“Cassie, are you ok? How bad are you hurt?” I attempt to help her up, but her eyes are glued on my groin. Her lips are parted, forming a slight O shape. She clears her throat and stammers.
“Yes, no. Shit. No, it hurts bad. Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I mean, we just passed out; it’s not like we did anything.” She is spazzing out. I grab her by her good shoulder to hold her in place and hopefully calm her down.
“Cass, relax. It’s fine.” She tries to move away from me on her butt using one hand, so I kneel between her legs and grab both of her thighs, pinning her in place. Then I grasp her chin to make her look at me. She leans into my touch. “Hold still. I need to check your shoulder.”
I stand and walk behind her, pulling up the back of her shirt to get a better look at it, careful not to expose her chest. It’s bad. It is already bruising, and when I graze it with my fingertips, she hisses through clenched teeth.
“Shit, it is already bruised; we need to go to the ER and make sure it isn’t worse than a bad bruise. Can you move it?” She tries to lift her arm, but she barely raises it before crying out and clutching the arm against her. I’ll take that as a no. “Ok, let’s get dressed, and I’ll drive you.”
“Thanks. Fuck I hate that coffee table, but my mother insisted on it because it gave the room a “Classy look.” Fuck her and her internet knowledge of interior decorating. That thing could have killed me if I hit my head. I am getting a new one.” She’s not wrong, that thing is dangerous. It’s cut from solid stone with hard edges. Her mom’s taste in stuff is so weird. She has always tried to force Cassie to behave like a Debutant, but Cass was never about that lifestyle.
I grab her by the waist and help lift her to her feet. She can’t look me in the eyes, her face is bright red from embarrassment. We walk to her bedroom in silence. I guess waking up holding my dick wasn’t the best wake-up call for her. She sits on the edgeof her bed in front of her dresser and starts to grab out clothes. I take this as my cue to leave.
“Lucian...” Her voice trails off, sounding cracked and depressed. “I don’t think I can get dressed by myself. I can barely lift this arm without feeling like I’m going to throw up from the pain. I know it’s asking a lot, but would you be able to help me?”
“Of course, Cass. What else do you need? Pants?”
“Leggings, please. And just a zip-up will be fine. Thank you. Um, and if possible, can you please not look? This day has already almost killed me from embarrassment; I don’t need it to get even more awkward.” She looks down at the floor, defeated.
“Stop stressing. I promise I won’t look.” I close my eyes after I grab the hem of her shirt. Trying to get it off of her without looking and trying not to cause any more pain is almost impossible. “Here, lay back.” I grab her shorts and slowly slide them and her thong down. My hands brush against her bare skin. She lets out a small gasp. “Sorry,” I say.
“It’s OK, your hands are just freezing.” I guess she’s right; my fingertips feel like ice, probably because all the blood in my body is rushing to my groin. The thought of undressing her is getting me turned on. I’m unsuccessfully searching blindly for the clothes she pulled out, so I crack open one eye. She is looking the other way, trying to keep herself distracted, so I decide to break my promise. My eyes rake over her naked body. It is perfect. Smooth, pale skin that is soft as silk. Her breasts are the perfect size to fit in my hand. Her nipples are a dusty rose color, and they are hard, begging me to tease them with my tongue. I reach out mindlessly and almost touch her but quickly pull back. My eyes travel lower as I go to put the new thong on; I can tell she is aroused. Her folds have a sheen of wetness, and I’m close enough where I can smell her arousal. Fuck, I need to stop. I glance down, and there is a small spot of precum staining my boxers. Shit.
After the thong and leggings are on, I have her sit back up so I can help her with the tank top. This is going to be the most difficult. I’m blind again as I fumble with the fabric. She lets out a small whimper as I slip it around the bad arm. Once that is on, it is easier for me to stretch it to get her other arm in. Pulling it down, my hand grazes her hard nipple, and my cock twitches as she whimpers again. Despite the pain in her shoulder, she is just as turned on as I am right now.
I open my eyes to see her staring at the spot on my boxers. I quickly grab her socks and kneel to try and hide my boner. I pull her leg up to put her sock on and catch her looking down at me. She licks her lips. I can practically read her thoughts. Dirty girl likes me on my knees for her. I finish with her socks and run my hands up her calves, massaging as I go up. She breathes a sigh of relief, finally relaxing into my touch. I get to her thighs and slowly massage toward the inner thigh. What am I doing?
As my hands get closer to the apex of her thighs, I can tell I’ve crossed a line. She clears her throat and shifts her legs from my grasp.
“Thank you for helping me. Why don’t you get dressed? I’m just going to brush my teeth, and then I’ll be out.” she says as she walks toward her bathroom, leaving me still on my knees by her bed.
“Kay.” It’s all I can say right now. I wish she hadn’t gotten spooked by what I was doing. I know she was enjoying it. Why couldn’t we ignore that boundary of friendship we drew so long ago? I would have pulled back down her leggings and tasted her right then and there. She knew it, too. Her body was flushed, and she was panting. She wanted me just as much as I want her.
“Hey, do you know where my phone is?” she asks, bringing me back to now.
“Yeah, it is on the end table. You put it there last night when we got home.” I lie. I meant to put it back in her purse, but I forgot.
“Thanks.” She shuts her bathroom door, stamping the boundary back into place. There’s a line that we can’t cross. At the restaurant, I thought it was because I would ruin her, but after seeing our similar interests, I just want more now. I want to taste her, be inside her. Consume her from the inside out. I want her to be mine.
18. Cassie
If I had the ability to curl up into a ball of nothingness and disappear right now, I would. Thankfully, he didn’t bring up me feeling up his cock this morning. Good Lord! I was deep into another dream about that mystery man, and well, I guess my dream slipped into reality when I felt a warm body against me. I was so turned on, and so was Lucian. I wonder if it would have gone further had I not freaked out and possibly broken my shoulder. I am getting rid of that stupid coffee table as soon as possible.
When he was undressing me, I had to look away. It felt so taboo, and it was causing my entire body to react. My heart was racing. As much as I tried to keep it steady, my breathing kept coming in small pants. I could still see him in the TV's reflection, so I could see him break his promise. He waited until I was completely bare and then opened his eyes. I could see in the reflection the heated gaze as his eyes devoured every inch of my naked body. At one point, he looked like he was going to reach out and touch me but then pulled back. I could tell that I was wet, and he must have noticed when slipping the new thong and leggings on. He paused, looking at me like I was his next meal. Fuck I could have orgasmed from that look alone.
He has expert fingers, too. The way he was massaging my calves and thighs, it felt like every ounce of stress and pain was melting away. I could feel the heat of his touch through my leggings. I wanted more. I wanted him to rip my leggings off and destroy me right then and there, but then my brain took overand reminded me that this was Lucian. Nothing could happen between us. The aftermath would be nothing but awkwardness and regret. So here we are, driving to the nearest ER. My leggings are damp from arousal, my shoulder feels like I was hit by a truck, and my face is still flushed with embarrassment.
It needs to be Saturday, so I can see Theo. I need to be punished. I need to be broken down so these feelings for Lucian can be released. I need to completely let go, and that’s what Theo does for me. He is an amazing Dom, but now I’m not sure if I want more with him like I originally thought. Maybe having him as my Dom and boyfriend isn’t what I need. Maybe I just need to take a break from Vixens and give myself time to think.
After almost 6 hours, multiple tests, scans, and waiting around, they reveal it is just a deep hematoma. I’m discharged with a sling to keep me from overusing my shoulder, and a bottle of high dose pain medication. Fuck that. I’ll suffer through the pain if Tylenol doesn’t help. I don’t touch anything stronger. My mother is a high functioning pill addict, and I will never allow myself to go down that path. I called my work to let them know that I won’t be coming back for a while and that I had a doctor note. My boss was pissed and was screaming at me about how short staffed we are, how I already was on vacation, who would pick up my slack, and how I was fucking them over. The nurse overheard and decided I would now need an extra week to heal because fuck them. So, guess who doesn’t have to work for 3 weeks, this gal right here.
Once we are in my car heading home, I decide it is time to apologize for the last 24 hours.
“Thanks for taking me to the ER. And for last night. Thanks for not letting me drown in a puddle of my own vomit.” I laugh, but I’m dead serious. “Sorry you had to see me like that. I don’t normally drink that much. And um... Sorry about this morning.” My face is pure crimson.
“It’s not a problem Cass. I told you I would always be there for you.” He puts his hand on my thigh. “For whatever you need. I’ll take care of you. Plus, you would have done the same for me.” He gives my thigh a little squeeze and goes back to focusing on the road, his hand remaining on my thigh. O.k. don’t read into what he just said. He did not subtly hint that he would take care of me sexually... did he?
“Ah, so you would have wanted a bubble bath as well?” I joke.
