Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (30 page)

She did Cleo to a tee. I laughed so hard it hurt. I hadn’t laughed like that in 2 years.

“That’s her to a tee. Oh man. Rafe,” I whispered.

“Small dick, huge stupid diamond earrings. Sweats profusely while you do him.”

I cackled, “So much sweat.”

She shivered and took a gulp of her water.

“Orianna,” I said softly, feeling so naughty and a little bit scared that somehow Orianna would know about this conversation.

“Oh fuck,” She threw her hand over her forehead, “That Domme could make me come just looking at me. Holy fuck. Is it wrong that my nipples just got hard thinking about her?”

I snorted, “She could make anyone come. And if you didn’t come on demand, you were sorry.”

“Lola,” she said and she smiled with what looked like fondness, which I found odd.

I shook my head, “She finally retired. She works in laundry.”

“Seriously?”

I nodded.

“She was
such
a whore,” Lisa said.

I snorted, “She really liked attention, didn’t she?”

“I hated being paired with her for threesomes. She had to yell the loudest, had to suck harder, had to come longer, you know?”

“Oh, I know.” This was fun.

“Donavan,” she said and opened her mouth about to say something bad about him.

I threw my hands over my ears and shut my eyes tight, “No!” I shrieked.

I felt her hands on my wrists gently, “Hey? Sorry…”

“Oh god.” I was on my knees on the kitchen floor, “Oh god. Oh god.”

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry!” she said.

I was sobbing and my hands were back over my eyes.

“Angel, I’m sorry!”

I couldn’t get myself together. I buried my face in my knees and then I was sobbing uncontrollably on the kitchen floor.

“What can I do? Can I get you something?”

I couldn’t answer. I saw his face, I heard his voice, I felt the lash of his belt, the bite of the shackles. I smelled the stench of death. I couldn’t stop crying. I gagged a few times, bile rising in my throat. It’d been more than a year since I saw his corpse but the mere mention of his name and I was a total mess.

The tears wouldn’t stop, the shaking wouldn’t stop. Lisa reached over to touch my shoulder but I completely lost it. “Don’t, don’t, don’t.” I scurried to the corner. It felt like I was back in that room, chained to that bed, smelling that smell, feeling his cold body against mine.

I heard Lisa on the phone.

“Dare, can you come back? I talked about someone at the resort and it triggered an anxiety attack or something. She’s on the kitchen floor. No, just crying and rocking. Okay. Angel? He’s coming. It’s okay.”

Dare

I burst into the apartment and Lisa was standing at the sink with a helpless look on her face and when I got closer I saw that Angel was huddled in a ball on the kitchen floor against the corner cupboard. I reached down and touched her and she flinched.

“Baby, it’s okay. You okay?” I scooped her up and gave Lisa a nod, “I’ve got this. Can you wait a few?”

She nodded.

“We’ll talk in a few minutes,” I said and took Angel, who was holding herself and shaking hard with her eyes shut tight and took her into the bedroom and got her on the bed.

“Baby?”

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

“Angel!” I got louder. She didn’t reply. She curled into a ball on her side on the bed.

“What is it, baby?”

She took handfuls of her hair into her hands and the pain on her face hit me right in the gut.

“Help,” she pleaded in a small voice.

“What can I do?”

“Help. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…”

I reached over and took her wrists away from her ears and pinned them over her head.

“Need me to make you come, baby? Will that help?”

She nodded a little and was shuddering from all the crying.

“Lay down.” I sat.

“I need it to hurt, Master. Can you please make it hurt first?”

What the fuck?

“Please make it hurt, Master. Make it hurt.”

Fuck. What the fuck do I do here?

“Please!” she cried out in a shrill voice and then whispered, “Hurt me.”

I was stunned.

“Dare,” my name was a prayer on her lips, “Please. I can’t… take it. Take it away.”

“How?”

She was trembling so fucking hard and it was freaking me the fuck out.

“Please, Master!” she cried out in a shrill voice again.” The look in her eyes was gutting me. She looked frightened out of her mind.

Lisa was in the doorway with the door open. I was about to holler at her to get the fuck out but she said, “Spank her.”

I was stunned. Lisa looked to Angel.

“Felicia!” Lisa shouted and Angel went completely stiff. Lisa continued in this deeper, huskier, more authoritative voice, a voice I’d never heard from her before, “Get over your Master’s lap right now.” Angel immediately threw herself over my lap and lifted her ass.

“Tell your Master what you need, Felicia!” Lisa demanded.

“I’m sorry, please spank me, Master. Spank me and take me and show me I’m yours. Not his. Yours. Not his. Yours. Cover his hurt so I don’t feel his pain.”

I looked to Lisa with what was probably shock on my face. She nodded at me and then left the room, shutting the door.

“Angel, I can’t hurt you.”

She whimpered, “Please. Yours. Can I be yours? Can I be yours?”

Fuck.

“Yes, you’re mine. You’re mine, baby.”

“Not his,” she cried out, in hysterics, “not his.”

“No. Mine, Angel. Not his.” I stroked her hair.

“Please!” she whimpered and lifted her ass higher.

My hand, of its own volition, yanked her yoga pants down and then I grabbed the back of her collar with one hand and that other hand quickly came down on her ass and smacked it.

She groaned. She groaned long and deep and like she was gonna come any second. My cock got hard despite my brain feeling like I was in the middle of a sick fucking scene.

“I didn’t mean to see his face, didn’t mean to see it. I need to feel you so I don’t feel him. Sorry for being naughty.”

I slapped her ass again.

She whispered, “Please tell me. Tell me, tell me.”

“You’re mine. You’re my girl and you’ll only be naughty for me.”

“Yes, Master. Only for you.”

“I want you to be naughty, Angel.”

“You do?” she sobbed.

“Yes. I want you to show me who you were before Felicia. I want that girl.”

“Master…”

“I mean it. I don’t want this broken girl, I want MY girl, the girl from the bull riding video. You were wild before Kruna, before you were Felicia, weren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You be that girl for me, okay? You don’t have to be Felicia ever again.”

She choked and sobbed and it broke in the middle.

“You’re my girl, Angel. No more Felicia.”

“Yes, Master. Your Angel.”

“No more spanking. You okay?”

She sighed in disappointment.

“You want more spanking?”

“Yes.”

“Not today. Right now what else can I do to make you feel better?”

“I need your cock, Master. Please give me your cock. Let me be your good girl.”

I flipped her onto her back and unzipped my pants and drove inside her hard and fast, digging my fingers into her hips and after just half a dozen hard strokes she came all over me, instantly, screaming out her “Thank you, Master.” And it didn’t take me long to finish, either and I told her she was my good girl as I came inside of her.

We took a minute to catch our breath. I felt dirty and kind of sick in my gut.

“Are you back?” I asked softly.

I felt her nod.

“Did I make it hurt enough?” I caressed her hair.

“More hurt would’ve been … but it was still good,” she answered softly, “Thank you.”

“I don’t know how to hurt you, baby. You’ll need to tell me what you need when you can tell me so I’ll know next time. What happened? Is it gonna set you off to tell me?”

She froze and then started to tremble again. I held her tighter.

“I just don’t want what he made me feel. I want you to cover it.”

“Who?”

“Please can we not talk? Please, Dare?” she was sniffling.

“We’ll talk later. I gotta go see Leese out. You okay for a minute?”

“Yes,” she said softly, “Can you please tell Lisa I’m sorry?”

“Yeah, my baby but you don’t be sorry, okay? It’s not your fault. ”

She didn’t answer.

I found Lisa sitting outside on the terrace staring out at the city. It was raining pretty hard. She looked deep in thought.

“Hey.” I wanted a smoke but it’d have to wait since she was out there.

“They really did a number on her. And for me to think that… whoa.”

I nodded, “What happened? What caused that?”

“Well, the tables got a little turned. She didn’t wanna talk. But I guess I did so I did. I cried a little and didn’t say a whole lot about Kruna but I sort of talked about how hard it was to keep my secret and how everything I’d buried was now eating me alive and about how much I miss my husband. She was trying to comfort me. She’s really sweet, Dare. She really is a great person, I can tell. Anyway, I joked that if she was ever up for some trash talking of the people there I’d be game. She was actually game so it started off kinda funny, names she was speaking were ones I hadn’t uttered out loud in over 2 years but she was laughing, loving the shit I was saying, the impressions of them. It was inside jokes that only her and I would get but it was awesome. It felt like a release for me and I could tell for her too but then I said a certain name and before anything else came out of my mouth, she had a flip out.”

“What was the name and what’s the story?”

“Donavan. Donavan Frost. He’s very high up at Kruna. One of the highest, if not
the
highest. He’s cruel. He’s relentless. He’s a severe sadist. He put everyone on rotation so you’d get him every few months and trust me when I say you needed the break in between. He must’ve been particularly awful to her, deeply traumatized her. Just the mention of his name…” she trailed off and got a faraway look.

I clenched my jaw, “What else do you know about him?”

It took her a second to reply. She was clearly digging through some not-so-nice memories.

“He’s probably late 30’s or early 40’s, handsome. Looks a bit like Rob Lowe, tall, like 6 foot 5, built.  Twice that I know of he took it too far and really hurt girls. One died from asphyxiation. The other wound up with several broken bones and they had to bring in a surgeon for her. He is
vicious
. He sprained my wrist. You’d spend time with him and you’d be black, blue, and emotionally traumatized.”

“Okay. You okay? Seeing her flip out like that must’ve shaken you up good?”

“I’m okay now. I’m sorry to say this but you have to control those outbursts. You can stop them from happening or you can nip them in the bud quickly if you see one coming on. You need to. If she has those freak-outs in public it won’t be good. You say she was considered exemplary, she’s not being exemplary. She’s broken and her Master is probably the only one who can fix her. You’ll do that with a firmer hand.”

“What the fuck?”

“I know how that sounds but you have power over her. You’re her Master. She will do what
you
tell her to do. That’s why I waited for you to get here and just stayed near. She needed you. You. You getting her out of there and taking a fish out of water so fast like that… it fractured her armor and she’s cracking under the pressure. She needed prep. She will act how
you
tell her to act. You order her not to freak out and it’ll stop. I’m telling you this because it will. You have to
be
her Master, Dare. She needs that.”

“So you’re saying I need to control her, keep her broken? The fuck, Leese?”

“No, listen…you have the power to fix her. You just have to take your time doing it. They systematically broke her. She became a robot. You rescued her and got her out and she’s trying to adapt but you have no idea what it’s like for her to be out of there, trying to function after all that. You can systematically put her back together. I’ve done reading on this and I experienced it. I’m a switch, Dare, and back at Kruna for a while before I left they had me work with their trainers to help work on broken subs. I went through their slave to wife transition training too, and I had a slow transition back into society when your father brought me here. Tom knew what he was doing and I transitioned well. Be firm, be caring, give her what she needs from you and then wean her off it with more good, less discipline, more freedom. You have to look at this the way you’d train an animal because that’s what she was reduced to. Reacting and staying in line to avoid punishment plus getting positive reinforcement as well. She needs you right now. I know you don’t want to cause her any hurt but she’s hurting more this way. You can do this in a way that will rebuild her. Think about what I’ve said. If you need me or if she needs me, I’m there.”