Roll For Initiative

40. Cassie

A fter locking the front door, I glance at the shattered picture that had fallen off the wall when he slammed the door. It was like the universe was giving me a sign. It was a picture of us on my 18 th birthday. Lucian had just smeared frosting on my face and was licking his finger while we were both cracking up. I can’t hold my emotions in anymore. I practically crawl back to bed to cry myself to sleep. I toss and turn most of the night. The tears coming and going. I think the last time I looked at the clock was around 5 AM.

I’m still lying in bed, still past 10 AM. I don’t want to acknowledge the morning. I don’t know what to do. Everything in my life seems to be crashing down at once. Last night could have been the start of something amazing. Too amazing. But it would have never lasted, and it would have ruined our friendship. I realized that when he had me pressed against the door. I wanted to scream for him to go harder, choke me, use me. When he looked at me, I realized I was doing exactly what Theo believed I was doing, and then I feared what would happen if he found out. If I hadn’t stopped it, Lucian and I would have fucked, then the next morning, he would realize what a huge mistake it was. Either that or if I voiced some of the stuff I am into, he probably would have run for the hills.

I love how protective Lucian has always been of me. Always willing to do whatever it means to protect me. However, willingness to do something and the ability to do something are two different things. No one can go against Theo, so I will get dolled up for the event tonight. Now, it’s my turn to protect Lucian. I know Theo apologized for threatening Lucian’s life, but I wouldn’t put it past him. He is very powerful and apparently always gets what he wants. I need to forget last night ever happened. It will be fine. And if Theo had been stalking me, seeing Lucian and Jayme storm out of here last night would have put his mind at ease.

Around noon, another knock is at my door. I wrap a blanket around my half naked body and peep through the peephole. There’s no one there, the fuck. I open the door to find another box on the ground. There is a black envelope inside with gold on it. Vixens is written across the front of the envelope. I open it up to find an invitation inside. It is all black with gold lettering as well.

Please join us tonight for our annual charity auction. Please wear the mask provided. Anonymity is key for this event. Bring your cash and let the bidding begin . The card reads.

Inside, wrapped in tissue, is a black leather half-face mask—the ones that just cover your eyes and nose. This one is a cat with whiskers and ears as well. Now I understand the collar. Great. I’m unsure how I feel about the possibility of being paraded around on a leash tonight.

The text he sent last night reminded me that I have to meet him at 5:30 in the room. Apparently, the auction starts at six, and Theo expects us to always be on time. I wonder if he was ever like this with Allie. As of yesterday, he said he ended things with her. I don’t know how well she is taking it, but seeing as she blocked me on KNKI, I have a feeling she is pissed. Not my fault, though.

* Ding *

Theo - * Did you get my gift, little one?*

Cassie - * Yes, Sir. Just a bit confused. We never discussed collars or being a pet.*

Theo - * The words I think you meant to say were "thank you, Sir" - "you're welcome, Cassandra. You will look beautiful tonight wearing it and being by my side. My pride and joy.*

Cassie - * Sorry. Forgive me. Thank you, Sir. It is beautiful.*

Theo - * I can’t wait for you to see your next surprise tonight. You are going to love it.*

Strange. I thought the collar was the surprise. Now, there’s another. He said he would spoil me, but what else could he surprise me with that we haven’t already done?

Theo - * Change of plans for tonight’s meet-up, though. I’m picking you up at five sharp. Please be ready. Do not wear your collar or mask until you are in the limo with me. Do I make myself clear?*

I can’t help but roll my eyes. He can be such an ass. Before, I just saw it as a Dom's role. But now, after the shit he pulled yesterday, I just think he is an asshole.

Cassie - * Yes Sir. I’ll be ready. :)*

Theo - * Good Girl. See you tonight, little one. You are going to be so beautiful. ;)*

Damnit. That fucking praise always gets me. Ugh, it’s almost 2. Gotta start getting ready. Another thing is that you always have to be photo ready with him. Not that photography is allowed at Vixens, but in case we are seen out and about together. Can’t tarnish his image.

I take my time in the shower, making sure I’m fully shaved. I use the expensive body wash he bought for me. He loves the scent—a mix of ginger and vanilla. I dry and straighten my hair to eliminate the frizz. Then, I pull it into a half-updo with curled strands dangling. Thankfully, I just had the dress he loves dry-cleaned.

It’s a floor length black dress that has a corset top. The bottom half of the dress is a lot of see through lace with just a panel of fabric in the front and back to hide my ass and pussy. One wrong shift and I’m fully on display. There’s also a slit on each leg that runs all the way up to my hips. Can’t wear panties. This thing leaves little to the imagination, but I honestly fill it out so damn well. I looked it up shortly after he gave it to me. The damn thing is over $2,000. It made me sick that something with such little fabric could cost so much.

I paired the dress with the pair of peep-toe Louboutin’s he got me. These bitches were almost $1,000 so I do not wear them often. For my makeup, I go for a smokey cat eye. Make me wear a cat mask and collar, you will get cat eyes. Then I top it off with bright red lips to go with the pop of color on my shoes. Simple dangling diamond earrings; also courtesy of Theo. I feel like I’m a walking Neiman Marcus ad. At 4:30 I’m finally done. I haven’t had time to eat except a slice of peanut butter toast for breakfast, so I’m starving. However, I don’t dare eat anything with this dress on. At least until we get to Vixens.

At 4:55, I make my way downstairs. The collar is tucked in my handbag, and the mask is still in the box. As I exit the apartment building, a black limo pulls up. The driver rushes over to open the door and outsteps Theo. God damn, is he good-looking. His tux is fitted snugly against his muscles, hair slicked back, and I can smell his cologne from here.

"Hello, little one. You are absolutely stunning. Going to be the prettiest one at the auction." I almost miss the slight uptick of his voice at the word auction.

I can’t help but blush. He was always so sweet with his praises and compliments. He seems to be in a good mood tonight, back to how he used to be with me. I climb in, and he follows behind, sitting right beside me.

"Thank you, Sir. I absolutely love this dress, shoes, and earrings. They are perfect."

"You are most welcome, Cassandra. I have to make sure my girl is well taken care of." He puts his hand on my exposed thigh, caressing it up and down, causing goosebumps to explode all across my body. I hum and lean toward him, resting my head on his shoulder. I hate the way my body reacts to the familiar touch, but I need to play along—at least until Lucian is out of the state.

His hand moves higher on my exposed thigh. I slightly part my legs, inviting him further. He looks toward the driver and then closes the partition. I adjust slightly on the seat so that my bare ass is on the leather. I don’t want anything getting on this dress tonight.

“Are you my good girl, Cassandra.” He growls in my ear as he kisses my neck and collarbone. My breathing is already shaky. He licks a trail up from my chest to my earlobe, nibbling on my ear. My body shudders from anxiousness.

“Yes, Sir.” I purr in submission as his fingers find my center. Rubbing along my already wet slit. I swear, my body has been riding this line since yesterday.

“Mmm, no thong either. I think tonight you are my naughty girl instead.” He whispers as he inserts two fingers, knuckle deep inside me. I let out a small gasp as he moves in and out of me. “Do you want me to fuck you in the back of my limo like the dirty slut you are?” He growls as he slips a 3 rd finger inside me.

“Fff...fuck, yes. Please, Sir.” I’m so close. My body is so pent up that I might explode.

I rock my hips forward, thrusting against his palm. I have to close my eyes. Everything is so intense right now. Not just from his dirty words or the fact we are driving around in public, but because I am on edge thinking he knows about what happened last night. He ups the tempo of thrusts in and out of my soaked pussy. Yeah, I'm definitely glad I moved the dress out from under me.

My nails are digging crescent shapes into his arm as I try to grasp at anything I can to gain some stability. My mind is falling back into the fantasy that was last night—being pinned to the door. Lucian grinding against me, bringing me just as close to the edge. Don’t say his name. Don’t say his name. Fuck.

I’m a dripping, panting mess. My arousal is pooling on the leather seat as I get closer and closer to coming. He can tell I am close. He has always been able to read my body well. His skilled fingers know exactly what works for me.

“Be a good girl and cum for me. I want you to be a dripping mess when we go in there. Cum now!” His words are my undoing.

He yanks me by my hair, tilting my head as he bites down on my throat. At the same time, he thrusts his fingers deep, curling them against that sweet spot while his thumb circles and presses on my clit. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming out Lucian’s name.

“Fuck!” I moan and gasp. I see stars as my body bows off the seat. My legs are shaking, and my body is trembling from the rush. Holy shit, that was intense. He pumps his fingers in and out, letting me ride through the wave.

After I calm down and can breathe normally, he removes his fingers, and my body suddenly feels empty. He pulls out his handkerchief to wipe off his fingers, then my inner thighs and the seat. He pockets the fabric square, giving me a mischievous grin.

"Tonight will most likely be very enjoyable for you." Why did he phrase it like that?

"What do you mean, Sir?" My brain is still foggy from the intensity of that orgasm.

"Shush. Put your mask and collar on. We are about to be at Vixens."

I obey, sliding on the collar and then the mask. I am still confused about his phrasing, and it is causing a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I am truly contemplating whether or not I should go into the event now, but as I go to bring it back up, he kisses me and caresses the side of my face with his hand.

“My beautiful little one. I love thinking about what is going to happen tonight.” Yep, this sickening feeling is just getting worse.

What the hell is he planning?