Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (10 page)

I didn’t know how to reconcile all of this and I knew it could all change in a heartbeat. It could be yanked away from me because he changed his mind or he could reveal his true nature and it could be a mask that, when it slipped, would reveal that he could be even more cruel and heartless than anyone had so far.

But we’d just built a sandcastle together, the best sandcastle I’d ever seen. It had several turrets, a moat, he’d done it all carving and molding the sand with his fingers and palms and small gardening hand tools and it was so attractive to watch him do that with strong fingers and a focused and determined look on his face.  Now he was in the gulf, he’d disappeared for a long time under the water. I stood in water up to my waist and felt something swish by me. He was there. He emerged from the water and took my hands and pulled me forward, deeper into the water with him.

“I, I don’t swim very well, Master,” I warned, feeling panic rise.

“No?” he asked and lifted me, a bit of a devilish smile on his face. I jolted at the feeling of being in his arms and my panicked face made his mischief disappear. He pushed off with his feet and now we were in water too deep to stand in. “I’ve got you. Hold my neck,” he said and let go of me and I started to sink but grabbed on and he was treading water, holding us both up. I was freaked.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he said, “I told you I’ve got you.” I held tighter and then wrapped my legs around his waist and his words vibrated in every cell. He was holding me up, my only safety from drowning, he was my Master, my savior. I wanted to faint. He became erect against me and suddenly I wanted him inside me with a fervor I hadn’t felt about a man, ever.

I tightened my legs around him, leaned in, closed my eyes, and parted my lips, wanting him to kiss me. Nothing happened.

I opened my eyes. He was staring with an angry look on his face. I pulled in a breath and held it.

“We should head back,” he said and I saw muscles flexing in his jaw.

“Do we have to?” I breathed before thinking. This wasn’t like me. Wasn’t like me to ask and wasn’t at all like me to want to be in the water. But in the water he was close to me, I was touching him. He
had
me.

His expression softened. He kept treading and I just held on. “Spin around,” he said and shifted me so I was on his back now, “Hold your breath.”

He swam underwater for a little while with me on his back. I opened my eyes and it was breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that I forgot to keep holding my breath and then took in a mouthful of water. I gripped him tighter and started to struggle and he swam upwards until we broke water. I was gasping and sputtering. He moved us back to where we could stand and put me on my feet.

“You okay?” His eyes had so much depth, so much concern. Water dripped from his hair, his face, and it struck hard that he was the most attractive man I’d ever seen and had been kinder to me than anyone since I’d been in Thailand. And I was his. I said a silent prayer that he wouldn’t change his mind and leave without me.

I recovered, pushing away the memories of the last time seawater was forced down my throat and nodded, “Yeah. I’m okay.” And strangely, I wasn’t lying.

Dare

We hung out in the water for a bit, me swimming and her sitting down in the shallow water just watching me. Then back in the room I got a shower. Then she took one. We had to get ready for the dinner I’d been asked to attend.

I just had to get through tonight and then tomorrow morning we’d be outta here. They’d have her passport ready and then after the 18 hour flight we’d be back on home soil. I’d get her to my place and then I’d tell her that it’d all been a ruse. And then I’d figure out how to keep her safe, keep us all safe, while giving her back her freedom.

Somehow Tommy and I would work to figure out how to gracefully exit this business. At first I’d thought maybe we could buy everyone out to eliminate the threat and then shut it down so we could deal that way and put all Pop’s ill-gotten money to good use. Stan had revealed that there was more off-shore money aside for us and it meant that me and all my siblings were extremely wealthy, filthy rich. We were already quite wealthy with Pop’s estate back home but the off shore money? There was a lot of it. But when I found out today what the revenue levels for this place were and when I found out some of the names involved I knew that was not an option for us. Not even close. No one would sell this cash cow for any price and even if we’d miraculously been able to pull enough cash together the members would certainly balk at it being dismantled.

But I’d have to find some way to deal, do all this while also finishing the clean-up of the rest of the business so I could sell it all off and move the fuck on with my life. An ugly mess.

When she came out of the bathroom in a short yellow silk robe she asked me if she could speak and then asked what she should wear for the dinner. I hesitantly reached into the box that Gan Chen had given me that morning when he talked about the dinner.

“Did you bring a collar for your Felicia or should I have one provided?” He had asked.

“I’ll need to borrow one for while we’re here.” I’d told him. Every slave I’d seen so far at the resort wore one.

The royal blue velvet box contained a choker necklace that was bejeweled with three strings of square-cut blue sapphires. It was dainty rather than ostentatious and it looked more like a choker necklace than a dog collar but the intention was obviously still there. The three strands of jewels came to a rectangular platinum clasp at the back and at the front they came to a circle. Dangling from the platinum circle was a heart shaped platinum dangling cutout pendant. Beside it was a matching lapel pin and cufflinks for me in blue sapphires.

“No need to borrow. Please accept this as a gift with my sincere best wishes for you and your Felicia,” he’d said.

It was the same shade as her eyes. I opened the box and lifted it out for her.

“It’s formal. Choose something formal that goes with this, if you can.” I said. She looked at the collar for two beats and then shook herself free of what looked like a trance. She lifted her hair and tilted her throat and turned her back on me.  I took a deep breath and then I fastened it around her slender and beautiful neck, resisting the odd urge to put my lips to her throat. She let her hair drop and then turned and looked at me, tears shining in her eyes. The dainty collar made her eyes stand out in a way that took my breath away for a second.

Seeing it on her neck stirred up emotions in me that I couldn’t describe even if I wanted to. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry but what it stood for? Not beautiful. There was a sour taste in my mouth. As I backed away from her to head to the balcony for a smoke her expression and posture both dropped.

** ** **

In the banquet room I’d been invited to that night there was a table for 12 that was up on a platform three steps up. I didn’t know what sordid events were to take place but the whole thing set my teeth on edge. Felicia was on my arm in a little black strapless short cocktail dress and blue strapped high heels, toes and fingernails painted metallic blue and her hair pinned up with curly tendrils cascading down. When we arrived I saw that we were the last to arrive and that between each chair was a cushion. Most of the guests had a woman on her knees on the cushion beside them. One had a man as his slave. I fought back the rising rancid disgust in my gut at the entire scene.

Their cushions matched their collar colors. Some had leashes attached to their collars. Every one of them wore a collar of some sort. As I approached it Felicia let go of my arm and let me step ahead and she went right to her knees on the satin royal blue pillow beside my chair, which was at the foot of the table. It was going to take a lot to hold my attitude in check tonight.

Gan Chen rose from the head of the table.

“Welcome guests. Everyone, this is Dario, son of Tom, our dear departed friend and partner. This dinner is in honor of the loss of Tom.”

I clenched my teeth.

Everyone expressed welcomes and I got introductions. A few that sat close by offered their condolences for my loss. I hadn’t known the tone of the evening when invited to this dinner but what Chen said next gave me a sense of relief.

“In light of the occasion this will be a standard meal. We’re serving all of Tom’s favorites. For anyone looking for play, there will be play in the Townsend room
after
dessert, also in honor of Tom.”

I looked down to Felicia. She was kneeling on the cushion, face pure and sweet like an angel, her expression blank, revealing nothing about what she was thinking.

Thankfully the meal was fairly uneventful. I had no idea if sex would happen in the room, if the servers would be nude. I had no clue at all what to expect but it was a lot like a formal business dinner like dozens I’d sat through at tables with people I didn’t like but with a big exception; slaves at the feet of the businessmen. Two of the men at the table were partners, then there was Gan Chen, Rafe Ruiz, and several other club members. I had to follow suit and feed her from my fingers like the others. She accepted food graciously from my fingers without looking up at me. I made sure she ate more than I did. I noticed the other “masters” were not nearly as generous with their slaves. I was anxious to get back to the room. I got through the meal as best as I could, trying to be cordial but there were conversations that took place in there that had turned my brain upside down. And a few stories were told about my Pop and things that had gone on while he was here that made me feel absolute disgust.

One older guy, probably around 60, who was seated to my left, had looked down at Felicia with lust in his eyes and said, loud enough for the entire room to hear, “Sad to see her go. You’ll be very happy, son. Very.” He’d licked his lips but I cocked a brow at him in challenge and then he went red-faced. He’d had her. He’d fucked her and he was staring at what he wouldn’t have again with lust in his eyes. All of it was a true test of self-control for me.

I’d have liked nothing better than to put bullets in the skulls of every single motherfucking scumbag in that room, him first. I looked around. Every eye in the room that wasn’t the eye of a slave was on me and I suspected every eye in that room’d had her. I clenched my teeth and Chen and Ruiz both seemed to read my body language. Ruiz whispered in his boss’s ear and that’s when Gan Chen had ended things.

Ruiz’d probably told him I was possessive and he wisely ended the festivities.

I declined offers for “play” in the Townsend room, not wanting to fucking know. I needed a cigarette, my smokes were back in the room, and I wasn’t about to leave her unattended for a second.

** ** **

When we arrived back in the room it was 10:30 and I knew we were leaving at 9:00 in the morning so after coming back in from the balcony I said, “We should get some sleep. We’re leaving bright and early.” Ruiz was to deliver her travel documents to me by 8:00.

“May I speak, Master?” she asked.

“Speak,” I answered.

“What would you like me to dress for bed in?”

“Something that makes you comfortable,” I answered, taking off my cufflinks.

She looked at the floor.

“What is it, Felicia?”

She kept her eyes on the floor and was about to speak.

“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.