Roll For Initiative

76. Cassie

I haven’t been able to look at my body in weeks without crying. The amount of scars embedded into my skin is endless. Every single inch of my body was harmed in some way by Theo. I’ve been trying a lot of different oils and creams to try to lighten the scars, but it has hardly worked.

It’s mesmerizing looking down at Lucian as he is worshiping my body. He is biting and kissing each scar to replace the fear and disgust that I feel with pure love and desire. I’ll feel his lips on each scar every time I look at them. He is right, though; as much as I hate them, they do prove my power. He is helping me see that. But right now, the only thing I am seeing is stars. This man is skilled. I want to arch my back again, but I also want his praise.

I’m a bit nervous. We haven’t gone all the way yet. He has been too cautious with my healing. Which I appreciate, but damn this has been a rough few weeks. I can tell it’s been hard holding back for him, too; that's why I will give him everything tonight. He wants my mind, body, and soul. He will have it. I will be the submissive he has craved, and he will be the Dom I deserve and desire.

He stands up to remove his belt.

Slowly pulling it through each loop.

Agonizingly slow.

He takes his time undoing each individual button on his shirt, all while keeping his eyes locked on mine.

He slides off his shirt, tossing it onto the throne.

When he starts unbuttoning his pants, I can’t help but lick my lips.

The wait is killing me.

He frees his cock as his pants and boxers fall to the floor, slowly giving it a few strokes as he looks over my entire body.

I want him so bad.

I bite onto my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning at the sight.

He sees and reaches forward, grabbing my chin.

He brings his lips to mine, caressing my bottom lip with his tongue before biting down.

I moan from the sting of his bite. Fuck. The sensations running throughout my entire body are almost too much.

He breaks our kiss and walks over to the wall, touching the different floggers and whips slowly. He watches my reaction to each one. His hand crosses the cat o nine tails, and I can feel my pulse quicken. That one has always been my favorite.

"Is this the one you want?" He asks. Picking it up and running it through his hand.

"Yes." I whimper.

"Yes. What." He growls, cracking the whip against the throne seat.

"Yes, Sir." I stutter. He stalks back over to me.

"Repeat your safe word."

"Bubble Gum, Sir."

"Good girl. Now. I’m going to give you 5 to start. I want you to count them out for me. If you don’t count out loud, we restart back at 1. Understood?" His dominating demeanor and voice has me trembling.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Let’s begin." He strikes out with the first lashing. When the knotted cords strike against the flesh on my abdomen, it feels like ice-cold water being splashed across my entire body. It awakens my inner demons, and they are demanding more.

"One," I rasp. My breath already coming out in pants.

He pauses a moment, looking over my face. I can tell he is still worried he is going to push too far too fast. But I need him not to hold back.

"Please, Sir. I need more." I whimper.

A spark flashes in his eyes. His inner demons coming out to meet mine. The 2nd strike hits across my thighs.

"Two." I stutter.

"Open your legs wider." He demands. He kneels to attach each ankle restrain. I am fully at his mercy now.

*Crack*

A 3rd strike, again against my thighs, but one of the cords lands across my core. It sends shocks up my spine.

"Three." I cry out. I can feel the wetness beginning to leak down my legs.

*Crack*

The 4th hits across both of my tits. The cords gnashing against my nipples.

"Fff...four" fuck I can’t breathe.

He waits. Building anticipation. Making sure I don’t want this to stop.

*Crack*

The last one is aimed directly at my core. The knotted cords stinging across my inner thighs and my soaked pussy.

"Five."

I let out a shuttering exhale. I did it! I’m crying. Not from the pain, but from the euphoric release of all the pain that has been built up inside me these past weeks. I needed this more than anyone can understand. He puts the whip down to cup my face in his strong hands. He kisses my cheeks and tastes my tears. He gets me.

"You did so good, mi amor. My amazing, beautiful woman. God, I love you so much!"

He bites onto my lower lip before he caresses it with his tongue. He drags his tongue lower, running it across each red mark from the whip. Sparks are running along my skin.

"You are stunning. The marks I’ve made only heighten your beauty and power. You, Cassie, are a fucking Goddess." He continues his assault on my body, licking every whip mark before kneeling below me again. He unhooks my ankle restraints.

He lifts each of my legs over his shoulders, his head diving between my thighs. He looks up at me, tongue circling my clit. He pauses.

"You know. This is exactly what I was thinking about that night."

"What night?" I ask. There’s been a lot of nights so I’m unsure which he is talking about.

"The one where you watched me while I was on your couch. That was the same night I found out you were just like me. Tell me Cassie, did you go back to your room, or did you stay and watch?" he asks as he kisses my inner thigh before biting.

"Fuck!" I hiss. "I... I stayed and watched. I tried to walk away, but I couldn’t. I was drawn to you. I wanted to watch you touch yourself. It was hot."

"Ahh, so my girl is into a little voyeurism." He says between licks.

A blush creeps down my entire body. I didn’t think about it that way. He is feasting on me, savoring each drop. I can barely get words out.

"Tell me, mi amor, did you also touch yourself?"

My breath catches as he bites my clit after I don’t answer right away.

"Yes! Yes, I touched myself." I squeak out. The amount of pleasure and pain swirling around my body is causing me to be lightheaded.

"Mmmm," he growls into my core, sending vibrations against my most sensitive spot. My toes curl, and my eyes roll back. Fuck I’m close.

"What were you thinking about Cassie? Tell me. What was your dirty little mind fantasizing about as you touched this sweet pussy. Watching me while I was thinking about you. I thought about this exact scenario. That's why I brought you here tonight. I needed that fantasy to be real. So tell me, what were you fantasizing about?"

He goes back to eating me out, slipping two fingers inside and curling against that spot that makes my body come undone. How the hell am I supposed to speak words, let alone articulate sentences, at a time like this?

"I..." I can’t breathe. "I was picturing being on top. Riding your cock. When you were thrusting into your hand, I was picturing you thrusting into me."

"Oh yes, Cassie. Then what." His voice comes out as a deep growl.

"I watched you. I wanted you inside me. I want you. Now. Please, Sir. I need you inside me now."

That does it. He sets my legs back onto the floor and quickly undoes the wrist restraints. He pulls me toward him, gripping under my thighs to wrap my legs around him. I grind my slickness against his hard cock, moaning as I bury my face in his neck. He grips the nape of my neck, tilting my face to kiss me. He backs us up to the bed, never breaking apart our lips. We are suffocating each other. He lays on the bed with me straddling on top of him. His fingers caress the red welts across my body. They sting, but it only adds to the pleasure.

"Use your words. Tell me what you want. I give up my control at this moment so you can reclaim what was taken from you. Your fears, pain, tears. You give that all to me tonight. We are moving past what happened, and you will be free from the nightmares soon, I promise you. Even if I have to fight your inner demons with mine, and trust me, mine will win." He winks. I can’t help but smile.

"I want to ride you. I want to feel your cock so deep inside me that I won’t be able to walk right tomorrow. I want to ride you until I drench you, then I want you to cum deep inside me, claiming me as yours."

"Oh, mi amor. You are so perfect for me—my better half. Ride me then. Ride my cock and scream my name so the whole club will know who owns this body." He grips my hips, grinding my wet slit against his hard cock. A shudder rips through my body.

"Not just my body." I lean down and kiss him. "My body.” * Kiss *. “My mind.” * Kiss * “And my soul." His lips tip up into a smile as I reach between us, line him up, and then sink down, feeling him deep inside me. Our bodies and souls are becoming one.

"Fuck" He growls. "God, you are perfect. You truly are my other half."