Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (43 page)

Interpol.
Fuck.

“We need to take custody of your prisoner,” the ID-flashing guy said.

I looked to Zack.

“We need to talk,” he said.

“I’ll say we do…” I replied.

“Step aside, boys,” I said to my guys and then watched as they took custody of Frost.

Zack and I had a little chat before he left. He told me we needed to talk in the morning, that he had a lot to explain, asked me not to jump to conclusions, and then he left with them.  To say I was pissed would be putting it mildly. I went in the house and stared at Frost’s laptop, sitting on the table. I bet Interpol would love to get their hands on that. I texted Nino and he came in from outside and I handed it to him and told him to leave with it, to put it some place safe.

“What was that scene all about?” he asked me.

“Don’t know yet; guess we’ll find out.” I answered and then went in and phoned Tommy with a quick low-down. He replied that we couldn’t do much but wait for more intel from Zack unless we wanted to jump ship in the middle of the night. I agreed that if we were gonna be arrested we’d be in custody now so we’d wait. I went up and found her asleep. I climbed in and did nothing but stare at the ceiling for the rest of the night, listening to her breathe, pondering everything going on in my life.

In the morning I got a text from Zack addressed to me and my brother telling us that he had to leave town for a few days but would meet with us when he got back. He said it was important, he knew that he had a lot of explaining to do, but asked that we trust him. He referred us to his partner, a guy named Hal, who could help with any PI / security needs until he was back. He told me to tell Kruna that I’d taken out Jason Frost, that he was dead.

I was not happy. I didn’t know if Zack was a fed or if the feds were gonna be back to discuss Jason Frost or everything else further. I didn’t know if we should just stay vigilant or if we should take off.  It didn’t sit well.

We packed up and headed back to the condo. She was quiet all the way back.

I took her upstairs and then told her I was stepping out for a few hours,

“Do you want me to have someone come sit with you?”

She shook her head.

“I’ll be back soon,” I left.

Angel

He’d been distant that day. I didn’t know the status with Jason. I didn’t know what was on his mind, I didn’t know much.

He left the apartment and I curled up on a sofa under a blanket and watched cartoons.

Much later, he was back. He kissed me hello and then went to his den and was gone for a long time.  I fell asleep on the sofa, hoping he’d carry me to bed but at four a.m, I woke up on the sofa and he was asleep in the bed. My heart ached. I went back to the sofa and couldn’t fall back to sleep.

The sun came up and I smelled coffee. I sat up and he was in the kitchen,

“Hey,” he said, “Why’re you out here?” He sipped his coffee. He looked ready for the office, dressed in a dark blue suit.

“I fell asleep, I guess,” I muttered and went to the bathroom. When I came out he was on the phone and gathering up his keys and heading out the door. I stepped to the island and he rushed back over, still talking on the phone, telling someone off by the sounds of it, saying “I don’t fucking think so! Find out where he went!” and he kissed me quickly and then he left.

I stood there for I don’t know how long, sadness enveloping me.  Did something change with him and I? Did he feel differently about me now? What was going on? Did Jason get away or something like that?

Angel

He came home late. I heard him come in. I was on the sofa in the dark and he walked right by me, heading straight to the master bedroom. I held the tears back.  A few minutes later I saw a light go on in the hall, maybe the den. Then I felt his presence. He sat on the edge of the sofa, “Hey, baby?”

My throat and chest twinged and I had trouble swallowing.

“Angel?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doin’ out here again?” I guess he hadn’t seen me.

Words wouldn’t form on my tongue. He hefted me up into his arms and carried me to his bed and I wanted to fall apart; I felt such relief. My back landed on the soft mattress and then his lips were on mine. His hand touched my face, “Why’re you crying, my baby? What’s wrong?”

He sounded so gentle, so concerned. A sob tore out of me.

He flipped us so that he was on his back and I was on him and he held me close, “Talk to me.”

I shook my head and kept crying into his chest.

“Babe?”

“You left me on the sofa last night so I thought you didn’t care and I…”

“Huh?”

“You always carry me to bed and last night you didn’t and so I thought you didn’t care…”

“Baby last night I don’t even remember hitting the bed I was so zonked. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you weren’t there. Shit. Do you wait for me on the sofa on purpose all the time?”

I felt stupid. Stupid and needy. Why did he even want me?

“Angel?”

“Kind of.”

“Why, baby?”

“That first time you carried me to bed I’d fantasized about that before it happened and then you did it. And it was beautiful. And then the next night I didn’t want to presume to climb into your bed and you did it again. And the other times were just flukes most of the time but last night you felt distant and I wanted you to carry me, so you wouldn’t feel distant, and you didn’t and I…” I didn’t know how to finish.

“Thought we were havin’ problems? Thought I was pulling away?”

“The K-kruna stuff is so ugly, Dare. I started to wonder if you knew more, if you’d seen Jason’s tapes. If you knew how bad, how dirty I am.”

“What?”

“I’m tainted. I’m dirty. I’m too dirty for you.” Too needy, too broken.

“What the fuck? You can’t be serious.”

I sobbed.

“I haven’t watched any of Jason’s tapes. I wouldn’t ever watch them. Never. I’m not some sick fuck who gets off on watching people hurt you. That motherfucker is whacked, baby. I wouldn’t ever watch them. And if someone tied me down and
made
me watch them it would not ever mean that I’d look at you as dirty. You’re not dirty, baby.”

“I am.”

“You’re not!” he said fiercely, “Tell me. Tell me all of it and you’ll know it won’t affect how I feel.”

“It will.”

“It won’t.”

“It has to.”

“Try me.”

“Fine. Wanna hear how they waterboarded me for hours with seawater? Do you know what torture waterboarding is? It meant I never wanted to be in water again. I panicked for months even in the shower, Dare.”

“Baby.”

I snapped.

“It’s torture, Dare.  But that doesn’t make me dirty, that just makes me messed up in the head. Need to know the details of being locked in the dark with a rabid priapic monster for four days while he fucked me repeatedly in every hole, not feeding me, not giving me more than a few sips of water per day and the only other thing I had to drink was his cum?”

His eyes were hard and he was working his jaw muscle.

“Wanna hear how I got my mouth washed out with piss for swearing at a trainer?”

“Okay, enough.”

“No. Not nearly enough. You didn’t really know what you were asking for but I’ll tell you what you need to know. ‘Cause you
need
to know how I got tortured for hours with vibrators tied to me in punishment for making myself come, how my ass bled for two days after being double anal penetrated by two men. Do you
really
wanna know about me being suspended upside down and hog tied while no less than a dozen men took turns fucking my mouth? And don’t even get me started on Jason’s Uncle. You want a play-by-play?”

“Stop.”

“No, I thought you wanted to know the truth, Dare. Does all that help you feel like you know me better?  How about I tell you how I felt when they finally broke me by doing all sorts of horrendous things to me after over more than two weeks, almost three, and the final breaking straw was them showing me that they had my 15 year old sister hog tied in a cargo plane and in the photo frame were no less than seven naked penises surrounding my blindfolded child of a sister and they were about to take her virginity on camera and make me watch if I didn’t finally give in. They were then going to bring her here and make me watch them do to her all the things they’d done to me and they threatened to tie a Hitachi between my legs so I’d have no choice but to come over and over while I watched them ruin her. Now that you know that stuff, that stuff that only gives you the quick and dirty, only the highlights of things that were done to me while they were breaking me, tell me, Master…how filthy and tarnished am I to you now? You can’t tell me you’d even think of making such a broken, dirty, ruined shell of a woman the mother of your babies. Right? Am I right?”

“Shut it. On your knees in front of me right fucking now.” He was completely furious.

I wanted to ask, “What?” but I didn’t dare. I stared at him for a beat and the look on his face was scary. Crazy scary. He pointed to the floor, a scowl on his face.

“Now!” he yelled and I dropped to my knees in front of him and stared at his feet. My heart hammered hard in my chest.

He dropped to his knees too, surprising me. Then he spoke and he did it softly, “I
do
want to know everything. I want you to know everything, too. All
my
secrets. Believe me, I feel dirty sometimes, too, baby. But I want you to own me, too. So, here.” He pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket and spilled the contents on the rug between us.

It was a folded piece of paper and two ring boxes.

“Marriage license. Wedding rings. I was planning to do this with hearts and flowers and some romantic grand gesture but you need to know right here, right now that I’m all in, no matter what, Angel.”

I choked on a sob. He wasn’t done.

“Will you own
me
? Let me be yours, your husband? Will you be my wife, make babies with me, lay on my belly and let me feed you fried spaghetti while we watch sports? Will you let me try to be what you need, whether that’s to be your Master, your equal, a bit of both, whatever helps you feel safe? I want everything you have to give me and that includes your truth so that I can help you through healing from it. Will you be what I need, too? Sweet, beautiful, funny, submissive, wild? I want it all.”

I did a face plant into his chest and his arms came around me.  I felt his fingers in my hair.

“You can heal, baby. You are resilient. I know you are. You’re all I want and all I need and that’s despite what they did to you. I look fucking forward to watching more of that experience peel away. It’ll always be with you but it doesn’t have to cover you. I will do my fucking best to be all you need. You, Angelica Elizabeth Macleod, my Angel, need to be the mother of my babies. No one else. You. I want to keep seeing your spirit shine through, I want to have thousands of hours with your legs wrapped around me, I want redheaded or blond baby boys and girls that look like a perfect mix of me and you. I want you, your sexy white lace, your cowboy hat, and everything in between. I want to make you feel safe, collar, no collar, whatever you want, whatever
you
need.”

He let go of me, reached to the floor, and then he opened a ring box and showed me a man’s platinum band with the inner inscription, “Owned by an Angel” with a tiny pair of engraved wings. And then he showed me the other ring box’s contents, it had a big diamond ring and beside it was a blue sapphire crusted eternity band with three rows of gems. “I had a jeweler friend take apart that first collar and make that for you. At first I never wanted to see it again but it’s part of our story, our truth, my baby.”

I choked on a sob, “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“I know we have a long road ahead for you to heal but I want to walk that road with you. I want to help you heal. I have all the patience in the world for that because you’re my end game, Angel. You’re
it
for me. Will you marry me? Before you answer, I know you’re feeling broken. I know this probably goes against what any therapist would recommend, but you’re mine. I’m yours. Marry me?”

“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you. I would be the luckiest girl in the world to make a family with you. Do you know why?”

“Why?” He smiled at me.

“Not because you’re my Master. Not because you own me. But because when you took a wet pile of dirt and formed it into a castle in front of my very eyes it was then that I knew that you could build, with your hands, a place where I’d
want
to live for the rest of my life. You did that. You brought a broken girl back to life. You took a wet pile of dirt and formed it into a castle for me, Dare. You did this with your bare hands. With those hands you also took a broken girl and you glued her back together, too. I want to spend the rest of my life making your dreams come true. All of them.”

“I love you,” he said and then his lips touched mine as he slid the engagement ring on my finger.