Roll For Initiative

75. Lucian

T hats it. I’m done. She wants this. I want this. I’ve been hesitant to not rush her healing, but I can’t hold back any longer. I need her! I want to be buried deep in her while she screams my name, erasing any memories of any other man from her entirely. She will be mine. Mind. Body. Soul. I want it all. When we were at the restaurant, I told Tim there was a chance we would stop by the club tonight. I asked if we could rent the same room from that night, and he was happy to oblige. It really does pay to know the owner.

As I pull her into the elevator, I can’t wait any longer. I press her hard against the wall, kissing every inch of exposed skin on her neck and chest. Her skin has a light sheen of sweat from her arousal. I lick from her cleavage, up her collarbone, to the spot just below her ear. Delicious. She truly is my own personal aphrodisiac. My ecstasy. I’m addicted to everything about this woman. Capturing her lips, I can feel the vibration of a moan against my mouth as she returns my kiss.

The elevator opens, and I pull away, rushing toward the room. Room 20. I bring us in and close the door behind us. She’s looking around at all the toys and devices in the room. Her eyes linger again on the St. Andrews cross and the throne from before. Her breathing increases. I spin her toward me.

"Baby, I know we talked about this before, but I need to know 100% that you are ready. I’m not going to hold back this time. I’ve been doing that long enough. You are so strong, and I want to test your limits. I want to push past them, bend them. And if you'll let me break them. I want to be the Dom you deserve. You will have a safe word, though, and I need you to promise me you will use it."

She looks at me like a deer in headlights and nods.

"Mi amor, use your words. Tell me what you want." I cup her chin and trace her bottom lip with my thumb.

She pauses for a moment.

"I want you. I don’t want you to hold back. Bend me, break me. It makes me forget everything else. I want you to use me. I want to please you in any way you want. If something is too much, I’ll say..." she pauses again, thinking of a word. "Bubble Gum." Ah, the same one she used before.

“Bubble Gum it is." She smiles up at me.

"Now, please tell me how I can please you, Sir."

I growl as I grip the back of her neck, tilting her head back so I can sink my teeth into the flesh on her shoulder. She moans and clutches my shirt. I lick a trail from the bite up the side of her neck to her ear. I nibble on her lobe as she presses her body against me.

"Such a good girl." I moan in her ear, and I can feel her knees starting to buckle.

I unzip her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her naked body is on full display now. I glance up and down her delicious frame, but when I get to her face, something is wrong. She won’t make eye contact with me. Her eyes are glued to the floor, and a single tear rolls down her cheek. I catch the tear with my thumb and wipe it away.

"Cassie, what is it?" I ask. Worried she is having second thoughts. She still won’t look at me.

"I hate what I look like now. All these scars will never go away. I can barely look in a mirror now without getting sick and crying. I don’t understand why you would still want me after all the damage he did." She sighs as more tears flow down her cheeks. I grab her face with both hands and lift it to meet mine.

“Mi amor. You exist in my life; why would I want anyone else? You are everything to me. You are a part of me. Without you, I wouldn’t survive. I don’t just want you; I need you. I crave you. And I will have you. All of you! Your laughs, Your smile, your joy. I want it all! Every scar, every blemish, every tear. Every God damn breath. Everything. I want it all! Now, do you understand?” I pull her into me, kissing her deeply and opening my soul to her.

I’m going to change every negative thing she feels about herself. As we are kissing, I back her up to my favorite device, the cross. The mental fantasy from that night on her couch comes rushing back. I break our kiss. Starting at her neck, I make sure to kiss every single mark that he left on her. I will claim all of it, make it mine, and replace the revulsion she feels when she looks at herself with pride. Each scar shows just how fucking powerful she is. She survived. I kiss her collarbone, multiple kisses on her arm as I lift it to secure it to the cross.

"Lucian." My name comes out barely a whisper.

"Shhh. Let me show you how beautiful and strong you are, mi amor. Your scars are symbolic. Never be ashamed or repulsed by them, my love. They show the world the hell you went through and still came out alive. And look how much you healed in these last few months. So, don’t you ever think I would look at this beautiful, powerful, and delicious body with anything other than love, admiration, and pride?" I kiss her deeply; I can taste her tears as they continue to flow. She is starting to understand.

I repeat the same steps on her right arm. Pausing at each scar, not missing a single one. I lock her right wrist and go back to kissing her lips. My fingers trailing down to her hips. She moans as my fingers dig into her soft, plump skin. I kiss down her jaw and give each breast its own attention. I circle her hard nipple with my tongue, then nip it with my teeth, turning her light pink nipples to red from my bites. After each breast, I move lower onto her stomach. I slowly kneel before her. Along with kisses, I trail my tongue across her belly and around her belly button. I nip the soft flesh on her hips.

When I get to her thighs, I can feel her whole body tense. Glancing up, shame and embarrassment are written across her face. Her inner thighs are one of the two most scarred areas on her body. I lock eyes with her as I part her legs. I keep her eyes focused on me as I show her how beautiful she is. Each kiss I plant on her inner thigh is accompanied by a bite or lick. I want her to only think of me when she looks at them. I want her to have my kisses and nibbles engraved into her mind, removing the pain he caused. She starts to break eye contact as I move lower down her thigh, so I give her a sharp bite just above her clit.

"Eyes on me, Mi Amor. You will watch me worship this body."

Her entire body shudders when I say that, and I feel her relaxing again. I reward her obedience by running my tongue against her, slowly dipping inside, all while keeping our eyes locked. She arches her body, thrusting against my tongue. I reach up and grasp her hips, pressing her firmly against the cross. She understands and doesn’t move again.

"Good girl."