Roll For Initiative

42. Cassie

“ Y ou have got to be joking, Theo,” I shout. I don’t care who the fuck hears me.

He slams his hand over my mouth and pushes me against the wall. Out of eyesight, we are in a far corner behind the main stage. My head still hurts from yesterday, and the bump has barely gone down. He is pissed, and I regret coming. Thankfully, he releases my mouth to cup my chin.

“I won’t go through with this. You can’t make me! I am not some fucking toy for you to share. And on top of that, I thought you said, “I don’t share what is mine.”.” I make the air quotes to piss him off more. Why am I pushing my luck right now?

When he told me we were going to the auction, I didn’t know it was this kind of auction. This is not for me! I don’t want to be won by some random guy, to do God only knows what with him. Fuck that! Especially since Theo is the one who entered me into it, being my Dom and all, he is the one who gets to keep my winnings from the auction. I won’t see a single cent of it. I am furious.

“Cassandra, I told you there would be a punishment for your behavior. And since you seem to want to share what is mine, I might as well profit from it.” Has he lost his fucking mind?

“I told you nothing happened with Lucian or Jayme.” I feel the sting of his backhand as my head is whipped to the side.

“I know what happened last night, Cassandra. How do you think I know everything? Hmm?” I am fighting the tears that are threatening to spill over my lashes. He hit me, he fucking hit me. “I know all Cassandra. I have cameras in your apartment. I know everything that has gone on in the last week. Everything!” He is holding my throat now, not painfully squeezing, but enough to cause pressure.

What. The. Hell. I feel nauseous. Cameras? In my apartment? Oh God, so he saw what happened last night. Oh, fuck what about Tuesday night when Lucian was on the couch. My face pales, and he grins at my sudden realization.

“Yes, Cassandra, I saw you being the little slut you are. Wanting to touch yourself while watching him. Dirty little whore. I should have come over that night. I should have shown you who you belong to. Shown him you belong to me.” He reaches between my legs and cups my pussy. I whimper at the touch, tears finally falling down my cheek. He licks the side of my face, capturing my tears.

“How could you put cameras in my home? That’s so fucked up. How long?” I think I’m going to be sick. How long has he been watching me?

“The first day you brought me over, I made an imprint of your key to have a copy. The next day, I waited until you were at work and came over and installed them. I told you, little one, you are mine. I don’t share what is mine, and I make sure to keep an eye on the things I own.”

“You’re sick. You are fucking sick!” I shout, my voice drowned out by the sounds of the auctioning. Five months. 5 fucking months, he has been watching me. I had my suspicions that he may have either gone through my phone or had access to my phone somehow because he knew things I never told him and bought me things I had just been looking up the day prior. I was flattered at first, but this? This is fucking horrible.

“This is over,” I yell.

I wrench my throat from him by knocking him in the stomach. I go to run to the back door just a few feet away, but he rushes me. He grabs my upper arms from behind and slams me against the wall. The side of my head hits the wall, and I swear I see stars for a moment. Add this bump to the collection.

“This will be over when I fucking say it is over. Do you hear me slut. You are mine, and I can do what I want when I want. If I want to drag your naked ass up and down fucking times square, I will. Do you understand yet?” I nod; it is the only thing I can do with how he is pressed against me.

“Good girl. Now, go freshen up your makeup. I think you are next, Liana. That’s your name for tonight.” He pushes me toward the row of makeup vanities that are set up.

Fuck. What do I do? Can I run? Shit! Wait, did he say Liana? He fucking took the name of my D I was scared shitless. I thought I was going to be booed off stage. But you know what?” She turns me so that I am looking at her. She isn’t wearing a mask, so she must be one of the owners Theo always talks about. “I ended up going for $400k. That was a life-changing night right there. I became a Dominatrix after that and never looked back. You could change your life tonight if you wanted to. You just have to go out there and make them want it. Make them beg.”

She grabs a makeup wipe and starts to help remove the chaos streaking down my face from my tears. She pauses at the cheek Theo hit. I assume it is already showing the mark. She looks like she is about to say something but bites her lip instead. Please don’t ask me anything. I don’t even know what I would say.

“Thank you,” I squeak out. She is helping me reapply my makeup now, and when I turn back toward the mirror, you can hardly tell anything happened except the slight tint of red in my eyes and the red mark on my cheek and jaw.

“Go knock them dead, honey. I know you can.” She smiles, caressing my cheek one last time before she walks away. I wish I could have her confidence.

OK, time to do this. I can do this. I have to make them want me. And pray to God someone nice wins me for the night. I can do this. I can do this. I keep repeating that over and over in my mind as I walk over to the table that has some props on it, cuffs, floggers, and stuff to show off their kinks. BINGO! There is a leather leash. You want me to be a fucking pet; well, here you go, Theo.

“Next up, we have number 10, Liana.” I hear the bid caller announce my name, summoning me to the stage. Well, here goes nothing.