Saving Throw

Two.

Fucking two.

That’s what Emma had lost by.

I sagged back into my chair as I heard Owen let out a war-whoop. His eyes sparkled in lustful glee. “Oh man. When I am done with you, you’re gonna—”

“So close, yet so far…” Emma said with perfect composure. Leaning forward, she slid the condom back to her and made a show of putting it back in her purse. Owen wasn’t the only one stunned. Seeing us all looking at her, she frowned. “What? He lost.”

“You blind? I clearly rolled higher—”

“You dumb?” she shot back. “Or can you not do basic addition? It’s a saving throw. I add my charisma bonus to it.”

“I have a bonus too!” he began, digging at his character sheet.

“Yep. You have plus one. I have plus three. We rolled equal, meaning I made the save.” She paused for just long enough for it to really sink in. “Sorry, but it looks like you are going to have to retire to your room. Alone.”

The look on Owen’s face was priceless, though it seemed like it was looking in a mirror. I’m sure that I looked a lot like that more often than I was comfortable admitting from all those times Emma had pulled a fast one on me.

I sagged back into my chair. Holy shit. That had been close.

Too close.

My hand still felt a bit shaky.

“Well,” Emma said, breaking the uneasy silence as she stood. “It was fun gentlemen. See you next weekend?” From the brightness in her voice and smile, it was like nothing had even happened. She made it two steps before Owen called out to her.

“Wait!” She sighed and turned back around.

“Yes?”

“A blowjob then.”

“Owen, give it—”

“Shut it, Mike. Just because you don’t have the balls to ask her doesn’t mean _I _don’t.” He grabbed his d20 again. “You were willing to bend over and take it, a blowjob should be no issue for—”

“That’s enough,” I said, standing up. “This isn’t a—”

“Fucking hell, dude. How many times has she sucked you off? Stop being a faggot and let me have my turn.”

“Owen, stop,” Ben said, standing up. “You had your chance. You agreed, win or lose that was your one shot.”

Holy shit. Thank you, Ben. Sorry I ever doubted—

“It’s my turn to roll.” Seeing us all staring at him, he looked confused. “What? Weren’t we all getting a chance?”

“Out.”

“Huh?”

“All of you. Out.” My voice was low, body quivering. “What are you waiting for? Leave. Now,” I growled as I chucked a handful of dice at Owen.

Owen cussed all the way to the stairs, Ben giving me an angry glare as he followed. Trent had been the first to leave, bouncing before I even told them to leave. Mike lingered long enough for my rage to slightly subside. Meeting my eye, he gave me a curt nod of approval. I returned it with a tired wave. Emma was following Mike out when I called out.

“Emma, wait.”

Mike paused, saying something to Emma. She gave him a smile, resting a hand on his arm as she responded. He continued on as she walked back over to me.

“What was that?” She said nothing, staring at me with a blank look. “Were you actually going to let him fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Jesus. Why?”

“Why not?” Before I could say anything, she pressed on, emotion slipping into her voice. “Was this really the better outcome? These were your friends, Isaac, and I ruined it.” There were tears in her eyes. “I enjoyed this Isaac. Every week, I look forward to this. Yes, your friends are crude and I enjoyed our after-session fun, but this,” she said with a gesture to the table. “I enjoyed. So yes, Isaac, I would have fucked him. I would have fucked each and every one of them if it meant this continued. After so many others, what’s another cock or four? Should I have taken pictures of it or something?”

I knew she regretted it the moment she said it. I could see it all over her face.

“I didn’t mean—”

“It’s true that I enjoy seeing you with other men,” I said in a voice that came close to a growl. “But someone like Ben? Like Owen? After all they have said to you? No. I won’t allow it.”

That’s when I saw it. A flip had been switched in her. The low-level anger that had been bubbling in her evaporated. Another Emma stood before me. Her. But it was different. Something about how she stood there was off.

“Are you telling me you have the right to dictate who I sleep with?”

I felt that familiar tingle up my back. The creeping sensation that I was no longer in control. Was she seriously turning this into a thing?

I fought against the reaction inside me. “Yes.”

The spark. It was there in her eyes. Something had caught in her mind and was burning out of control. Dropping her purse, her hips had a seductive sway as she closed the distance between us. She was looking up at me, but I felt small compared to the being of pure confidence before me.

A single finger against my chest had me stumbling back in my chair. If I had been small before, staring up at her now made me feel insignificant.

I didn’t look up at her, still angry. Angry of what she had been willing to do. What they tried to make her do. Angry that she wasn’t angry.

She stood in front of me, but I refused to look up at her. Looking up at her would require me to let go of my anger. Righteous anger.

All I saw were Emma’s legs. The pretty skirt that fit nicely between too short and appropriate. The expensive-looking shirt that gave her that sharp, sophisticated look—and the fine swell of her breasts. The smug smile that graced those kissable lips with a look of victory. Those wonderful blue—

Mother fucker.

Without a word, she moved to the chair and mounted me. How long had it been since we were like this? I forgot how intense those eyes could be. How the scent of her clouded my mind. The heat of her body making my—

“Tell me, Isaac. Explain to me. Why can you dictate who I can and can not fuck.” There was a sickening sweetness to her voice. A tilt to her head hinted at a genuine curiosity.

“I—” My words failed as I felt her fingers brush against my chest. Taking a few quick breaths, I pushed forward. “I like you.” It was a pathetic non-answer. Fodder for her to use against me.

“Aw, that’s sweet. But in case you’ve forgotten, we aren’t dating. You have no claim over me.” Her voice lowered, face inches from mine. I felt her breath against my chin as she stared into my eyes. Each word was spoken slowly. A crawling drumbeat to hammer each and every word into my psyche. “I. Can. Fuck. Whoever. I. Want.”

Her eyes dared me to say otherwise. A challenge she relished to crush.

“No,” I whispered.

“What was that?”

“No,” I said louder.

She laughed in disbelief. Her body shifted atop me, my erection uncomfortably crushed beneath her weight. I found what was different. Beyond the mood she set, this was so physical. Her hands were everywhere. Caressing me. Prodding me. Teasing me and refusing to give me satisfaction.

“Look at you, Isaac. Finally growing a spine! We’ll make a man out of you yet,” she said with a teasing giggle. “Fine. Fine. Let’s play along with this… fantasy of yours.” Leaning forward, her mouth pressed against my ear. “My body is yours to command.”

Sitting back, she had a hold of my hands. Her eyes never left mine as she moved them along her body. She pressed them against her legs, running them slowly along her smooth skin until I was at her skirt. From there, she **** them against her stomach. Up to her breasts. She paused there, letting me get a feel for those glorious—

It ended too soon. Far too soon as she placed them against her hips.

“Who?”

A simple question with the weight of a mountain.

“What?”

“You told me you have control of who I’m going to sleep with. Well? Who is it? Who is going to have this slutty body of mine?” Her breathing was harder as I saw the wildness caged inside her. It raged, struggling against the bars she held it in. “I want to know, Isaac. Who is the man who will slide himself into me? What is the name I will moan, over and over as he pleasures me? Who I will wrap my legs around, holding him against me as we reach the pinnacle of bliss?”

It felt like my throat was swollen closed. No words would escape. I was so hard right now. The way she continuously touched me, pawed me, it was sending all sorts of signals to my brain. The slight rocking she was doing with her hips, grinding against my erection in agonizingly slow movements wasn’t helping either.

A crack in her cage.

“Owen?”

The single name ignited a firestorm inside me. It burned away inside me as the anger and tension swirled together.

“Fuck that shit.” That certainly got her attention, fear creeping into her eyes. “I’m serious, Emma. If you fuck him, we’re done. That is a line I will not cross.” I’ve never felt such anger before and the more I focused on it, the more clear it became. “If you want to fuck guys who will treat you like that, I want nothing to do with it. You deserve better than that.”

There was a long silence as we stared at each other.

The fear was fading, but there was a caution in her expression. “What do I deserve?” she breathed. I saw it in her eyes. That hunger for excitement. Yet it was tempered by her other emotions. Caged hunger. That was new.

My anger was fading as my body picked up on her signals and reacted accordingly.

“Someone who appreciates you,” I said, matching the volume of her voice. My eyes slid from her face. Hands, which had been gripping the arms of my chair, moved to rest against her hips. “Someone who knows how to pleasure you as much as you pleasure them. Someone you can fully enjoy.”

Leaning forward, her forehead pressed against mine. God, she smelled divine. “That does sound good.” Her smile widened. “Have someone in mind?” Before I could answer, she kissed me. It was so sudden, my world spun.

Breaking the kiss, she remained closer than ever.

“Emma…” I moaned. She was grinding on my stiffening cock and it was driving me crazy.

“Please, Isaac,” she gasped. I couldn’t get enough of what I was seeing. Instead of the normal cold and calculating Emma, I was seeing something completely new. Raw lust and arousal were bright as day. “Tell me—Tell me the man you want me to fuck. I’ll do it,” she continued, breathing hard. “I’ll fuck him—for you, Isaac. Only for you.”

I grasped for a name. It was so hard to think with her grinding herself against me. With her looking at me like she was. All these sights, smells, touches were overloading me.

“Mike,” I gasped as she circled her hips, grinding my cock against her with just enough **** to avoid it being painful.

Wait. Had I really just—

There was a brief moment of shock, but she kept the momentum. “B-but… Isn’t he your friend?” I groaned. Damn vixen was grinding faster. “You really want me to fuck your best friend, Isaac?”

I managed a nod, closing my eyes as I lost control of the monster inside me. This was my limit at the moment. Fucking Christ. She was going to make me cum just like this and we were barely doing anything. Maybe I should be dreading having actual sex with her if she could do this to me with fucking clothes on.

“Does that mean… you don’t appreciate me?” My eyes shot open. “You don’t know… how to pleasure me?” Her voice dropped lower. I could barely hear her. “You think I don’t enjoy myself when I’m with you?”

“I—”

“You like me,” she whimpered. “You said you liked me.” Were those tears? Holy fuck. She had a future in Hollywood. “You said you liked me! Why are you telling me to fuck your friend when we haven’t even—”

“Emma,” I groaned.

Those tear-filled eyes looked into mine and I found I had no idea what to say.

“Choose, Isaac. You or Mike?”

All thoughts about earlier fell away. The only thing that mattered was here in the moment. Staring into her eyes, I knew I could claim her myself. It was the clearest it had ever been. All the teasing before, all the times she had offered herself, the times we had gotten close before, she had always kept herself at arm's length. Not tonight. This was the first time I could feel her acceptance.

It was tempting. So. Damn. Tempting. I wanted her so badly, and she relished that want. I still didn’t think she wanted me, not like I wanted her. But it wasn’t like when I had her on the bed. Her desire was rooted in my desire.

And that’s what sealed it for me. I would respect her wishes. When she was ready… Well, I would be here. I would always be here.

Or maybe... that was what the monster inside me wanted me to think.

“Mike,” I whispered.

Surprise blossomed in her face as she backed away. “What?”

“I choose Mike.”

“Do you not want me?” she asked with a quivering lip.

“More than anything.”

“Yet you picked him.”

“I did.”

“Why?” she choked out in a half-sob.

I hesitated. I saw a brief flicker of worry when I didn’t answer for several long seconds. I knew she was just teasing me again. This was certainly a new play, but I was loving it. This dug at me in a way I hadn’t experienced before. Instead of the demanding and overbearing Emma, this was almost where the roles were reversed. Not really of course. She had just as much control as always, yet it was framed in a way that made it feel like I was the one forcing this on her. That there was some **** on her part as she made me dance to her lovely tune.

My heart was racing as I stared into those lovely blues of hers.

“Because I want you to.”

Her mouth opened, eyes widening slightly. They lowered as she sniffed.

“I want you,” she whispered. God, the voice she used tore at me. There was so much pain there. Her hands ran along my chest. “Please. I… I want you.”

A quivering hand went up to tip her chin back. Suddenly, she was looking at me again. Damn it. She was actually crying. I wiped at the tear streak that had gone down her cheek. “But you are going to sleep with Mike. And you’re going to enjoy it.”

Dejected, she slid away. The suddenness surprised me as she shuffled away. I was about to chase after her when she spun around, a giant smile on her face. Taking a deep breath, she wiped at her cheeks.

“Well, that was different.”

My mind was still spinning from the sudden shift. Like the switch that had turned her on, another flip and it was over. Her smile faded as she looked at me. “Was that… okay?”

“Huh?”

She nervously fidgeted. “It was a softer approach than usual. Was… it okay? Did I go too far?”

I took a deep, shaky breath. I released it slowly, letting the tension and emotions flow from me. I gave her a small smile. “It was certainly different.”

“Different… as in good?”

“It was fucking hot. I would go so far to say it was the best yet.”

She brightened. “Really?”

I nodded.

Hesitating, it looked like she was thinking of something. Before I could ask, she walked over to me. Bending over, she gave me a kiss on the cheek. Before I could react, she said her goodbyes and quickly retreated for the stairs.

The enigma of Emma. How she could say all those things, kiss me so intimately, and never once break character, yet a simple peck to the cheek had her rushing off with a red face.

Running my hands over my face, I groaned as I peeked through my fingers. Looks like I was cleaning up alone tonight.

My eyes went down to my erection. It hadn’t gone away, even without Emma’s teasing touch.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll take care of you first,” I muttered before heading to my room.