Preview: A Different Kind of Dungeon Master 2

Just a quick glimpse of what I'm working on :) Rachel has told a friend what Seth is capable of, and asked to bring her along to see for herself.

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Ash got up from her chair and clasped her hands above her head, stretching one shoulder and then the other.

“So,” she said. “How long does this part usually go on?”

“What part?” I asked.

“You know, rolling dice, sitting at a table… wearing clothes.”

“Four to six hours, plus breaks,” I answered, deadpan.

Ash’s eyes widened.

At least I’d been able to get that much of a response out of her.

I set my die down and folded my hands.

“What did you come here for?” I asked her.

She sighed and leaned over page through her character notes.

“No, not Crimson,” I stopped her. “You, Ash, why are you here?”

She paused and looked down to watch her weight shift between her feet. “Rachel told me….”

“You came here to get fucked” I cut right to it.

“I mean… kind of, yeah.”

“Is that a hard thing for you?” I asked. “Is there a shortage of men willing to stick their dicks in you?”

Just looking at her made the next answer obvious enough.

“…Not exactly,” she acknowledged.

“So why me? You don’t know me. I’m not a model, and I promise you, my dick is no more exceptional than the rest of me. Why do you want it so bad?”

Ash shrugged. “I just… I got the impression you know what you’re doing.”

“And you don’t?”

This got her to look at me again. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, there’s a whole market full of toys designed to help you touch yourself however you want. Some of them can even thrust on their own now. I assume you know your own body and what it likes. If you just want the feeling of getting railed over the edge of a table, you can have that whenever you want.”

She got a sulky little look around the corners of her mouth. “It’s not the same.”

“So, let’s be clear, then,” I said, leaning a little closer against the table. “You don’t want me to fuck you. Not really. Sticking tabs in slots doesn’t do it for you, not on its own. You want me to play with you. You came here to have a human being look you in the eye, and say, it’s okay, you can stop tamping your soul down into that tiny, boring, acceptable box you present to the world. Give me your passion, your wildness, your weird, and I’ll hold them for you.”

Ash sniffed. Her eyes were still wide, with a bright shine overtaking them. “Yeah. Something like that.”

“Then what do you say you sit the fuck down and pick up the die?”