Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (7 page)

Despite the fact that I’d been with some good-looking men here at Kruna, some who’d even been kind enough under the circumstances, I had a different and new set of emotions swirling through me at the sight of my Master’s almost nude body. After all I’d endured looks typically meant nothing to me.  I’d learned that evil came in both beautiful
and
ugly forms. It didn’t matter. A to B. A to B. That’s all I did, not noticing looks, not feeling anything but the orgasms, on complete autopilot.

Maybe it was because I hadn’t had sex in six and a half weeks, probably the longest stretch of abstinence since I’d lost my virginity at the age of 14. Maybe it was just because this man was the one who’d get me out of here, as long as I didn’t screw it up. That body right there could also be my only source of pleasure for the rest of my life and looking at it right now, at least I’d probably never get tired of looking at it.

Dare

She was seated on the end of the bed in just my t-shirt, her hair wet and curling but the length sitting over one shoulder. She looked up at me with piercing blue eyes and what looked like desire. There was no way she was legitimately aroused at the sight of me, not when this poor girl was a sex slave. No fucking way; I must be mis-reading the tint in her complexion, the swallow, the way she’d moistened her lips and was breathing more heavily, the way her eyes had traveled from the floor to my face and then slowly back to the floor again. Or I wasn’t misreading it but she was just trained so well at it that it was all part of an act. Pop’s voice echoed in my brain.

“The perfect woman. Schooled in all the ways to please a man.”

Fuck, Pop. Why’d you do this to me?

Not perfect. Just doing what she was brainwashed to do.

I never wanted to parade in front of her in just a towel but she’d flustered me to the point I’d forgotten to bring clothes into the bathroom. And in the bathroom seeing her fucking white stockings, garter belt, white lace thong, and bra laying on the vanity… it put me even more off-balance. I reached into my suitcase and grabbed a pair of black track pants with a white stripe up the legs. I went back into the bathroom and got into them, ignoring the pile of lace on the vanity.
Fuck, this next part was gonna suck.

Maybe I should go to their gym and tell her to crash and then hope she’d be asleep by the time I returned. But I didn’t know what I’d see out there, what scumbags I’d have to have conversations with. Maybe here was better for tonight. I’d slept like shit on the flight so maybe I could actually sleep. Sleep would clear my brain for the meeting I had to attend in the morning with these scumbags.

When I had left before her bath I’d stopped into Rafe Ruiz’s office. He and that Asian woman were huddled in a deep discussion with a nude blonde slave who was on her knees between them. They halted their conversation and looked at me as I entered.

“I am a very possessive man,” was how I greeted them, “Now that I’ve collected her, no one fucks with what’s mine. No one talks to her or approaches her, and especially does not touch her without my permission. Understood?”

“We understand. Absolutely, Mr. Ferrano,” Rafe replied.

Then he spewed a bunch of crawling-up-my ass bullshit appeasing words. I avoided looking at the girl on the floor on her knees. If I looked at her I’d be tempted to beat the shit out of Ruiz and that bitch standing beside him. I wasn’t someone who ever wanted to beat the shit out of a woman but something about her vibe told me it was a case where I could make an exception.

“Goodnight,” I said and I’d left it at that and stepped outside for a quick Skype IM conversation on my cell with my brother and then I returned to the suite.

When I came back out of the bathroom I flicked the light off.

“Might as well get some shut-eye. I’m zonked from the flight.”

She hesitated and then said “Okay” softly.

I climbed into the bed under the covers and said, “You can crash.” I wasn’t sure at first why she was still sitting there at the end of the bed but then realized she was waiting for me to tell her what I wanted her to do. I reached for the lamp but she got up and then laid down on the floor beside my side of the bed before I could get the light flicked off.

“What’re you doing?” I looked down at her. She’d put her hands folded in prayer position under a cheek and was laying on the floor without a pillow or blanket. She was in my t-shirt and it had ridden up and I caught sight of the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. I pushed the unholy thoughts away, not looking, determined not to let myself feel anything but disgusted because this girl was clearly behaving the way she’d been brainwashed to behave.

She sat up quickly, “I’m so sorry. Whatever you need, Master; I wasn’t sure.” She stood up and climbed over me in the bed and while hovering over me quickly whipped the t-shirt off and laid down on her back beside me, spread eagled, totally nude.

“Whoa; what the fuck?” I was completely taken aback. I looked at the ceiling.

“Please enlighten me as to your needs, Dare. I want to make you happy.” I could sense her fear and it was escalating.

“I’m tired, Felicia. I’m in need of sleep.” She went to leave the bed. I caught her wrist, “Where are you going?”

“Would you like me to return to my room or would you like me to sleep on the floor, or?”

She looked a bit lost.

“It’s okay, chill out,” I said, looking her in the face, not looking at her body. Trying really hard to not look at her body.

“Sorry.”

“Stop fuckin’ apologizing!” I bit off.

She flinched and I felt like shit.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, looking her in the eyes.

She looked baffled.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, Felicia. Talk to me here. We need to communicate.”

“I’m just trying to figure out how to please you, Master. I’m accustomed to being directed.”

I gritted my teeth, “Just lay down and go to sleep. In the bed. I have no expectations of you right now.”

I pulled the comforter back and motioned for her to get under, trying really fucking hard to not look at her nudity. She looked shell shocked.

“What?” I snapped.

“Am I not…uh…did I do something wrong?”

I clenched my teeth and decided I needed to play things carefully here. I planned to get through this unscathed, to get out of here and then figure out our next move.

“No, Felicia. Nothing’s wrong. I’m tired from the trip. We’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted better later.” There, that should do it.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of you, Dare?” she asked huskily and the change in her tone made the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck rise.

“I’m good.” I mumbled, “Put the t-shirt back on.”

She reached over and found it. I flicked the lamp off and squeezed my eyes shut tight. I rolled over so my back was to her.

Felicia

It didn’t take me long to fall asleep. The bed was soft and felt like it was hugging me. And his presence, it did something to me, something I couldn’t put my finger on. My mind was almost buzzing but it was like it was all white noise, muffled, unintelligible.

I occasionally slept in beds with patrons but normally when it happened I was totally exhausted, completely spent by the time I fell asleep. Not tonight. He hadn’t wanted any sexual favors.  He fed me, walked me, let me take a bubble bath, and then clothed me and let me sleep beside him in a soft bed.  He was handsome. He was young and virile. So what was wrong with him? He was angry. What else? He’d have no problem finding a woman so maybe he had very dark carnal tastes. I’d had dark; boy had I had dark. How dark would
he
be?

As I fell asleep I held onto the idea not of hope of a happily ever after but hope of being off this continent. Him taking me away from here could mean anything. He might be twisted and sick. I might end up cold in the ground and pushing up daisies.  But I had worked so hard to get to this moment and I wanted with all my being for it to
not
be all for naught. Just about anything was better than here.

I didn’t dare hope for normalcy; all of that had been programmed away. I wasn’t an individual with rights and freedoms; I was a slave. But I hoped that I could, I don’t know, cope maybe? Maybe being away from here would make that easier. Maybe not. But maybe.

**  ** **

I slept well. I slept like a baby. And when I woke up he was spooning me. Spooning me, for heaven’s sake. It was the oddest feeling to wake up like that. I felt strangely protected, claimed. It was wonderful. I was smiling big, smiling bigger than I could remember smiling in a really long time.

He was warm, his body hard and strong, he smelled really really good, and he was erect against my naked backside. The t-shirt had ridden up above my navel. I found myself pressing back against him, wiggling in, basking in that feeling of being cocooned by him. He started to rock against me. I twisted my neck to sneak a peek at his face and he was asleep but gently humping my backside. My smile probably got bigger because my cheeks were now hurting.

Okay, so he wasn’t impotent. I’d recently had to entertain a much older man who was impotent and who got rather angry when we couldn’t get things working. I don’t know why he thought I’d be some miracle worker when it was clearly a medical issue. I’d wound up with a black eye after that session because the old geezer was so frustrated with my inability to help him maintain an erection. Thankfully I hadn’t gotten punished for that. The Kruna cameras told them the story; they knew it wasn’t my fault. It was one of the rare occasions I’d been treated fairly --- if you could call it that.

I knew I was in a room without cameras, a VIP perk, and this lack of being watched was strange. When Dare didn’t touch me last night I wasn’t sure if he was uninterested in me and planned to knock me back for an exchange or if maybe there was a medical thing happening.  If so, it wasn’t happening in his sleep, that was for sure.

One of his hands glided up my thigh to my hip and his other arm slid under me and then around my chest to grasp my shoulder. He pulled me tight against him. I was still peeking over my shoulder, watching him do this in his sleep but as he rolled his hips against me I started to rock with him and his cock was directly against my crack and so I clenched my cheeks. He was big. Nice. He let out a little groan and his sleeping face was looking very sexy, very aroused. But then his eyes opened slowly and he glanced at me for a split second and then he winced and backed away.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

I was now on my back, looking at him and he was standing up.

Dare

She was laying there looking gorgeous with her copper hair wavy and fanned across the pillow and her eyes sleepy and a sexy smile on her face.

I’d gotten instantly to my feet. Her eyes landed on my groin. I had a raging hard-on. Fuck! I stumbled to the bathroom and slammed the door. Fuck! I punched the wall, breaking the drywall with my fist.

When I came back out she was still in the bed, blankets pulled up to her armpits and she was looking at me with fear on her face. I hadn’t meant to scare her. I needed to get us outta here so I could tell her the truth. But it’d have to wait.

I sat on the edge of the bed, “Don’t be afraid.” I reached over and touched her face with the palm of my hand. Her eyes moved over my face and she gave me a little nod. Then she flung the blankets back and spread her legs wide, took the t-shirt and whipped it over her head. She was naked and spread eagled. Again.

Damn it. This chick was definitely damaged. I was not taking advantage of this.

“Felicia,” I looked at her disapprovingly.

Fuck she was beautiful. Slim and toned. Great tits, long legs, fully waxed pussy, no landing strip. Blue gems peeking from her belly button. I had gone soft as I punched the hole in the bathroom wall but of course at that sight my dick had a mind of its own.

“Please, Master. Let me take care of that for you,” she whispered, looking down at my groin, “I’m ready for you.” She reached down and spread her folds apart with her hand splayed and her middle and ring fingers parting those folds and she was ready alright. She was glistening.  I let out a slow breath.

“Not here,” I said, having trouble taking my eyes off her pussy. I tore them away and looked at her face. I was shaking my head and skimming my teeth across my bottom lip.

She moistened her lips with her tongue and looked at me flirtatiously.

“Not here, Felicia. I wanna get us home.” I tried to push my anger away.

Something flashed in her eyes and it just about knocked me over. Maybe the word
home
was having some sort of effect on her. She looked lost, in pain, her lower lip started to tremble and then she seemed to pull herself together.

I took the comforter and covered her up.

I lifted the phone off the base and hit 252. Rafe Ruiz answered on the first ring,

“Mr. Ferrano! How are you this morning? Is everything to your liking so far?”

“Very much so,” I said, “Please have Felicia’s things sent to my room so she can get dressed.”

“Immediately, Sir. Will you be dining in your suite or in the dining room for breakfast?”