Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (6 page)

“Meaning?” Dare looked down at Rafe and he looked pissed off.

“Felicia’s attire. Do you have any requirements?”

“I don’t,” Dare replied and then added, “In fact, I’d like to leave tomorrow after my meeting with Chen so if you can have her things packed and arrange transportation to the airport that’d be appreciated.”

“Mr. Ferrano,” Rafe said, looking like he was choosing his words carefully, “We highly recommend you stay at least until the day after tomorrow. We’d be happy for you to stay even longer, as long as you like, but we recommend staying at least that long. And we’re happy to arrange for transportation when you’re ready to go but I urge you to consider staying at least one more day.”

“And why is that?” Dare looked down at Rafe and Rafe looked intimidated. I suppressed the urge to enjoy what I was seeing, worried it might show on my face. Rafe wasn’t the worst guy around here but who he was in front of patrons wasn’t who we was when he was pissed off. I hadn’t had a direct punishment from him since being broken but I had seen him give them out and he could wield a whip like nobody’s business.

“We find that optimally, Sir, a Master should spend at least a few nights here at the resort with his acquisition. We want you to get acquainted with Felicia while you have an opportunity to notify us of any corrections you want made. We can also help you plan to ensure your fiancé seamlessly transitions into her new life.  We usually keep her for thirty days as a minimum and then you return to inspect and then pick her up.”

“What if she’s fine as is?”

“Many patrons are happy with their acquisition because of the painstaking preparation we’ve already taken. If the Master prefers to complete his own training we absolutely respect that. She is already yours. We have no rights to put rules forth regarding your property. She is already your property. But in a scenario such as yours where she will be integrated into your life in a marital capacity…see she hasn’t been off the resort yet and we would normally run a few trials to integrate her into life outside Kruna and find that it’s often helpful when masters to utilize our services to---”

Dare cut him off, “Oh, I’ll be completing her training, alright. I’m looking forward to it.” I glanced at him and saw a glimmer in his eye that made my heart skip a beat. He eyed me from head to toe and then he smirked. His eyes heated and I felt a swish of heat between my legs while at the same time fought back fear. Cleo and Rafe appeared to see it too.  Cleo got a sickeningly satisfied smile on her face.

“Very well, Mr. Ferrano. It’s your choice, of course, we know you are a very busy man. We just like to see that your acquisition is suitably prepared, so that you’ll be happy in every way.”

“I suspect I will be.” He glanced at me, “Are you worried she won’t behave?”

“Absolutely not! Felicia is exceptional. She---”

“Because I’m eager to complete her training. She
will
behave. No concerns there.” The gleam in his eyes made my blood run cold.

“We have no concerns, Sir, otherwise she wouldn’t be with you right now. We chose very carefully and matched her specifically to your needs. We still recommend you stay tomorrow night if possible so that if there are any inadequacies or you have major issues we have an opportunity to address them or if needed swap out your Felicia for another. If you opt for another, we again recommend at least 48 hours on site for you to assess…”

“Fine. I’ll stay the extra day. But that’s a maximum. I have things at home to see to. And I’ll let you know if any changes need to be made.” Dare cut him off again.

“Excellent. So, should you require any assistance this evening please do not hesitate to contact me personally at extension 252. If I’m to be away from my phone I will forward it to someone else who can handle anything that arises for you. Perhaps we can meet for or after breakfast. Mr. Chen would like me to accompany him while he gives you a tour of Kruna.”

“Fine.” Dario strolled to the door and opened it and then motioned toward the open doorway, making no bones about his desire for them to leave.

Two housekeeping staff members came in at that point and efficiently cleared away the contents of the table and then the table and chairs. I’d risen to my feet so they could take the chair and looked to the floor but said, “Master, may I speak?”

“Speak,” he answered.

“Where would you like me?”

“Sit.” I looked up at him and he motioned to the bed. Then he shut the door and locked it. Cleo and Rafe were standing directly outside the door. After the door was locked he turned and looked at me. His expression was sort of grave.

He loosened his tie, then took it and his suit jacket off. I stared straight ahead and waited.

Dare

There was an awkward tension in the room and I wasn’t sure what to do with it. This whole fucking situation was turning my stomach. I was trying to keep it together, not tip them off, not tip her off, in case a) she did something to tip them off due to being suspicious or b) the room was bugged. I just wanted the fuck outta here. It was still early, too early to crash for the night.

“Felicia, wanna take a walk?” I asked and rolled my sleeves up to the elbows and undid the top two buttons of my shirt. I needed air and away from here for a bit. And for some reason I didn’t trust leaving her here when those two could come back in. I didn’t want them to even breathe on her. Sick fucking scumbags.

She got to her feet, “That sounds wonderful…”

That hung like she was going to add a Sir or a Master. As we left the room I cocked my elbow and she took my arm.

I hadn’t seen much of the resort so far since I’d acted anxious to be alone with my slave. We weren’t far down the hall, which looked like your garden variety hallway in any high-end resort, when I spotted a tall and thin redheaded man in his 40’s walking with a woman on a leash. She was an exotic-looking young Somalian woman, crawling behind him on her hands and knees, topless, wearing just a black thong. Felicia was oblivious. I tried to hold my expression stoic. I suspected these halls had cameras, too.  I didn’t know whether my suite did or not but was acting on the suspicion that it did. I had asked earlier and was told that many suites were outfitted with surveillance equipment only to keep an eye on things but that VIPs and company stakeholders were not included. Because they didn’t know me yet I wouldn’t trust that was true. I wasn’t letting my guard down.

We passed another couple but they were walking hand in hand, dressed to the nines. The woman had a silver choker necklace on her throat with two bands crusted with rubies.

We stepped outside and it was a gorgeous night. The sun was setting, we were on a sandy beach and anyone whose mind was clear enough to notice would’ve thought it was a breathtaking sight. But me? I wanted the fuck outta here. She struggled a little through the sand with her high heels so we switched to a boardwalk that extended in one direction what looked like pretty far.

“Where did you grow up?” I asked her, “Alaska?”

Her eyes widened.

“How’d you get here?” I asked right after that, not giving her a chance to answer my first question.

She went pale.

“Forget it. We can discuss that later,” I quickened my pace. I fought the urge to tell her the truth so I could put her mind at ease.

She kept pace with me.

I was fuming at the whole situation and I couldn’t seem to rein it in. We walked for a bit and then we were at the boundary of the property way too soon. I lit a smoke and inhaled deeply, leaning against the fence, looking at her.

She stood uncomfortably in front of me, looking down. I gazed out at the water, taking my time to finish it, and then when I put the cigarette out I grabbed her hand and we walked back to the resort. By the time we were back, the sun had disappeared completely.

Felicia

By the time we got back to the building after our walk my heart was thumping wildly against my chest because as time wore on Dare seemed more and more angry. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong and I was not looking forward to being alone with him. He’d asked me personal questions, which was odd, but he never gave me a chance to answer them. I’d been relieved though, because I didn’t want to answer them. No other patrons had asked those sorts of questions. They almost never asked any questions. That would intimate we were people with thoughts and feelings. As if.

When we got back inside the suite he said, “I need to make a few calls so I’m gonna step back outside. Maybe you can take a bubble bath or something, watch TV. I’ll be back soon.”

“Yes, Sir.”
Oops.

He rolled his eyes at me and then he was gone.

** ** **

It had been a very long time since I’d had a luxurious bubble bath alone. I’d had duties to perform in pools and baths plenty of times but a long bath on my own? It had been too long since I’d had that kind of luxury. It was decadent.

There was a knock on the door.
Oh no
. I hit the switch to turn the jets off.

“Yes?”

“You okay?” It was Dare’s voice.

“Yes, Master!” I called out.

“I’ve been back ages and you were still in there so I wanted to make sure you didn’t fall asleep in the tub or something.”

“I’m coming now. Sorry, Sir. Uh, Dare,” I called out and quickly pulled the plug.

Darn. There was nothing in here for me to dress with. I didn’t know what to do. Normally there were provisions for an evening with a patron or if I was expected to be without clothes for the duration of the assignment I’d be informed of that.  This, however, wasn’t an ordinary evening with a patron. This wasn’t an assignment. This was my new Master, a man who I’d been told would become my husband. I dried quickly and wrapped myself in a towel.  I stepped hesitantly into the room and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, elbows propped on his knees. My scalp prickled.

“I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting, Master. But … I haven’t brought anything to wear, would you like me clothed or unclothed?”

He got to his feet and rubbed the heels of his hands over his eyes, looking frustrated. He reached into the closet where his suitcase sat on a stand and pulled out a white cotton t-shirt.

“Will this do?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“What else you need?”

“Hairbrush?” I asked.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a shaving bag.

“Use whatever you need,” he said impatiently, not looking at me.

“Thank you. You can, if you prefer me dressed, request that my things are sent here.”

He nodded, “Tomorrow. I don’t wanna deal with anyone else tonight.”

I gave him a nod, even though he still wasn’t looking at me, and reentered the bathroom. I brushed my teeth with a new toothbrush that was stocked in all the rooms with the other toiletries. Then I swished mouthwash and towel dried my hair some more and then brushed it with Dare’s hairbrush. As I did I thought about the fact that he and I would share things like this going forward as husband and wife.

I got into his t-shirt and it covered just below my bottom. The shirt smelled like fabric softener, like Downy April Fresh, the one I’d used back home. It was a scent I hadn’t had in my nostrils since arriving. I closed my eyes as I inhaled it but then the scent soured in my body, reminding me of all I’d lost. I pushed the thoughts away and walked slowly out to the room and he was coming in from the small balcony, putting his cigarette case and lighter down on the bedside table.

“Grabbin’ a shower,” he told me as he passed me.

“Sir?” I asked.

He gritted his teeth, “Enough with the Sir. Fuck.”

“I apologize.”

“Stop apologizing.”

I clamped my mouth shut, unsure of how to reply.

“What did you need?” he asked, impatiently.

“Nothing, Master.”

He rolled his eyes and disappeared into the bathroom. I had been about to ask where he wanted me to wait for him, on the floor, in the bed, etc. But at his reaction to the Sir and the apology I decided to just wait and see.

I sat on the edge of the bed where I’d waited for him when he first arrived and stayed there until he came back out. I wish I knew what he wanted. A few simple orders and I’d easily be able to fit the role. But with no direction and all that was at stake I was afraid I’d muck it all up. I waited, trying to get my head together.

He wore a suit well.  But wow, he also wore a bath towel well. That’s all he was in, a short towel around his waist and he was muscled: arms, legs, chiseled abs, the sexiest shoulders I think I’d ever seen. He was tanned and he was delicious-looking.  My mouth went dry at the sight of him.  It had been a long time since I’d felt any sort of arousal
before
the act of being with someone. I did my job well during those acts, managed to provide enough moisture to make penetration not hurt at the start, and I always got into it, to fulfill my end. But until right now I don’t think I ever, since arriving here, felt arousal
before
it was time to get into it and had no other choice but to turn my body on with an order from my mind because it knew what was next and what was expected of me.