Roll For Initiative

74. Cassie

W e are barely down the street when Jayme comes running up to us.

"Wait, lovebirds. I have good news."

"Ok, so I just got off the phone with Elias and Tim. It turns out that Theo just so happened to randomly have documents on his computer that the state cops now have, and those said documents had info about an unmarked grave in Lincolnville cemetery where a certain blonde girl is buried. They will find her body and get her back to her family. They will have their closure."

I can’t believe it. Her family will still be in pain, but they won't be constantly looking for her, seeing her ghost everywhere they turn. They can hold a proper funeral for her.

"Oh, Jayme, thank you so much. I can never thank you enough for all you have done." I wrap around his middle and hug him, and he returns the embrace.

"No problem, sweetheart. You were right; her family needs it. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it sooner."

The guys may try their best to understand, but they can't. The pain I felt when I saw her photo on the missing person flyer was excruciating. It felt as though my chest was being crushed again. But now I can breathe a bit easier knowing she will get a proper burial, and the bonus is that Theo's name will be forever associated with her death.

"All right, I’ll see you guys in the morning. Breakfast at Nina's? 10 am? Or do we wanna make it noon for lunch? Up to you, Cass."

"Noon, please." Fuck getting up for breakfast.

"Lunch it is. See you guys then." He gives Lucian a quick side hug and me a smooch on the cheek before heading back toward the limo. He truly is a great friend, even if he is a major perv. As he is walking away, I glance past him toward the limo. I could have sworn I had just seen the door shut. Weird.

We walk along the river, recalling our favorite memories together. New York has been fun, but I’m looking forward to leaving it behind. When we get there, I have to figure out what I want to do for work.

"Are you 100% sure about coming with me? This has been your home for over 15 years. I want to make sure you'll be ok, especially with all that you have been through." Lucian stops us as we get to a bridge in the park. I unhook my shoes to carry them. My feet are killing me.

"Of course. I’m excited for California. Plus, you are my home, Lucian. Where you go, I go. You're stuck with me now." I snuggle up under his arm. I love how protective he is of me. Always has been.

"I’m excited too. 2 more weeks, then we will be enjoying warm, sunny Santa Monica." He kisses the top of my head and strokes the back of my neck. My hair is starting to grow back, but thankfully, I purchased a few wigs in the meantime. It helps me feel a bit more like my old self. He twirls his fingers through the wig, contemplating.

"Hmmm, ever thought about trying blonde?" He jokingly asks.

"Yeah, no. Not happening. I look horrible as a blonde." He puts a finger to my lips, silencing me.

"There is nothing that could ever make you look horrible." I just roll my eyes at him. He is so cheesy. Apparently, the bratty roll of my eyes brings out his inner Dom. He grabs my face, pinching my cheeks gently, pursing my lips.

"Did I just see you roll your eyes at me? What have I said about that? You better apologize."

His eyes flash with desire, and it causes a pulsing at my core. God, I love it when his Dom side comes out. He has tried to keep it toned down so far, just because of everything that happened with my last Dom and because I’m still healing. But I’m feeling great tonight, and I think it’s time to push his buttons. I stare up into those deep brown eyes, then shoot him my devil glare and slowly roll my eyes again. Tempting his inner beast to come out and play. I go up on my tiptoes, nuzzling my lips against his ear.

“Make. Me.” Those two words are his undoing.

"Oh, you are going to regret that, Mi Amor." He releases me only to pick me up and sling me over his shoulder. He walks us back toward the restaurant to hopefully find us a cab.

"Damnit, Lucian, put me down!" I smack him on the back and flail, trying to break out of his grasp. This only earns me a sharp slap on my ass.

I yelp and fall even further over his shoulder. Blood is slowly going to my head. He has his hand firmly on my ass, massaging where he just spanked. This dress is not meant for this kind of thing, and I didn’t put on another thong before we left.

"Are you going to be a good girl and apologize for being a brat? Or are you wanting to be punished?" I take too long to answer and am met with another sharp slap on my ass, lower this time, just above where my thigh meets my ass. That stung. This dress doesn't provide padding between my ass and his slaps.

"Option 2?" I ask more than answer. No confidence at all.

"Are you asking me or telling me, Cassie?" He has moved his hand from my ass to my thigh, gripping it tight while I’m still hanging upside down over his shoulder.

"Telling," I say. I’m rewarded with his other hand gliding under the hem of the mini dress, gently caressing against my nearly exposed pussy.

"Lucian,” I squeak. “Stop. Someone’s going to see. I don’t want to go to jail for indecent exposure."

"Well, we can’t have that now, can we? I’m the only one who can put you in handcuffs." He sets me down in front of him and kisses me on my forehead. My entire body feels like it has been set aflame. My core pulses, and moisture starts to slick my inner thighs. Fuck. I need him now. I look over to see we are in front of Vixens.

"What are we doing here?" I ask.

"Well, I had to get you something for your birthday." He loops his arm in mine and pulls me inside. The bouncer checks our ID's then hands Lucian a black and gold card.

"Let’s go, Mi Amor. Time to correct your bratty behavior." He winks as he pulls me along to the elevator. We are heading to the upper levels like the night he and Jayme won me. My heart is skipping beats.