Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (14 page)

She smiled. It wasn’t one of her fake ones, I don’t think. It was beautiful.

“My family owns an Italian restaurant; I’ll have food sent over. Anything you don’t like to eat?”

“I could go the rest of my life without plain rice but no, not particularly.”

“Have you had anything to eat today?” I asked.

She shook her head, not making eye contact.

“Sorry for not taking better care of you,” I said, catching her eyes, “I get working and time slips. Don’t wait for me, okay? Make yourself at home here. If I’m here we can grab something at night together but if I’m not, help yourself. You can also get food delivered from the restaurant whenever. I have a tab. I’ll leave you a menu.”

“Thank you.”

I almost wanted to take off back into the den to avoid her. This was awkward. But I’d left her by herself all day and thought it’d be rude. Besides, I needed to gauge her frame of mind, too, so I’d know how alert I’d have to be here in my apartment.

“So you wanna watch a movie or somethin’? We can throw something on to watch while waiting for food.”

“That sounds good.”

I motioned toward one sofa and took the other one.

Felicia

He was in faded jeans and a soft-looking gray t-shirt. He looked good in jeans. He looked good in shorts. He looked good in a suit, man he looked good in a suit. And he looked damn good in those low rise track pants. It took a lot of hot for a guy to look good in sweats and Dario Ferrano
owned
hot in those sweats. But most of all, he personified all that was hot in those boxer briefs in the mornings. He was buff. He also had this way, this intensity in the way he carried himself. He drew attention. He had to get female attention wherever he went.

It was a weird day. I was used to being alone. At the resort I’d spend hours alone waiting for an assignment. There was a little socializing with the other slaves but Cleo hated me so much that the others generally avoided me so they wouldn’t get lumped in with me and face her wrath. So I was used to my own company, something I would never have said before Thailand but since becoming Felicia I was used to being alone. Not alone with the freedom to change the channel, not able to eat whatever and whenever I wanted, and so forth. I still hadn’t fully wrapped my brain around my new circumstances. It was a lot to swallow. Today had been really weird.

Dare put The Hobbit on. It was a switch to watch something that wasn’t porn. I almost giggled at one point because I started imagining the hobbits doing it.  I got my mind off that by glancing in his direction and seeing him flex his biceps to put his hands behind his head, which got me thinking about him having sex. Dang. I started to get hot under the collar.

A little while in I heard a buzzer and he paused the movie and then went to the wall near the door where there was an intercom. A few minutes later he answered a knock on the door and a teenaged boy stepped in, gave me a wave, and put a big pizza box and a large paper bag with twine handles on the island. He and Dare spoke in what must’ve been Italian for a minute and then Dare reached into his pocket to fetch out some cash and put it in the kid’s hand and then ruffled his hair and then the boy was on his way, waving at me on his way out.  Dare brought the food to the table, then brought over a bottle of wine and two glasses, and then he flicked the movie back on while he started putting food out.

I ate while watching the movie, for the first time in almost two years not overly conscious of what I was eating
and
really enjoying the food. I don’t think it was just because it’d been two years since I’d had pizza that this was the best pizza I’d had in my life, hands down.

He paused the film after the meal to step out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, which was nice since it was his apartment. I didn’t know if he did it for my benefit or because he preferred smoking outdoors, but when he came back in he cleared the leftovers away and put them in the fridge.  I felt lazy. And full. I felt like I should be doing something. But it all felt so weird. He stretched out on the one couch so I followed suit and laid down on the one I was on.

** ** **

I woke up when the credits were rolling. I was asleep on the one sofa and he was asleep on the other. But there was a soft gray blanket over me so he must’ve put it on me while I was asleep and the idea of that gave me a twinge in my chest.

He was so handsome. And asleep he didn’t look at all pissed off like he usually did. Then again, he was probably pissed off because he had to deal with me. I was a complication in his life.

He was asleep on his back, his t-shirt riding up, his hand flat on his bare chiseled belly. God, he had sexy hands.

I could see his blond happy trail and his jeans were low, showing the start of the V heading down to his groin. His feet were now bare, his socks laying across the arm of the sofa by his feet. My eyes lazily took him in from toe to head and then back down to the happy trail.  My mouth started to water and I squirmed.  When I’d taken him in my mouth the other morning it was awesome. He was well-endowed. He was well-groomed down there. And the feel of his strong sexy hands in my hair while his cock was in my mouth? It had me wet and ready. More than ready.

But he’d been asleep and my doing that pretty much amounted to sexual assault. It’d been wrong. But I’d woken up to him looking beautiful and sleeping again with me cradled against him and so I wanted to wake him up in a way that showed my appreciation as well as ensured he’d want me. But he’d been angry. And now I knew why. He wasn’t there to collect his slave; he was there to deal with a mess put on his shoulders by his deceased father. He gets saddled with me, a dirty and broken human being, and I’m all stammering, begging for sex, and being a pain in his butt.

But sex was all I knew anymore. I knew almost nothing anymore of who I was before Thailand. I only knew A to B. Screw them good and make them happy. Screwing them good generally
did
make them happy. It meant I didn’t get punished, and it helped me get and then stay on course, a course of staying on the short list and not being subjected to corrections or retraining for non-compliance, and because of that, maybe that’s why I got off on it.  It was who I had to be and every small A to B victory meant success so I got off on it in some dysfunctional twisted way. I’d always been sexual. Always. Even as a small girl. And the Kruna scouts knew how to spot it and their trainers sure knew how to exploit it. And somehow I used it. I used my sexuality to get myself out of there.

I looked back up from his happy trail to his face and he was now awake and watching me. He was watching me ogle him. Our eyes locked. I moistened my lips and tried to settle myself down. I was probably flushed. I was so aroused right now. I wanted him, wanted him bad.

“Jetlag,” he mumbled.

“Yeah,” I rasped.

He stretched, “Wanna crash?”

I think I nodded.

He got up, “You take my bed.” He stretched again as he walked to his alarm panel by the door and hit some buttons that beeped and the sight of his muscled arms and back as he stretched revved me up even further.

“But the futon sucks,” I answered softly.

“Yeah, the futon sucks.”

“I can sleep on the futon,” I said but was hoping he wouldn’t make me sleep alone in there.

“Naw, I’ll be fine.” He massaged the back of his neck with a wince and I knew he was thinking about how uncomfortable of a sleep that futon would be, “Maybe the couch is better,” he said.

“It’s pretty comfy. I can just sleep here. You take your bed.”

“Naw, you take the bed.” He was staring at me.

“We could both sleep in your bed again,” I offered.

His eyes lit with something and he sneered. He looked severely pissed off.

“I’m sorry. I---”

“You take my bed. I’ll sleep out here. I’ll order a bed tomorrow for the den, move my desk out here, you can have that room.” I wasn’t about to argue with that hard expression and those angry eyes. I don’t think anyone would.

“Thank you for dinner and the movie. And, um, everything. You’ve been very kind. Kinder than you should have to be. Thank you.”

He gave me a little smile but it had pity written all over it.

“Goodnight,” I said.

He gave me a chin jerk but said nothing.

Dare

I woke up to shrill screaming in the pitch dark. It set my fight or flight instinct in motion big time and I reached to get between the bed and box spring for my piece but then I realized I wasn’t in bed, I was on the couch. I ran to the bedroom. She was flailing in my bed in a nightmare. I grabbed her.

“Felicia! Wake up!”

She was writhing in agony.

“Hey, it’s just a dream,” I pulled her up to sitting.

She started to sob and a flurry of words and whimpers came out, “Master, don’t let them get me.” She threw her arms over my shoulders and clung to my neck like her life depended on it.

“Shhh,” I laid down, taking her with me. Her head landed on my shoulder. I stroked her hair and she loosened her grip around my neck and fisted my t-shirt, “It’s gonna all be okay, babe. Settle down. I promise it’ll be okay. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whimpered and her breathing slowed down and I thought she was settling but then she said, “Make me yours, Master. Take me. Make me
yours
.”

I thought the ‘master’ ramblings were her asleep, still in the nightmare. I guess I’d been wrong.

“Baby, I’m not your Master,” I said, shaking my head.

“I want you to be,” she whispered, “I’ll be a good girl.” She squirmed into me, “
Your
good girl.”

For fuck sakes. I had goosebumps everywhere and all the blood in my head rushed straight to my cock.

Her grip loosened on my shirt and I quickly knew why. She slipped her hand into the waistband of my shorts and then she was gripping my cock. Fuck.

“Felicia.”

“Please don’t call me that,” she pleaded.

“What’s your real name?” I asked. She hadn’t let go of my cock yet and fuck but I was hard. How could I not be?

She was quiet a minute and then said, “Please don’t make me tell you. I’m not allowed to.”

“Hands off.”

She shuddered, then her thumb stroked over the tip, “I can make you feel good.”

“I’m sure you could.” I grabbed her wrist and tried to pull. She gripped tighter. I didn’t wanna be rough with her. Wow. So she was an obedient slave girl but she wouldn’t let go of my cock? Just my luck.

“Let go.”

“Please, Dare?”

“I’m not taking advantage of you. Let go of it.”

“You’re not. I’m offering. I need it. I haven’t…” she didn’t finish.

“You’ve got some sorta hero worship, babe. I got you outta there and you’re developing some sense of obligation here. I don’t want that.”

“My hair is red and I love to fuck. That’s what you wanted, right? I love to fuck, Master. I really really do. I’d keep up with you, whatever you want, any way you want, I---” she squeezed, stroking upwards.

“Let go of my cock, babe. Seriously.”

She took her hand away and moved off my chest but not far away, just beside me. She was quiet for a beat and then said, “You don’t want me?”

“I don’t.”

I could feel her shame. Her distress filled the room. This girl had been assessed and appraised for her sexual value and my telling her she had none to me? It had to hurt.

“Sweetheart, you’re beautiful. You are totally what I’d go for. But I won’t go there. Not takin’ advantage of you. Your head isn’t in the right place after all they did to you and yeah, a few months ago you beggin’ me like this, I would’ve. I would’ve fucked you in a heartbeat but where I’m at in my life right now, I can’t. Won’t.”

“Oh.”

“You okay? I’m gonna go back to the living room.”

“Can you stay?”

It was a mistake to keep getting in bed with her. I knew it. I told myself we were tired and it was a big bed and nothing was gonna happen but I knew it was a mistake.

“Keep your hands and your mouth to yourself, alright?”

“I will,” she whispered, “Thank you.”

“Let’s try to get some sleep.”

Felicia

“Don’t cry,” he said softly a few minutes later, “you’re gonna be okay.”

I wanted to believe that. I didn’t mean to make my crying obvious. I thought he’d fallen asleep.

“You don’t have to fuck to survive anymore.”

He sure hit the nail on the head.

“Could I have my collar back, Master?”

“What?” he spat. He sounded disgusted.

“My collar. If you put it back on me I’ll sleep better. I keep freaking out inside and if I have the collar on it’ll help me know they can’t take me back because I’m yours. In the dreams the collar gone is why they can get to me but…”

He stormed out. I felt my chin trembling.

A few minutes later I didn’t know if he had gone to the other room or not. I was driving him away, he’d get sick of my crap, he’d send me away.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight and tried to get my heart to settle down, to push the panic away.