Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (37 page)

“You’re in charge, baby,” I breathed, while continuing to come hard. Then not long later, we were snuggled up together falling asleep.

“Hey?” I whispered, kissing his owl tattoo.

“Hmm?” he replied.

“You owe me a dollar.”

He laughed and then he kissed me breathless.

** ** **

We hadn’t wanted to come back to the city so soon but found out that a) there was potential trouble brewing to do with Dario’s relationship and the sex slave resort and b) Lisa had lost her baby and was home. Tommy needed me locked down and safe while he helped Dare ensure that whatever threat there might be was neutralized, if needed, and I needed to be there for a member of our family if she needed me.

When we got back to the house Lisa, Luc, and Tessa were all in the family room. I didn’t see Sarah and none of the kids were around so I assumed Sarah had them out somewhere.

Lisa was sitting on the sofa under a fleece blanket and her eyes were red. I stepped into the room and went to go to her but Tommy came in behind me and also went to approach her.

“Noooo!” Lisa screamed and pointed at Tommy, her beautiful face contorted into an ugly hate-filled scowl, “Get away from me!” She threw the blanket and dashed from the room, slamming the door of a nearby bathroom. Smashing glass was the next sound we heard and Tommy pounded on the door, “Lisa!”

“Youuuuuuuu!!!” she hollered from the other side of the door.

Tommy backed away, looking ashen. I knew, then, that she blamed Tommy for the loss of her baby and I could only guess that she was stressed at seeing him. The way she’d acted when she saw him the morning after we’d arrived? I had a horrible sinking feeling.

“Tommy, you go. We’ll settle her down. Be safe.” I kissed him. He gave me a little nod, gave me a squeeze, and left, looking visibly rattled.

It took a long time for her to come out. When she did me, Tess, and Luc were sitting with a pot of tea, talking softly. No one was saying what we were all thinking. We’d just sat quietly while the girls asked me where we were and where I’d told them a bit about the farmhouse and the surprise Tommy’d given me.

Lisa emerged from the powder room, finally, and she glared at me,

“He killed my husband. I know he did. You know he did. We all know it. I want you to tell me exactly what happened.”

Oh shit.

Dare

Gan Chen arrived at 12:noon sharp. Leanne, my receptionist, saw him in and offered refreshments. He was with two men, one Asian and one who looked Italian. Bodyguards.  I was packing heat but had no one at my back. I had Zack and three of his guys in the boardroom and Zack was listening on an intercom and recording the meeting.

Gan declined the refreshment offer and I told Leanne not to allow anyone to interrupt us.

I reached for his hand and he shook it. He asked his men to wait in the waiting room and to leave us alone. I guess he’d assessed my office and felt safe enough to converse with just me.

“How are things, Dario?”

“No complaints,” I said.

“And your Felicia?”

“Keeping me busy,” I smirked.

“I gathered that. No transition training? That’s taking a challenging road.”

I shrugged, “I guess I was a little anxious to get her home. She’s somethin’.”

He smiled, looking pleased, “Your father said you’d never taken a slave before but that you’d be a natural. If you are having any difficulties but don’t want to have anyone else work on the training I’m happy to give you advice. Any time. I, too, prefer to train my own girls. Once I bond with a girl it’s hard to imagine anyone else giving her a correction. I think you and I are probably alike in that regard.”

I forced a smirk, “Sounds like it. Thanks for the offer of advice.”

“I’ve spent time with your Felicia. She loves to be spanked. Throw in a little face slapping, too. She responds exceptionally well to that. It’s better to use spanking as a reward than a punishment. If you want to punish her, withhold…”

I cut him off by saying, “Thanks Gan, but let’s not go there. I’ve grown attached very quickly and the idea of anyone else spending time with her, even prior to her becoming mine, it gets me riled. I’d hate to put our relationship in jeopardy but I know me.”

He waved his hand, “Absolutely. Let us carefully back up.”

I poured two glasses of vodka from the sidebar behind my desk, “Five o’clock somewhere, right?” I needed that drink during this conversation like I needed my next breath.

“I’m still on Thai time so let’s.”

“Salut.”

He and I raised glasses and drank.

“So Gan, not to dampen the mood but please tell me more about why you’re here. This Jason situation? What can I do to help?”

Gan took a breath, “He and Felicia were in a relationship prior to her becoming a Kruna asset. For a variety of reasons, most due to potential security breaches that we foresaw with his relationship with her, he was cut out of her life and she was brought in. Jason’s uncle was an important partner. He took control of Felicia and kept her for himself for the first several months she was with us. He did that mostly to punish Jason and so made his escapades with Felicia very obvious to Jason. It was ugly.”

Gan shook his head in memory, “He mysteriously died and we suspect but cannot prove that Jason had a hand in poisoning him. After Donavan’s death Jason tried to acquire her from us a number of times, which myself and the other partners decided was a bad idea.  He started to get pushy and this was around the time your father expressed interest in helping you acquire. Felicia met the specifications and we decided it was serendipitous as we’d meet your needs, help your father, and remove this pesky problem. If she was no longer available Jason would cease to be a pest. See, if he’d been anyone else it wouldn’t have gotten that far but Jason’s grandmother is a senator. She’s very aware of our resort, one of our original seed partners, in fact, but not involved in the past decade. Unfortunately, he got emotional when he discovered she’d been sold. He did some research and got someone to turn over information and found out where she went. We had a breach of trust at the resort but that breach is in the midst of being dealt with. This is not something that typically happens; I want you to know how seriously security and privacy are handled. As a result, we’re here to apprehend him. He’s enough of a thorn in our sides now that he is a thorn that will need to be forcefully extricated from our sides.”

“What can I do to help?” I asked.

“For the moment, just be watchful. We expect to have him apprehended within 24 hours.”

Tia

“I think you need to have a conversation with Tommy, Lisa.” I said.

“No. You tell me. What happened after Tom’s guys drove off with you?”

“You need to get those hands bandaged,” Luc said, “You’re bleeding. You might even need stiches.”

Tessa dashed into the bathroom and then came back out looking horrified, shaking her head at me. Lisa had obviously hit the mirror or something.

My phone rang; it was Dex.

“I’m outside, Tia, but Tommy’s gonna be there in two minutes. He wants you to tell the girls all to go to their rooms. Separately.  Luc with Tessa. He wants you in your bedroom, too.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Those are the orders, Tia.” Dex replied, “Need me to come in and enforce?”

“I think I’ll be okay. Thanks, Dex.” I hung up.

“Tell me,” Lisa said, “I want to know exactly how it happened. I need to know.”

“Lisa, I’m sorry but I have orders that we’re all to wait in our bedrooms. Separately. Luc, can you please go to Tessa’s room?”

Luc and Tessa both looked confused. Tessa had a broom and dustpan and started to head toward the bathroom.

“Guys!” I exclaimed, “Seriously. We’re under some kind of threat right now. You know we’re on lockdown. We need to follow Tommy’s orders and go to our rooms. I’m sure there’s a reason for this.”

Tommy was already coming in the doorway, “What the fuck did I say?” He looked incredulously at me and at the others. Lisa was standing by the sofa looking at Tommy with hatred on her face.

“Go!” he shouted to his sisters. They both started to go.

“You killed my husband, didn’t you?” Lisa said and the sisters both stopped in their tracks and stared at Lisa and then looked to Tommy for a reply.

“Go.” Tommy repeated softly to his sisters, through clenched teeth.

“Lisa…” I started.

“Tia, stop,” Tommy said.

I looked to him and didn’t know if I should stay or go.

I stood there and waited.

“I loved him,” Lisa started to cry.

Tommy started, “You don’t want to have this conversation. Trust me.”

“And at least I was going to have a piece of him, you know? But now my baby is dead and so is my piece of him.”

“I’m sorry you lost the baby. You need to chill out, though, Lisa. You need---”

“I need to know what happened.”

“Fuck.” Tommy’s face was so filled with pain it hurt me like a physical blow.

Lisa sobbed, “I tried to forget, I tried to bury the pain like I bury all my emotions but I just keep feeling. I keep feeling so much,” she looked at me, trying to explain herself.

“He tried to kill us.” I blurted, “Tommy had no choice.”

“Tia,” Tommy stared at me and shot daggers from his eyes.

I continued anyway, “It was self-defence, Lisa. It was. Tom had me taken to that cabin and he was going to kill me in front of Tommy. He was going to kill Tommy, too. It was self-defence. It was like a quick draw race. Tom was about to shoot and Tommy drew on him to save us.”

“Tia, shut it.”

“No Tommy, it was. You need to hear this, too. You did the only thing you could’ve done. Lisa, he’s not sleeping. He’s tormented. He is in so much pain over losing his father but it’s not his fault. It’s Tom’s fault. You loved Tom and I’m sorry but Tommy loved him, too. Tom did this, not Tommy.”

Lisa covered her face and fell to the floor and wept into her hands. I went to her and put an arm around her. She cried into my shoulder and put her arms around me.

I looked up to Tommy’s face and he was staring at the ceiling, flexing his jaw. I looked past him and saw that his sisters were in the doorway.

“Tommy?” I called out. He turned around and put his fist into the wall. I jolted. Then he did it again. Then he stormed past his sisters and he left the house, slamming the door on his way out.

Angel

“Roll over,” Dare told me and I rolled to my belly. It was late and I’d fallen asleep waiting for him through an endless day of worrying about him. He’d carried me upstairs just like last night, just like most nights, and as usual, it was a wonderful way to wake up.

He pulled my yoga pants down and off. He took my socks off. Then he pulled my hoodie and tank top off, leaving me in a white bra and white lace thong. He made a deep Mmm sound that reverberated all through me, making goosebumps rise.

His hand was on my ankle. He caressed it. Then his hand moved up to behind my knee. I felt his lips on my behind and he kissed upwards, slowly, kissing the small of my back, my spine, my shoulder, my neck.  He swept my hair to one side and then said, “Up, on your knees. Cheek stays on the pillow.”

I put my rear up in the air and then felt both of his hands on me, caressing up my legs toward my bottom and then grasping my hips.

“My beautiful angel,” he said and I looked back at him in the lamplight of the room. He was still fully clothed in a suit and tie and looking at me with passion.

I smiled at him, “I love being yours. It feels like I was born to be yours.”

His expression went heated, so heated. He leaned over and whispered, “You were.” and then his lips touched mine and his tongue swept in.

One of his hands was kneading a breast and the other was gripping my ass.  I was waiting, hoping. And then my hopes came true because the hand on my ass left it and then came back with a whack. I groaned right into his mouth. He whacked it again and I whimpered. Then his fingers dipped between my cheeks and down and then Dare found how wet I was. Dripping wet. I got flipped and then I was on my back and his fingers were between my legs, his mouth on a breast and he sucked deep while also pushing two fingers deep. I had goosebumps all over my body. I was panting. I wanted to touch him.

“May I touch you?”

“No. Lay on your back. Hands above your head. Hold the headboard.”

I did. I lost his fingers. I lost his mouth, but then I caught sight of him undressing, taking off his button-up shirt, taking off his suit pants. He ran his fingers through his hair with both hands and then his warm strong hands were on my knees, lifting them up and opening my legs wide. His head descended right between my legs and his tongue hit the bullseye immediately. I let go of the headboard and grabbed his hair and moaned. His head lifted and he slapped my leg and then grabbed my face, “I said hold the headboard. Don’t let go.”

Holy fuck. Holy fuck, fuck, fuck. I was gonna come without him even touching me.