Truth or dare the domina.., p.9
Truth or Dare; The Dominator II, page 9
“Look at me, angel.”
She swallowed hard and her whole body locked tight but she looked at me.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said as she looked at me and then she flinched almost as if I was going to strike her.
I didn’t know what was on her mind. I looked at her for a minute, trying to get a read on her.
“Would you choose something for me, please, Dare?” she piped up, finally, breaking the awkward silence. Why was she so pale?
“You okay?”
She nodded, “Yes.”
I sighed, exasperated. I walked to her trunk and inspected the contents. There was a lot of lace. A lot of white lace. Fucking figured. Why did this trunk have to be filled with shit that did it for me?
During my tour I’d been told that if I’d elected to leave her in for further training I could specify the types of clothing to be sent home with her, my preferred attire. White lace would be my preferred attire if this was what I actually wanted. Since I was foregoing the ‘transition training’ she was being sent home with me with a mixture of clothes. I found a virginal looking long silky white nightgown with spaghetti straps. I also found a blue crotchless and nipple-less merry widow as well as some other sexy lingerie in just about every color of the rainbow. I passed her the long white nightgown as it was the least revealing.
When she returned from the bathroom she was in it and she looked even more alluring than I’d expected. I hadn’t noticed the nightgown had a side slit almost to the hip and most of the chest area was transparent lace and sheer. Her hair was now down and she still wore the blue collar, which I thought was odd. I tried to deny my brain from thinking about how fucking sexy she looked with her wild curls and that necklace matching her eyes.
“You want help removing that?” I asked and reached for her neck.
She gasped and locked tight.
“What?” I froze in my tracks, my hands in midair.
“I don’t want it off. I never want it off.” Her eyes were wide, frenzied. I was startled at that. It was like she was coming unglued. I backed away and gave her space.
I went to the washroom and saw that some of her things were out on the countertop. A blue stone-handled hairbrush. It looked antique. A toothbrush. Some facial cleanser and moisturizer. I got a twinge at her things sharing space with mine. Her toothbrush was lying directly beside mine. Her hairbrush directly beside mine. Deconstructing it, it was almost territorial. Yeah, she’d probably need some counseling once I got her out of here.
I got ready for bed and when I strode out in my boxer briefs, having forgotten to bring clothes in again, she reacted. She was seated at the foot of the bed and she fisted the bedding. Yeah, that was nice for my ego but I had to pretend not to notice.
It was hot in the room despite the AC so I decided that I’d forego the track pants tonight and threw the blanket to the foot of the bed and then climbed in under the top sheet in my underwear. I thought back to that morning, waking up with my cock against her ass and got instantly hard.
Down boy.
“Come to bed,” I said and she spun around, hiked up the nightgown, and was on her knees crawling slowly toward the head of the bed. She looked fucking amazing. Blazing wavy hair falling over one shoulder, her eyes on me and with visions of sex in them, her luscious tits spilling out of the low cut white silky nightgown as she crawled slowly toward me. I turned on my side so that I’d have my back to her when she got to the top and ground my teeth tight as I flicked the lamp off.
She was beside me, under the covers, and I felt her breath on my back. She was winded.
I squeezed my eyes tight and tried to ignore her sweet scent, the warm breath on me, the tingling in my fucking groin. Motherfucking scumbags.
** ** **
I was dreaming of her; she was riding me, her gorgeous hair spilling around her shoulders, her beautiful tits bouncing, her eyes on me and filled with want.
“I’m all yours, Master, for forever, and for anything your heart desires,” she’d huskily said in the dream and it sounded so hot. So fucking hot.
I had one of her hips in my hand and the index finger of my other hand was looped through the dangling heart pendant, holding on. In the dream I bounced her on my cock. Fuck it felt good. Somehow I knew I was dreaming and had a lucid thought that it felt too intense and real to be a dream. My eyes bolted open and that’s when I realized she was under the blankets and she had my cock in her mouth.
She had me deep and she was applying the perfect amount of suction. Fuck. I had her hair wrapped around my fist.
“Felicia,” I rasped, “Stop.”
She kept going, sucking me deeper. Fuck that felt good. I had to make her stop.
“Fuck, Felicia, stop goddamnit!” Because I had her hair I pulled her back, rougher than I intended. She had a look of shock on her face.
“Get off me,” I croaked out. She moved off me with her eyes downcast. I got out of the bed, pulling my underwear up as I stood. She must’ve pulled them down enough to get to my cock. Fuck, down boy, sorry boy. My cock was fucking pissed at me.
“What the fuck?” I bit off.
Her mouth opened and she looked mortified. Her face was beet red.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I had to lock my rage down. And now. It was 6:00 in the fucking morning and we were outta here today.
“I just wanted to …” She was trembling like a leaf.
“Stop.” I halted her by raising a palm, “Don’t finish.” She cowered at my hand going up. Fuck, she thought I was gonna hit her.
I stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. Yesterday’s cracked drywall was already staring at me. I couldn’t hit the wall again.
Fuck!
I used the john, got in the shower and the minute I got under the water my cock was screaming for me to take care of business myself so I finished what she started in there. Couldn’t help it, no choice. Seeing her naked body, having her ass against me yesterday morning, then her legs wrapped around me yesterday in the water, her gorgeous tits against my chest, and then my cock in her mouth this morning? I had no choice but to take care of myself or I’d go in there and throw her legs up over my shoulders and pound her hard until I fucking exploded in her pretty pussy. I pictured her while I jacked off, I couldn’t help it. Wild hair, piercing blue eyes, peach lips around my dick. Hanging onto that fucking necklace. Sweet jesus. I had one hand flat on a tiled shower wall and the other hand in a fist around my dick and it took all of thirty seconds for me to finish, maybe not even thirty seconds.
After my shower I brushed my teeth and when I came out she was still in the bed, chewing on her bottom lip and not looking at me. I had trouble looking at her, too. Seeing her there made my dick wanna wake the fuck up again.
I was in a towel. I got a suit and shirt from the closet and fished out socks and underwear from my bag and without looking at her I said, “I’ve gotta get dressed. Before I do, listen to me. You and I have shit to settle about what my expectations are gonna be. We deal with that when we get home. I told you I was not prepared to start this here and I meant that. You pushing like that was not cool.”
“You’re still, still taking me with you?” She was staring at the bedspread.
I sighed, “Of course I am.”
She closed her eyes and visibly relaxed. She had been petrified that I was changing my mind. She wanted so desperately away from here that she was trying to make sure she secured that seat on the plane with me. I sat on the bed and looked at her.
“I’m very sorry, Master. I just want you to be happy with me,” she answered softly, looking up at me with sad eyes.
“I know.” I said, clenching my teeth.
“I’m nervous I won’t be good enough.”
“What?”
“I don’t have any directions. I don’t know what you need me to be. If I knew I know I could be that for you.” She said it softly, with desperation. Her words twisted my gut into knots.
I sighed, “I’m sorry to put you under stress. I don’t like uncertainty either so I can relate. I don’t trust that this room isn’t bugged and I’m extremely private. I won’t have sex with you here. It could be being recorded. I won’t risk that.”
Light seemed to dawn for her and she nodded a little. It put her at ease a bit but only momentarily because then she was chewing her lip. I could only guess that she was now wondering what she was in for with me when I was sure there weren’t cameras around. I’m sure she’d been exposed to some sick kink in this place and now she had to keep wondering how kinky I was gonna be. “We’ll talk when we get home. Try not to stress. Okay? Let’s just get home and then we’ll talk more about what I need from you, alright?” She nodded a little. I had to leave it at that. Unfortunately.
I took my suit toward the bathroom, “Order breakfast for us? Pick something that you like.” I went into the bathroom to get dressed and shaved.
When I came out at least 10 minutes later she was staring at the menu.
“What’d you get for us?” I asked, tying my tie.
She looked up at me, panicked.
“I-I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t know what to get.” She looked on the verge of a meltdown.
I looked at the menu and it was large, plenty of breakfast choices. But was it really that difficult? This girl had obviously had everything decided for her for the past two years. I had to cut her some slack. I needed her to cool it and stay cool. We were almost out of here. I took a deep breath, “Okay, what about French toast and bacon?” I caressed her cheekbone with my thumb. Her eyes lit up and she settled at my touch.
“Order us French toast and bacon. Only if it’s real maple syrup. If not, I dunno, Denver omelets. Orange juice and coffee. Okay?”
She nodded and had an expression of wonder on her face. Wow. Fucking wow. I slipped out for a smoke.
** ** **
As soon as we were finishing up breakfast there was a rap on the door and I let Ruiz and that woman in.
“Mr. Ferrano, do you need us to see to Felicia before you depart?” the woman asked and he clipped, “Cleo!” He gave her a dirty look like he’d already warned her against asking that or something. She didn’t seem to notice.
“No,” I answered without looking at her and looked over the documents. It said her name was Felicia Andrews. I knew that wasn’t true. Later on I’d find out her real name, figure out the rest.
“Mr. Ferrano, we appreciate your patronage and your partnership. We hope you’ll be pleased with your Felicia but if anything is amiss, when you and your brother hopefully visit in October if there needs any adjustments you can feel free to leave Felicia with us for training for your stay and beyond, if necessary. We want you satisfied. Mr. Chen asked me to send his apologies. He had something arise this morning and was unable to see you off.”
“Thanks, no worries. I’m sure I will be.”
He nodded and then told me he’d arrange for his driver to take us to the airport. The Asian woman perked up, “Mr. Ferrano, may I please have just a moment with Felicia before you depart?”
“No,” I said simply and gave her a dirty look.
She looked taken aback. She glanced at Felicia over my shoulder and then looked resigned.
Ruiz gave me an apologetic look, then reached over and took her by the arm and pulled her out of the room with carefully controlled anger, “Bon Voyage, Mr. Ferrano. See you soon,” he said.
After I shut the door I turned on my heel and I looked at Felicia, who was sitting on the bed, dressed to go in a pretty cream colored dress with ruffled short sleeves and a square neckline, her hair loose and wavy, wild in a gorgeous way, the collar still around her throat. She was staring at me with shock on her face.
Felicia
I was getting out of here. I was getting to Point C.
Dare had my passport. I was wearing his collar. I didn’t belong to these people any longer. I was his. I didn’t know yet what that meant and I didn’t dare listen to the little voice in my head trying to whisper to me that maybe it was all going to be okay. But when he didn’t allow anyone here to fuck with me and when he blocked Cleo and didn’t let her sink her claws into me and poison me with her venom one last time before we left I think I fell in love with him a little.
Chapter 3
Dare
I was not relaxing until I had us on that plane. No, scratch that; I was not relaxing until we were on home soil and even then I’d only relax marginally. I didn’t have a clue when I’d have some actual peace again. After the car brought us to the airport and the chauffeur helped us get our luggage checked I took my carry-on and took her by the hand and headed to where we needed to go. I glanced at her for the first time since leaving once we got to the counter for the airline and immediately took in that her face was ghostly. She was freaked right the fuck out. I guess I’d been stuck in my own head for the drive to the airport.
“Hey?”
She didn’t notice.
“Felicia?”
Her attention snapped to me and it dawned then that this was the first time she’d left that hellhole in 2 years. She probably wasn’t used to a moving car. She probably wasn’t used to the people everywhere in the busy airport. She was also likely deathly afraid she’d wake up back in that prison finding out that getting outta there was just a dream. She was probably afraid of me, too, afraid that I was just another abuser in a long line of people who’d mistreated her in the past 2 years.
“It’s okay. You okay?” I touched her face and she leaned into my palm and closed her eyes and nodded slowly. She seemed a bit wobbly so I got her to a chair and sat beside her, holding her hand in mine and rhythmically stroking it.
“Want something to drink?” I asked.
She shook her head, “I’m okay. I have a bit of motion sickness, I think. From the car ride, and from…” she stopped.
“All the excitement?” I offered.
She nodded a little.
I gave her hand a squeeze, “Stay here. I’ll deal with things at the counter and then we’ll get to the first class lounge. Eighteen hours we are not sitting like sardines in coach.”
I gave her a smile and then went back to the counter.
The flight was long. It was gonna be long no matter what but this was extra long because she was not good company. She was trying to be an angel, to behave exactly the right way but she was like a frog in a blender. She was emotional and she was trying to hide it but failing, miserably. Jiggling with nervous energy, trembling, being jumpy, clearly overwhelmed at the sights and sounds all around us. I wasn’t breaking any news to her until we were home. It didn’t feel safe.
Rafe Ruiz had included a sedative for her in with the travel documents but I’d flushed it. Maybe I should’ve given it to her.
We watched movies, we slept. At one point she settled down and slept and her head nodded and drifted to my shoulder and I got a pang of something, something fiercely protective. I let her stay there. I played chess on my iPad and then when she woke up I offered it to her so she could play games on it while I slept a bit.
When we finally arrived I led her to my SUV, which I’d had dropped off for us. I had no idea what she’d be like when I’d made all my travel plans so I’d done it that way on purpose, trying to keep a low profile, even though I was really too zonked to be driving.
** ** **
“My place isn’t fancy,” I told her almost apologetically as we got into the elevator from the underground garage, mostly to break that awkward elevator silence, the silence I’d been experiencing for the better part of three days with her, only now it was worse, it was ominous, it was like her fear was palpable.
“My brother bought it ten years ago, his first place, but when he moved to a big house I took it over. It’s close to my office,” I shrugged.
I knew she’d been told I was wealthy and powerful, that I came from an important and influential family. I also knew that the resort was luxurious. The place had been five stars, lavish. My place was nice but it wasn’t exactly luxurious. It was a typical upper-middle class 2 bedroom condo in a nice building. She smiled without reaction with her mouth, not her whole face.
“I’ll get you up and settled and then get our things tomorrow.” I didn’t want to bring anything into the apartment in case it was bugged.
I noticed her chest was heaving, she was almost panting. She was looking like she wanted out of her skin. I sent a quick text to my brother to say I was home. The elevator stopped on the tenth floor and the door opened and I waved her ahead. My condo was at the end of the hall. I unlocked the door and as I walked down the hall, her following, I sent a text to Zack to ask if the apartment had been swept today. I motioned ahead and she walked in ahead of me and stood frozen in her tracks just three feet inside the door.
I stepped in, stepped around her, disarmed the alarm, and then dropped my keys on the table by the door. I looked in front of me at the view she was taking in.
It was an open concept condo. Big marble island in between the kitchen and living area with pub style chairs with leather backs, stainless steel appliances, brown and cream marble counters with cream kitchen cabinets. Large family room with two brown soft leather sofas facing each other and a glass coffee table between them with an 80” TV over a white brick fireplace. The walls were a chocolate brown with cream trim. The floors were dark hardwood. The apartment had no dining room table. The living area was big enough it could be a combo but I usually ate at the island and didn’t have a lot of company so there’d been no need. It had a large master bedroom and a good-sized second bedroom that I used as a den. I had a decent-sized terrace with doors from the living area and from the master bedroom that led to it. It had a good view of downtown. The den had a desk, my Bowflex, a few arcade games I’d claimed when Tommy sold his place, and a futon in it for the odd time someone crashed here.
I figured I’d crash in the den tonight and let her have my room and then tomorrow we’d start to figure out the rest. Now, despite the long flight and a burning desire for a hot shower and sleep, I wanted to talk to her, get this over with. I got a reply from Tommy who acknowledged my, “I’m home. Exhausted. I’ll msg you tomorrow.” with a quick reply.
