward when it comes to him now.

I pass Jayme’s door, and it is dead silent. He must have passed out. He isn’t all bad, I guess, but damn, he is a perv. I don’t think he would have let it go if he had witnessed what had just happened. He does seem to really care about Lucian, though, which is nice. At least if Lucian does move to California, he won’t be alone. Ugh, even the thought is making me sick.

I glance back at my texts with Theo when I get into the bedroom and shut the door. I wonder what he is sending over to me to wear on Saturday. He has extremely expensive taste, which is fine because he is rich as hell. But I’ve never been one to splurge on expensive stuff like he does, and how my parents do. Yes, I come from a lot of money, but you wouldn’t know it just from looking at me. I still wear half my shit from high school. I have a raggedy backpack for all my D I don’t need either of the guys to hear me. I tighten my grip a bit more, just enough to cause my breath to slow and my heart rate to drop. It’s exhilarating. My hand that was toying with my breast goes lower, dipping beneath the waistband of the boxers. I am definitely going to have to sneak these into the washer. It would be a shock if there isn’t evidence on the inside of how badly I want him.

Fuck, I wish he were in here with me, choking me as he slips his hard cock inside me. I rub my wet slit, coating my finger, then return to my clit to get it slick. My whole body is tingling from how turned on I am right now. I slip a finger in, curling it to hit my G spot. Stroking that sweet area as I rock my hips, thrusting against my palm to create some friction on my clit. I tighten my grip even more as I slip a 2 nd finger inside. My walls contract as I grind into my palm harder. Fuck I’m going to cum. In his bed. Wearing his clothes.

I can feel the orgasm building. The wave of dopamine is about to spill over. I arch my body off the bed, pressing hard against my G spot and my clit. I release my neck just in time to bite down on my hand to keep myself from screaming his name. My entire body is shaking from the intensity of that orgasm. I take a few ragged breaths. Fuck, that was amazing. I can’t believe I just did that in Lucian’s bed. I go to readjust and get comfortable when I realize how damp the boxers are. Fuck, definitely going to have to sneak these into the washer in the morning.

I snuggle deeper under the comforter, sinking into the soft mattress. I feel like I am on cloud nine as I drift to sleep. My entire body and mind are fully sated right now. I’m drifting off to sleep in a cloud of his fluffy comforter that smells just like him. I think about the other night how I walked in on him masturbating and watched; thank God that didn’t happen tonight. I would have been able to hear the door open and would have had time to stop.... But would I have stopped if he had come in? Or would I have asked him to join me and help finish what we started on the couch? That is the thought I drift to sleep fantasizing over.