Prologue
The lights are dim. There were only a few drunken patrons scattered around the dimly lit tavern. I notice the last of the group of rowdy bards are finally making their exit. Now, there was just us. As I sit across from him while he cleans up the bar, I cannot help but wonder what he would be like in bed. I mean, of course, I have heard the rumors about dragonborns. Their arcane energy is legendary. Their passion in bed is unmatched, and damn, he is good-looking. He is tall, making me feel like a dwarf next to him. His dark red to black ombré scales glisten in the lantern light. His eyes are like piercing daggers, locked on me right now.
The heat in his eyes is making my core pulse. I can already feel the moisture pooling between my thighs. Oh, what would I do to him behind closed doors? Fuck, I’d do it on this bar right now if I could. Rip his shirt off and lick all the way from his sculpted jaw down to his... ugh, this kind of attraction is forbidden in society. A Dragonborn can’t be seen with a Tiefling. It’s unheard of, but hey, no one has to see us together, right? It would be just one night. Ok, it's time to just go for it. I lock my eyes on him. I can’t help but bite my bottom lip and then watch as his tongue grazes his. I lean across the wooden bar top to grab him by the neck and....
The D20 drops from my hand, stopping on a 4. A fucking 4.
“Your character's foot slips off the barstool crossbar, and instead of grabbing the dragonborns neck, you proceed to fall flat on your face. Bouncing your head off the bar. The barkeeplooks at you with annoyance, mutters “clumsy teiflings” and walks away. “Lucian, our dungeon master, and my best friend since childhood can’t even begin to contain his laughter. The other adventurers in my party are also in a fit of laughter. Well, that ends my turn.
I usually don't go for a fantasy fuck in our D&D campaigns, but I don’t know; lately, I’ve just wanted to change up how my character behaves. I'm sick of always being the lawful good or lawful neutral character. I want to be bad. Ok, not a murder hobo style, but just something fun, sexy, and spontaneous. Looking up from my character sheet, I notice Lucian staring at me. Not only that, but he is looking at me with a heated desire in his eyes. Maybe I’m reading too much into it. Ha! Perhaps I’ll try to roll the die and see if I fall face-first into this table if I try to grab him by the neck.
No, that could never happen. Lucian and I have been best friends since we were 9. He saved me from being bullied at school; the rest was history. But Lucian doesn’t look at me with desire, more like an annoying little sister. No, I’m just overthinking this.
1. Cassie
“Choke me harder." I moan as he slams into me. The headboard of my bed repeatedly slams into the wall with each thrust. If it dents the wall, it will be well worth the security deposit. This man is an animal. Sweat glistens down his body. His dark hair feels like silk as I run my fingers through it, trailing down his neck. He hisses as I mark his shoulder blade with my nails. His eyes are immensely dark, almost black. It feels like heaven with him deep inside me. He viciously bites down on my nipple, causing me to arch my body off the bed. My entire body is like a live wire sparking with heat. He trails his tongue across my chest, toying with each bite mark he has left. I am close; I can feel it. The orgasm is threatening to crash over any second. He tightens his grip on my throat, completely taking away my ability to breathe. I clutch onto his shoulders as I feel the orgasmic wave cresting. He presses me hard into the mattress as I scream his name...
FUCK!
My phone alarm screams at me from my nightstand. I fling my hand onto the screen to shut it up, smacking it a few times to punish it for waking me during that blissful dream. Everything feels stiff, so I try to stretch my body. My hands still have a vice grip on the blanket, causing some fingers to become numb. That was such a rude awakening. Just when I was about to finish, too. Dreams should not be allowed to feel that real. I am still dripping wet. Thank you, Mr. dream man.
Glancing over at my phone, I am entirely confused. 10 A.M? Why did I set my alarm again? I do not work today. Oh, shit! It is Tuesday! I nearly fell out of bed from the covers wrapped around me so chaotically. I need to get to the airport! Lucian is finally coming home. Lucian James Ryder has been my best friend for the last 15 years. When I was nine years old, my family uprooted our lives in Fairview and moved us down to Williamsburg, New York. We moved during the middle of the school year, so I had no friends and was very shy. One afternoon out on the playground, Matt Thompson, the school bully, came up to me and started pulling on my hair and calling me names. Lucian came out of nowhere and punched him right in the face. It knocked him right on his ass, and Matt never bothered me again. Lucian was my knight in shining armor, well, overalls, actually. We have been inseparable ever since, except now that he has been on the other side of the country.
He has been gone for just over nine months. The company he works for, West Enterprise, is one of the nation’s top security companies. He designed a new security system for them, so they flew him to their Santa Monica, California headquarters. They also gave him a huge promotion. He is one of the most brilliant people I have ever met and is finally with a company that values him. It feels so weird having been without him for so long, though. I mean, we texted almost every day and video chatted. We also would do Discord meetings with our friends Ash and Sunny for our virtual D&D sessions. He is an outstanding dungeon master. It will be great to have my nerd back home with me finally. I miss our pizza and movie nights. He truly is my best friend.
After I have detangled my body from the mass of blankets, I rush to my bathroom. Glancing in the mirror, I realize that I am a mess. I have bags under my eyes, my hair is frizzy and all over the place, and I still have leftover makeup on my face. I am farfrom ugly, but I am very plain. People have joked with me about it my entire life. I am entirely average; Hazel eyes, brown hair, 5 foot 5 inches. Lucian jokes that you couldn’t pick me out of a lineup of similar girls. Nothing stands out. Ninety percent of my wardrobe is the same shit I wore in high school. I still have my collection of band T-shirts, now they are next to my other nerdy graphic tees. I have a few pairs of jeans, but I pretty much live in leggings. But hidden in the back corner of my closet is my weekend attire. My weekend self is a whole other person.
Ok, snap out of it. It's time to get ready. His plane arrives in just under 3 hours, and it will take me at least an hour to get to the airport with this morning's traffic. I promised to be there on time so I can’t disappoint him. Punctuality and time management are not my strong suits. I quickly hop in the shower, with no time to finish what Mr. Dream Man started this morning. I must fly through washing my hair and shaving my legs. It’s a hot July day, and I am wearing shorts. My car doesn’t even have AC, so I’m already going to die.
I towel dry my hair, slap on some eyeliner and mascara, and throw on a pair of black jean shorts and one of my Avenged Sevenfold tees. Pair that with my black Converse, and I am ready to go. As I pass my dresser mirror, I give myself one last look over. Maybe I should start upgrading the rest of my wardrobe. I cannot rock the teenager look forever; I am turning twenty-five this year. Perhaps I will see if Ash wants to go shopping sometime next week. I am sure she would love to be my personal stylist.
Ashley Kross is another one of our friends from our D&D group. She is everything I am not. She is very tall, standing around 5 foot 9 inches. She has jet-black hair with streaks of whatever color is that week’s favorite. I swear that girl changes hair colors more than anyone I know. She is covered in various tattoos and has multiple piercings between her ears, nose, andlips. She has been begging me to let her change up my style or “spice up my life,” as she calls it. Oh, if she only knew about my weekends. But I guess it would not hurt to change out a few items to make my day-to-day self look more extraordinary than just ordinary.
As I go down the hall to the front room, I snatch up my purse and keys. Glancing at the clock on the stove, I feel relieved. I can make it to the airport and might even have a few minutes to spare. Today needs to be kept on a schedule because I have so much planned for his first day back! I ecstatically bound down the four flights of stairs in my apartment building. I did not want to wait for the elevator. I might even have time to stop for coffee at this pace.
2. Lucian
Earlier That Morning
If I don’t make this flight, I will lose my mind. Last night was fun, but I need to make sure I stick to my rule about no one sleeping over. That doesn’t matter now that I am going back home—time to go back to my boring life in New York. Nothing will ever beat the Santa Monica nightlife, especially at FoxDen. When I moved here, my boss Enzo West introduced me to his son Jayme. At first, I felt so out of my element over here, but Jayme opened me up to an entire world I didn’t even believe existed. The night Jayme first brought me to FoxDen, I thought it was just a typical run-of-the-mill night club. Damn, was I wrong. Sure, the main floor of the club looks like a typical nightclub. It has dancing, drinking, and even a DJ on some nights. But the clientele is not your ordinary dance club patrons. No, this is a kink club.
Everywhere you look, you will find something new. Most people there barely have enough fabric to be considered clothes. The servers are scantily dressed in all lace and leather. You have Dom’s with their subs, masters leading their pets on leashes, women and men practicing Shibari. There are private booths with curtains for privacy and poles on the tables. All kinds of kinks are embraced here. No one looks at you like you are a freak. The best part is it is all consensual; everyone is clean because of mandatory testing every month, and everyone must sign an extremely strict NDA.
The upper levels of the club are for the different rooms. You have the second floor, which features the exhibitionist/voyeurism hall. Every room has glass that you can turn on the filter to make it one way or two ways from the inside. Being able to watch other people is a huge kink, same with being watched. Some of the girls I’ve been with have wanted to be watched. They were insanely freaky. One girl even wanted me to fuck her up against the glass.
The third floor is for private suites. These are like hotel rooms on crack. You can get any toys or furniture you want. If you can think of it, I’m sure they have a room that has it. One of my favorite rooms has a St. Andrews Cross. It is basically just a giant X with four straps, one on each end. You can restrain your partner however you would like.
Then you have the fourth floor, which is an open playroom. It is a giant room with cushions and benches everywhere. Think of it as one giant orgy room. What is unique about it is the room is completely pitch black. There are a couple of bouncers in there that have night vision equipment in case anything gets out of hand, but other than that, it is a free-for-all. You must make sure you are ok with the possibility of interacting with both sexes at some point. I found this out one weekend when someone’s lips wrapped around my cock; then I felt the brush of his beard against my skin. But hey, it’s all fun at FoxDen, no one judges there.
As I rush to my terminal, I go to adjust my glasses and catch the faintest scent from my lovely companion last night. We also had a bit of fun this morning, hence running like a chicken with my head cut off through this airport. I was supposed to just have fun at the club but decided to bring her back to my rental. By the time we were done, it was around 1 a.m., and we both crashed on my bed. Hence the sleepover.
I find my seat and check my phone for any texts. Cassie wouldn’t be awake yet; it’s only 7:30 AM in New York right now. I love the girl, but she sucks at time management. The girl was even late to our graduation. She came running in as we were walking in and jumped in line behind me. Her time management skills are just about her only flaw. Well, other than her self-confidence. She’s smart and very pretty, but she thinks so lowly of herself and settles for shit guys. Maybe if she let go of her high school attire, and maybe came out of her shyness shell, she would feel better about herself. She needs to be more adventurous and less innocent. This girl still blushes if you make a sex joke around her.
My mind drifts as the plane leaves the ground. I wonder if New York has any clubs like FoxDen. I used to go to the club every weekend with Jayme, but I would be solo over here. It's not like I could talk to Cassie about these things. She wouldn’t ever be able to look at me the same if she found out about this side of me. We have always talked about everything together; nothing was off-limits. We told each other about our first kisses, the first time we each had sex, and all the breakups and flings. But this is something completely different, and I’m not sure she can handle it. From what she has told me, she is very vanilla.
Everyone thinks we have slept together because of how close we are. But no, she is like the little sister I never had, and we are just comfortable with each other. I'm not saying we didn’t test the waters when we were younger. Back in high school, we went to the homecoming dance and kissed during one of the slow songs. It just felt weird and awkward. So, we decided to stay friends—friends until the end.
Besides being back with my friends, one thing that will be nice about being back in New York is going back to our weekly in-person D&D sessions. I am our group’s designated dungeon master, and I started working on a new campaign involvinga mountain town where people have been going missing. I think maybe on Friday, I will have everyone over to start the campaign. They usually have characters ready for impromptu sessions.
