There were too many people in their tiny studio apartment and the cackling of Brian's laughs were beginning to get to Clara. Still, she stayed quiet. She'd only recently moved in with Heath, and she knew that their Dungeons and Dragons gathering was going to be loud when she had agreed to give up her apartment to help both of their budgets. It didn't make sense to pay rent on two places when she was over at Heath's house six days a week.
It was the seventh day that was the problem. Many times now Heath had suggested she join their campaign and many times Clara had come up with a variety of excuses. What it really came down to for her was that she hated being held to something every week. She liked being able to change plans and be spontaneous, and blowing people off to do that would be rude. Heath had suggested she stick around for the day to see if maybe she wanted to join their campaign. So far, Clara was considering the multitude of options for getting out of the house every Saturday.
"Okay, you know what, fuck it. Roll for charisma." Jonathan, the DM, laughed and sat back in his chair.
The die clattered onto the wooden table and Brian shrieked out, "nineteen!"
Richard, who from what she could piece together was an orc ranger, put his head on the table. "Here we go," he sighed.
"Okay, what do you say to the succubus?"
"You have great tits. Can we, you know, fuck?"
"Come on, man. You've got to make it more convincing than that." Heath whined.
"Too late." Brian smirked.
"All right. Well, the succubus smiles at you and says, 'straightforward, aren't you? I like it? Why the fuck not? Come on,' and she tugs you away from the table at the tavern towards the stairs."
"Great. Now we have to wait for him to get his rocks off." Jules said.
"Hey, give me a break." Brian said. "It's been like six months since I got laid last. At least let me get some in-game action."
"I mean, maybe you'd be getting some if you did something other than DnD and video games twenty-four seven. Maybe come out with us when we go for a drink every now and then?" Jules retorted.
"Or, you know, be like the rest of us. Tinder." Richard waved his phone. "Or like Heath, seduce your boss."
"I don't know about seduce." Heath chuckled and looked over to Clara. She smiled back. "She's the one that asked me out."
"Why the hell would you, anyways, Clara? Have you met Heath?" Jules asked.
"Hey!"
"Heath and I fit." She shrugged. "We do well together."
"Still don't get the appeal."
"Thanks, Jules."
"Okay, so other than bars and Tinder, any other solutions to getting me laid?" Brian asked.
"Can we get back to the game?" Jonathan asked.
"Did you want to use Clara?" Heath asked.
"Huh?"
Clara's head shot up at that, too. Just hearing Heath say it made her heart stop. He looked back at her with a smirk. Her mouth opened slightly. It had been part of the appeal of Heath, his proclivities. After weeks of flirting and her transfer to another department, she asked to take him to dinner. She had her clothes off and was tied to the kitchen table two hours in.
Over the past few years they'd settled into a dom-sub relationship. He'd lent her out to friends a few times before at parties. But it had always been with other kinky people and in a specific context. Not at home during DnD. This was something else.
"What?" It finally slipped out of Clara's mouth.
"Did you want to use Clara to get off?"
"Uh, Heath? You okay?" Richard asked.
"Fine. Why?"
"You just offered up your girlfriend as a sex object to Brian."
"Oh, let's not all pretend we haven't seen each other at Carl's place at different times." He rolled his eyes. "Don't make this awkward. I know you want to fuck her. Come on. Just do it and be done with it so we don't have to deal with your whining about getting laid."
"Here? Now? Like actually?" Brian asked.
"Yes. Unless anyone has any objections?"
"I think I'd actually be pretty interested to see this." Jules said.
"Um, Heath?" Clara sat up on the bed. "Can we talk about this, first?"
He pushed his chair out and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "Do you not trust me, honey?"
"That's not it. I just... Usually there's some heads up."
"If you're not comfortable, you just have to show me your signal or say the word." He tapped her nose twice.
She squirmed. She wasn't that far, but the idea of doing this here and now wasn't thrilling to her.
"If you have no other complaints, then here." He opened her bedside drawer and pulled out her gag. "You know the rules. Your mouth is mine. Can't offer that up, can we?"
She opened her mouth and he popped the ball in past her teeth. She held it there until he pulled the straps and fastened them tightly. Her tongue pushed against the back of the rubber. She could already feel herself getting wet. The taste of rubber had always turned her on.
"I mean, is the gag necessary?" Brian asked. "I kind of like the noise."
Clara became acutely aware of how close he was now. He was eyeing her like she was a feast after a long day.
"That's my one condition." Heath said. "Her mouth is my hole, and she has a tendency to lose herself and try and persuade any man who comes along to plug it for her. Clara doesn't look it, but she's quite the little slut if you let her talk."
"Look, this is all fine and dandy with me right now, but can we at least play while he's doing this? I have no problem saying he's busy banging a succubus while you guys continue on with your quest." Jonathan said.
"Yeah, sure."
"Hey, if you don't mind me using her, I can do whatever, right?"
"Bruising is fine. No cuts."
"Okay, then."
Clara saw a gleeful smile on Brian's face as he stepped around the bed. He noted rope in the drawer beside him and pulled it out. He was quick with the knots around her wrists, and tight, too. She was already breathing hard in anticipation. Damn it, Heath knew her too well.
Brian grabbed her left side and rolled her onto her front into the blankets without warning. Her face was buried into the duvet and the elevation of her chin from the way she was positioned meant that the little room she did have to breath was slowly being taken over by the drool from the gag. He dragged her hips back and she was able to move her head to the side to be able to breathe. She saw that they had continued to play. Heath glanced back once and smirked again.
He had fun teasing his pet like this. He'd known from a few minutes into the interview when she got flustered in front of her other colleagues that she'd be fun to tie up and use. Lending her out... that was a kink he hadn't really been expecting. It had felt a bit strange when she brought it up in passing, and he had initially written it off. His last relationship hadn't gone so well because of jealousy. It didn't seem like a good idea.
But the look she got on her face of betrayal and ecstasy? That was just too good to pass up. She whole heartedly owned that she liked it, but she still had those little pieces of her that felt it wrong, and pushing those buttons was always what had turned Heath on. He watched for just a second longer as she made a noise when Brian ran a finger down her slit.
"She's, like, super wet. Is this normal?"
"I told you already, Clara loves this sort of thing." Heath tossed back lazily.
Clara had closed her eyes by this point to focus on sensations. Over the clatter of plastic dice, she heard a zipper. There was something lightly pushing against her vulva and she moaned again. It moved away and she groaned. Damn it.
Brian chuckled. "You really like cock, don't you?" He smacked her hard in the ass a few times. "But I like to play around a bit first."
After a few well placed whacks on her ass and accompanying squeals, Brian moved back towards the table.
"Whoa, fuck. Not in my face, dude. Put it away." Jules said. "We had this conversation. Never in a million years."
"Sorry. Just trying to get this." He picked up his players manual. Fairly weighty, and he wasn't pleased with the reaction he was getting so far. He landed the first strike hard and tried to angle it so that the corner would hit roughly where her clit was. She shrieked that. "There we go."
"Christ, Brian, I lent you that copy. She's going to drip all over it." Richard said.
"I'll pay you back." He said, going in for another. His wrist ached a bit with how he was holding and swinging the book and had to readjust for the next several swings.
"Gotta admit, that is kind of hot." Jules said. "Nerdy fantasy central."
Clara's ass was burning, and her cunt was throbbing. Fuck. Fuck. Why wasn't he just entering her yet? She moaned and tried to tell him to put it in. She getting frustrated.
"Hmm? Too hard?" Brian asked.
"No." Heath didn't bother to turn around again. "She hasn't given the signal, she's fine. She's just wanting you to fuck her. She hates being teased like that."
"Oh." Brian said. He landed a doubly-hard thwack on both cheeks at the same time and she shrieked into the blankets. "Too bad."
Some tears leaked out at that one. Clara liked the pain, but her body was now at the point that it was just responding to pain automatically.
"You're lucky I'm feeling generous." He said and threw the book onto the bed next to her and grabbed her hips closer again. She'd moved forward with each hit, he wanted her closer and her hips higher to be able to fuck her properly.
He slipped his cock in without much trouble. She was wet enough that there was liquid all over her thighs. But that might have also been the book distributing her juices around the area. Who cared? He hated the smell of lube and not having to use a condom was great.
Clara moaned and he rubbed his hand along her right ass cheek for a moment. "Do you like that, then? Feeling me inside of you? And staring at your boyfriend who's sitting here encouraging me to fuck you?"
Clara closed her eyes at that. Brian smiled. Nailed it.
And nail it he did. He had intended to begin slow, but with the amount of lubrication it was a bit more forceful than he had originally been intending. He started to get into it though. And Clara couldn't hold her moans in as he was pounding into her pussy. Every thrust pushed her closer. She was close. So close. He needed to go harder. She wanted to feel him pushing her all the way open. She tried leaned back a bit into his cock and he moved his hand back and slapped her ass. "No." He said sternly.
She stopped trying and gave up. This was torture. She wasn't quite close enough to orgasm, and still a few more steps from climaxing.
"Okay, so you go up to the chest in the guard room. Roll your insight, Heath."
"Let's see," he let his die fall. "Well, shit. Twelve."
"Did you remember to add your passive for your background?"
