50. Natural Twenty #5
“Good boy. Keep your mouth exactly there.”
My eyes close.
“Look at me.”
I open them.
His gaze is waiting.
Holy shit.
I start to move on my own.
He stops me.
“Let me move, not you.” It’s an order.
I don’t know if he’s waiting for a response, but I click once anyway.
He holds my hair and moves both himself and my head.
Fuck this is hot.
He stops me.
Starts me.
Stops me again.
He is edging himself on my fucking mouth.
Edge after edge.
His.
Mine somehow too.
I don't know how he's still running the room.
Maybe he's not human.
There are still things happening above me.
On the table.
Maybe he is literally an ancient Dungeon Master demon.
Cami whispers something above the table.
Ronan answers her without looking away from me.
Then his jaw tightens.
My hands are still on my thighs.
I haven't touched him once.
Not except with my mouth.
Because he hasn't permitted it.
The realization hits me like another drug.
He trusts me enough to be here.
I trust him enough to stay exactly where he put me.
His breath catches.
“Dex.”
Just my name.
Different.
I know.
His eyes narrow. “Suck.”
Fuck.
I suck in rhythm with his movements.
My own erotic pacifier.
Soon, he is fucking my mouth even harder.
His head tips back.
Finally.
Finally a crack.
His fingers tighten.
“Don't move.”
I hold still with him deep in my mouth.
His hips tense.
Then his voice drops into that precise filthy register that destroys everyone around him.
“You've wanted my cock in your mouth for years. You're going to take it while I come.”
My entire body shudders.
One click.
“Good boy.”
Then he comes.
His hand tightens in my hair more.
His control finally breaks enough that I hear it in the sound he makes.
I swallow.
Every bit.
Because privilege is apparently a kink now.
When it's over, I pull back slowly.
Ronan breathes.
Actually breathes.
His hand stays in my hair for several seconds.
Then his thumb strokes the side of my head.
“Amazingly good, Dex. You did good.”
I may never recover.
He tucks himself away.
Zips.
Buttons.
Rebuckles his belt.
All while I kneel under the table.
Because even post-orgasm he is somehow still Ronan.
Then he says, “You can come out now.”
I crawl backward.
The room looks like an apocalypse.
A sexy apocalypse.
Cami is sprawled naked across the table, flushed and wrecked.
Griffin is beside her, one hand stroking her leg.
Micah is leaning against the table like standing has become optional.
Ronan?
Ronan looks almost completely normal.
Asshole.
I sit back in my chair.
Every eye in the room turns toward me.
Cami grins. “How was your side quest?”
I look at Ronan.
Then her. “Religious.”
Micah laughs.
Griffin shakes his head.
Ronan starts collecting dice.
I stare. “Excuse me.”
He looks up. “What?”
“I have not come.”
“I know.”
“You ended combat.”
“I did not.”
He sets one die in front of me.
Oh.
Oh no.
Then he sets two more on the table.
Or yes.
Definitely yes.
Ronan is back in full DM voice. “Cameron. Micah.”
Both of them straighten.
“Roll.”
Cami blinks. “For what?”
Ronan's gaze lands on me.
“To determine who takes care of Dex.”
My cock jumps so hard it practically votes.
I grip the table. “This is the greatest campaign ever written.”
They roll simultaneously.
Cami gets thirteen.
Micah gets eighteen.
I point at him. “FIANCé BUFF.”
Micah smiles.
Cami pouts.
Ronan looks at Micah. “Your choice of method. Dex may not touch himself or you.”
Micah comes around the table.
Slow.
Naked.
Still flushed from everything that just happened.
My fiancé.
Fuck me.
He stops behind my chair.
His hands settle on my shoulders.
Then he leans down until his mouth is against my ear.
“You were a very good boy.”
My eyes close.
Ronan puts a bead on the table.
I crack one eye open. “Did you just give him inspiration? Combat is over.”
“Apparently not.”
“This is corruption.”
Micah kisses my neck.
Then slides one hand down my chest.
Cami climbs off the table.
Her legs wobble slightly.
Griffin catches her.
She laughs.
Then she moves toward me too.
“Wait.” I look at Ronan.
He looks back.
“Micah won.”
“Yes.”
“So why is Cami approaching?”
Ronan, conceding without argument, says, “Assistance is permitted.”
I slap the table. “THIS GAME HAS PARTY ACTIONS.”
Cami laughs and drops to her knees between mine.
Oh.
Okay.
No more jokes.
Micah tilts my head back against his shoulder.
Cami wraps her hand around my cock.
I moan.
Ronan says, “Hands off both of them, Dex.”
I grip the sides of the chair.
Cami looks up at me.
Big brown eyes.
Mouth already smiling. “Hi.”
“Please.”
She licks me.
Slow.
Micah kisses my throat.
His hand slides over my chest.
Cami takes me into her mouth.
My hips jerk.
Micah's hands clamp down. “Still.”
Fuck.
“Sorry.”
“Good boy.”
Cami takes me deeper.
My brain disintegrates.
Somewhere to my right, Griffin sits in his chair again with Cami's discarded sweater across his lap.
Ronan is watching the three of us.
I look at him.
He raises an eyebrow.
“Don't even fucking think about denying me again.”
His mouth curves. “Constitution save.”
I almost cry. “You are evil.”
“Roll.”
Cami pulls off long enough to laugh.
I grab the d20 with a shaking hand.
Roll.
Two.
The room explodes.
“No.”
Micah is laughing against my neck.
Cami nearly falls over.
Griffin puts his face in his hands.
Ronan looks delighted.
I point at him. “No.”
“Failure.”
“You already came.”
“That is irrelevant.”
“You have post-nut tyranny.”
Micah kisses my cheek. “Dex.”
“What?”
“Behave.”
I look at Ronan.
He waits.
I exhale. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.”
Then Ronan glances at Cami. “Continue.”
Thank fuck.
Cami takes me back into her mouth.
Micah's hand moves lower, wraps around the base of me when Cami pulls back, coordinating with her without speaking.
Fuuuuuck.
My whole body goes tight. “Ronan.”
“What?”
“Please.”
He looks at me.
Long enough that I almost lose my mind.
Finally he says, “You may come.”
I do.
Instantly.
No dignity.
No restraint.
Nothing.
My head drops back against Micah.
Cami keeps her mouth on me.
Micah keeps his hand steady.
Everything goes white.
I hear myself swear.
Hear Cami laugh softly around me.
Feel Micah kiss the side of my head.
When the world comes back, I am approximately ninety percent liquid.
Cami rests her cheek against my thigh.
Micah wraps both arms around me from behind.
I blink at Ronan. “You're a monster.”
He takes off his glasses.
Cleans them. “Successful encounter.”
I stare. “That is all you have to say?”
“No.”
He stands.
Walks toward the kitchen.
I look at the others. “What the fuck?”
Griffin shrugs.
Cami is too tired to move.
Micah kisses my shoulder.
Ronan returns carrying a reusable grocery bag.
I narrow my eyes. “What is that?”
“Aftercare.”
Oh.
Fuck me.
Apparently Ronan went shopping.
Of course he did.
Not generic snacks.
Specific ones.
Cami's favorite ice cream.
Micah's preferred chocolate thing from the bakery near his shop.
Griffin's stupid protein-heavy frozen yogurt that tastes like discipline.
My salted caramel ice cream.
Ronan has vanilla bean gelato because even his desserts have a dress code.
There are waters.
Electrolyte packets.
Warm washcloths.
Blankets.
Nobody makes a big deal about it.
Which somehow makes it worse.
Emotionally.
Cami ends up curled against Griffin in one chair, wearing his shirt because apparently clothing distribution follows marital law after combat.
Micah sits beside me with one leg pressed against mine.
I am wearing nothing except my engagement ring and a blanket around my waist.
Ronan has somehow restored his entire appearance to respectable librarian.
I resent him.
Cami reaches across the gap toward Micah.
He takes her hand.
She smiles.
Then Ronan leans over and kisses the top of her head.
Predictable.
Visible.
She tilts toward him.
Micah brushes his fingers through my hair.
I kiss his wrist.
Griffin feeds Cami a bite of ice cream.
She steals another.
Everything is soft now.
Not silent.
Never silent.
Not with me here.
But soft.
I look around the destroyed dining room.
Dice everywhere.
Cards.
Clothes.
The Wand of Resonant Invocation abandoned beside Cami's bra.
One of my socks hanging off a chair.
Ronan's DM screen still standing at the head of the table like none of this was unusual.
I take another bite of ice cream.
Then I ask the only important question left.
“So who won?”
Cami lifts her head.
Micah smiles.
Griffin groans.
Ronan takes a slow bite of gelato. “The Dungeon Master.”
I stare at him.
“You made yourself the final boss, you absolute motherfucker.”
Ronan's mouth curves.
“You survived.”
I look around the table.
At my fiancé.
My girlfriend.
Her husband.
Dungeon Daddy himself.
At the dice that started all of this years ago.
Then I raise my spoon toward Ronan. “Best fucking campaign ever.”
He inclines his head. “I'll take that under advisement.”