Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (32 page)

It’s the kind of mealtime that reminds me of when I was a kid, back with my Dad. It was just us two but he had a farm and there were always farm workers there so more often than not there’d be a lot of people every night at dinner with us. Dad cooked on the grill as much as possible and we’d almost always finish dinner with campfires with guitar-playing or stories by the fire. My childhood was filled with hayrides and barn dances and playing outside and it was bliss. I had a pretty blissful life before my Dad died. His best friend Charlie and his wife Betsy wanted to take me in. They couldn’t have kids of their own and were crazy about me and the feeling was mutual. They stayed at Dad’s farm when I went to Alaska to look after it for me. Dad should’ve made
them
my guardians. Because he didn’t plan well enough for his death, being he was just in his 30’s at the time, I had to go to Alaska and be with my mother, who got Dad’s life insurance policy. Mom blew through the money from Dad’s insurance in no time, complaining about the money she had to shell out for his final expenses as well as my plane fare.  The only thing that made Alaska bearable was Holly, my half sister. I hardly knew Mom before I was sent to live with her. She didn’t seem to want to know me and couldn’t be bothered much with my little sister, either, so I took care of us while she partied and went through men the way most women went through clean underwear.

We didn’t even eat dinner together at Mom’s house because it was always a ‘fend for yourself’ kind of thing and not long after I arrived the food got sparser and sparser until I was old enough to get a job and then most of my earnings went into the pantry. Then at Kruna meal time alone was uneventful and quiet most of the time and when you were entertaining it consisted of sitting at someone’s feet, waiting to get scraps from their fingers or you’d have to perform sex acts in order to get fed a bite of food and at times, it was disgusting. The night I ate from Dare’s fingers, though? Not disgusting. It felt erotic to me. Him feeding me, providing for my needs. It was something that I now ached for. I ached for Dare to be my Master, to keep looking after me, to cherish me.

The farm was a provision that Dad
did
manage to make and it was to be given to me when I turned 21. I had planned to claim it after my Thailand adventure as I was turning 21 in Thailand and had planned to do the teaching gig for a year. Holly talked about moving down after she graduated high school but obviously none of that had happened. I wondered if the farm was still being looked after by Betsy and Charlie, who were happy to look after the place until I was of age. I’d emailed them before leaving for my teaching job and they told me it was all in good hands. I wondered if they had tried to find me after all this time.

“Hey? You look a million miles away,” Dare whispered into my ear.

“Sorry. I was. I’m okay.”

“Gone to a good place?”

“Yes. A very good place.  Dinner was good.” I hadn’t let myself think about my Dad much but being here around a real family, it sort of made me feel like it was okay to think back.

“Yeah, I’m stuffed,” he said, putting his hand on his stomach. I reached over and rubbed his belly. He smiled at me and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. His smile told me he was pleased with me.

“Dessert is coming,” Luc announced.  She and Sarah went to the kitchen to get it.

“Need help?” Tia asked.

“Nope, stay there. We’ve got this under control,” Sarah called back.

“Welcome home Tommy and Tia!” Luc called out bringing out a massive white cake. It was huge and it had been painted with icing in the image of Tommy and Tia holding one another, Tia in an off-the-shoulder ruffled wedding dress, Tommy dressed in a white tux. They both looked gorgeous and in love.

“That’s beautiful,” I said to Dare.

Sarah said, “And I have gifts for them.” She thrust a silver bag at Tia with white handles and purple tissue paper sticking out of it. Oh no. That bag again.

I felt Dare’s hand land on my leg and his fingertips dug in almost painfully, “Keep your cool,” he said into my ear and his other palm landed softly on the back of my neck, massaging, fingering my collar.

I took a few slow breaths while Tia dug into the bag. That jewelry store really needed to change their signature wrap for the sake of my sanity.

Inside was a silver baby rattle and it was engraved with the name Ferrano.

Tia rolled her eyes and put it on the table. Sarah beamed at her. Then Sarah handed Tommy a gift bag that was black with red handles and red tissue paper sticking out.

He opened it and let out a hearty laugh. There was a black pair of handcuffs with red frills around them and a bottle of wine in the bag as well as a blue plastic ice cream scoop.

“Get her drunk, cuff her to the bed, and knock that Chiquita up!” Sarah shouted.

The room burst into laughter.

“I was gonna put in a box of ice cream to help things along but it woulda melted,” Sarah added with a cheeky shrug. Tommy burst out laughing and Tia went beet red in the face.

“Oh, what’s this?” Luc asked.

“Nevermind!” Tia glared at Sarah. Tommy kept laughing.

“No parents around to bug you two for grandbabies so I’m taking that job and I’ll be the granny. Okay?” Sarah looked on the verge of tears, “I love all-a-you like you’re my own kids. So there.”

The room hushed.

“You’re not old enough to be a grandmother,” Dare broke the quiet.

“You’re too sexy to be a grandmother,” Eddy added.

Sarah snickered and wiped the tears away.

“You are way too stingy with the sugar to be a granny!” Tia threw in and everyone including Sarah laughed.

“Stepping out for a smoke, Angelbaby,” Dare said to me, “Get me some cake.” He kissed me on the mouth and softly whispered, “Good job. Keep being my good girl.” And then he backed away.

My heart tingled in a happy way.

He walked over to the other side of the large table and whispered something to Tommy and then Tommy grabbed the two empty gift bags and followed Dare out of the room, carrying them with him. I was glad to not have to stare at that bag for the rest of the evening.

Dare

“Thanks, man.” He handed me the empty gift bags. I put the black and red one on the counter but stuffed the silver one with the purple paper into the trash bag, “Fuck. I bought her a gift in a bag like that and she had a panic attack. Reminded her of something bad.” He followed me out to the back yard where I lit a cigarette.

“Good that she held it together tonight. No?”

“Yeah, it’s good but it’s only because I had to threaten her before we got here.”

“Threaten her?”

I explained to Tommy about the report I’d gotten with instructions on how to manage her, how they offered the same for Lisa. Then I explained how Lisa pulled some dominatrix shit in my apartment when Angel had her meltdown, and then I told my brother that I had to assume the “Master” role to try to help her. He completely agreed that it sounded like a logical way to handle things.  I told him about her needing to be held down, about wanting to be spanked. He joked that it didn’t sound too taxing to have to use it to my advantage in the bedroom.

“I know you’d be all over that, man, and I won’t lie; some of the shit we’ve gotten up to so far has been fuck hot. But I’ve gotta handle her with care. I want this girl. I want her whole. Not a shell of a person, you know?”

“Submissives aren’t shells, man. They want to please their Dom, ache for it even. A submissive can feel whole when they connect with their partner. They place a huge amount of trust on you and it’s a big responsibility. It’s really easy to fuck it up so you gotta be careful but if you do it right, she’ll get off on it.”

I nodded, “I know submissive doesn’t mean broken. But because she is, maybe it’d hold her back in future.”

“You’ll have to see how it plays out. Me and Tia have had a rocky road in the bedroom. It’s a work in progress keeping myself in check, not fucking it all up. Sometimes I go too far but sometimes that’s because she pushes the boundaries. I created a monster but I fucking love the monster,” he shrugged, “Nothing’s really wrong between two people in bed if it means you both get something out of it.”

I shrugged as well, “We’ll see how it goes. Not gonna lie, it was hot when my ex used to play the submissive sex kitten. Angel ain’t playin’, though. It’s her. But that’s because they broke her. She took 19 days to break, man. 19. Most of those slaves were broken in 3-4 days. What does that say about how strong-willed she was before? If she were well she probably wouldn’t want this. When she gets well maybe she’ll be disgusted with the shit we did when she wasn’t well and what if she hates me for it. Fuck, that’s why I hesitated, man. I didn’t want to get in deep with someone broken because if they can be fixed, how do you know how to be? How do you know you’re not keepin’ them broken?”

“You’re overthinking it. Just take cues from your girl. Lots of strong women are submissive in bed. Believe me, I’ve seen it. You see how it goes. You see how she is as she gets well and then you two decide if that’s the way you wanna keep playing.” Tommy’s eyes shot up to behind me. I looked over my shoulder.

Angel was in the doorway. She had a little frown on her face. I didn’t know how much she’d heard.

“Hey, baby,” I said hesitantly, stubbing out my cigarette. Tommy clapped me on the shoulder and then went back inside.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Get over here.” I could see by her face that she was trying to mask how she felt about whatever she’d heard of our conversation.

I pulled her against my chest and then she softly said, “If anyone can fix me, it’s you.  But if you don’t want the job, I won’t hold it against you. I really won’t. I don’t want to be a ball and chain for you.”

“Baby, I’m sorry you heard that. I already told you I was all in. I am. I wanna be. I just wanna do right by you. I feel like a heel for getting involved with you in a way that may make you later think I took advantage. You gotta see it my way. I was absolutely not going to go there with you because I didn’t wanna be like my old man. But you and me, we have something. I want this. I just want to do this right. I’m doing things blind here, baby.”

“I was always a submissive, Dare. Always. Always liked it rough and I don’t think that’ll change.”

“Okay, baby. It’s premature to talk about this but you might be different, want something different when you’re past the trauma. And if you don’t ever wanna be submissive again, it’s not a deal breaker for me. Okay? We’ll just take things a day at a time. I don’t want you thinkin’ you’ve got to be something specific to keep me happy. This relationship has two people in it. We will find our way together.”

“And I don’t want to make you be something you’re not just because I’m so broken. It’s good to know that you like it, though. I know a Dom when I see one and it comes natural to you. That makes me feel a little better about things. Please don’t feel guilty for dominating me. It’s what I want. It’s what I need.”

“Things are beautiful between us in the bedroom, Angel. I just wanna keep it that way. I don’t generally share details of my sex life, you should know, but Tommy and I, we’re close. He used to frequent the BDSM club scene and he’s been around the slave trade more than me; my experience is limited to picking you up at Kruna. He’s the closest to an authority on the subject I’ve got and he has insight here. And having advice from Lisa, too, hopefully I can help you.”

“Dare, it’s fine that you talk to others about it. It doesn’t bother me.”

Yeah, probably because she isn’t used to having any privacy where sex is concerned.

“You wanna head home?”

“Yeah, if it’s okay. They’re about to play Pictionary, I was sent to get you two for it, and I kind of feel like that’s too extroverted for me right now…”

“Yeah, uh… no to Pictionary.  It’s highly competitive in my family on any day but when that fuckin’ game comes out, the gloves come off and the Ferrano genes bleed through. My sisters are serious about their Pictionary. Serious as a heart attack.”

She chuckled.

“I like them. I like all of them.”

“Good.” I smiled at her and put my arm around her and led her back inside so we could say bye, “They like you, too. Let’s get them to wrap up some of that cake for later.”

Angel

My heart sank when I heard him talk about me being broken. I didn’t wanna be broken. I wanted to be whole. I wanted to be the girl he wanted in the bull riding video.

How did he know it took them 19 days to break me? I was shocked at hearing that it was only 3-4 days for the average Kruna slave. I felt broken on day 2 but evidently the breaking crew didn’t agree. I wondered what else Dare knew.

When we got back to his apartment I followed him into the bedroom.

“I want you to take a shower and then wait for me, in bed. Spread wide for me,” he said without looking at me and then he left the room.

I swallowed hard, feeling liquid with arousal, and did exactly what I was told.

After I got into the bed he returned to the bedroom and went to the bathroom and took a shower and then he walked in, naked, and very ready for me. My eyes traveled the length of him. His gorgeous blond hair was wet and messy. He had some scruff on his face and it was rugged and handsome. His defined chest, arms, and abs were the epitome of beauty. The sexy v that led to his cock belonged on the cover of romance novels. His cock was big, hard, beautiful. His legs were muscular. His whole body was this tanned olive tone. From what he’d said, he was three quarters Italian, a quarter Icelandic and I’d give him a total of 100% Adonis.