Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (8 page)

“My suite,” I said. The less time spent with these scumbags the better.

“When you are finished breakfast please call me and I can take you to meet Mr. Chen for your tour and meeting. We can see to Felicia as well.”

“See to her how?”

“D-does she require any care?” he stammered nervously.

“Care?”

He let out a nervous laugh, “Forgive me, Mr. Ferrano. I’m not aware of your preferences but we offer after-care services should your Felicia require anything. Physical therapy for her muscles, any medical care, waxing, etcetera.”

Sick fuckers.

“No, I don’t want her seen to. I told you last night no one was to fuck with her. She’s mine;
I’ll
see to her,” I bit off, “She stays in my room during the tour and no one touches her, no one even talks to her.”

“Absolutely understood,” he said quickly, “Kindly call me when you’re ready for your tour.”

I hung the phone up and then muttered “fuck sakes” under my breath.

Felicia was staring at me wide-eyed.

Emotion came over me and before I calculated the move I grabbed her and pulled her against me in a hug, “Not a single one of those fuckers will lay hands on you again, I promise you that.” A hand was on her naked back and another in her long silky hair. It was wavy, untamed; it felt good between my fingers.

She was stiff for a beat but then put her arms around me and sank in, then softly said, “Master…thank you.” There was a lot of emotion in her voice. Her naked tits were against me. I had to let go. Now.

I shook my head and let her go. Her eyes were big, her lip quivered, and she was trying to hold it together and clearly didn’t know what to make of me. I gave her space. I got a suit from the closet and said, “Will you order breakfast and coffee for us, please?”

She was taken aback.

“What would you like, Master?”

“What do you like for breakfast?” I asked her.

“I usually have fruit and Greek yogurt.”

“Is that what you like?”

“Uh…it’s what I usually have.”

“What do you
like
?”

She shook her head at me, her brows furrowed.

“What?” I said, probably a little too impatiently.

“I… I don’t know.”

Something wasn’t right with her. Was she having some sort of episode or something? She was trembling all over.

I sat on the bed and leaned closer, “What’s wrong; you okay?”

She nodded but her hands were trembling.

“Hey?” I took her face into both hands and leaned close, “It’s gonna be okay.”

She started to huff and puff. She was hyperventilating.

Then she grabbed for me and clutched me tight.

I flinched at first but then put my arms around her and rubbed her back, “It’s okay,” I said.

“Master?” she whispered.

I had to get her to stop calling me that. But I’d work on that later, “Yeah?”

“Can I ask you for something?”

“Yeah.” I answered and she clung to me. My nose was buried in her hair. It was so soft.

“Will you please take me?”

“Yeah, I’m taking you. You’re coming home with me, Felicia.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much for that. I’m honored that you choose me. I can’t even express how honored that you’re taking me with you. But Master, will you please take me now? Please?” She was shaking, her voice was shaking, and my throat was going dry.

“We’re leaving tomorrow. No one will hurt you again. They know you’re mine so they won’t even try.” My gut twisted at my own words.

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. So much. But will you please
take
me?”

I shook my head, “I’m not getting you, baby. Take you where? Back to Alaska, you mean?”

“Take, fuck me,” she whispered into my chest hoarsely, “Please Master, will you fuck me please?”

Whoa. Motherfucker.

I pulled back, “Not here.” I let go of her.

She looked down. She looked crushed. This girl was seriously damaged goods. I felt a pang of sadness for this poor sweet angelic-looking girl who was nothing but a profitable piece of ass to these sick scumbags.

“What’s the hurry, angel?” I asked gently, wanting to settle her down, “There’s no hurry, okay? Let me deal with things and then we’re outta here tomorrow. Lots of time, okay?” I touched her face.

The color drained out of her face. Her mouth dropped open. I tilted my head, watching her. She stared off into space looking catatonic. She was still trembling.

“What do you want for breakfast? Bacon & eggs?” I asked gently. She stared straight ahead, like she wasn’t even here, like she was in shock.

“Felicia?” I let go of her face and snapped my fingers in front of her face. Her attention snapped back to me.

“Breakfast?”

She shook her head, “Whatever you’d like me to have, Master.” Her eyes, her eyebrows, they were twitching in confusion.

I picked up the phone and ordered and then went into the bathroom to shave. I heard knocking. I quickly took the last stroke and rinsed and then grabbed a towel and blotted my face as I headed to the door. She was still in bed sitting against the headboard with the covers up to her armpits.

I opened the door and a bellboy pushed a cart in. That woman who was with Rafe Ruiz yesterday was beside him, “Mr. Ferrano,” her eyes darted toward Felicia, “Is everything to your satisfaction?”

I was losing my patience with these people. I gave her a dirty look, “I told Ruiz that I didn’t need anything. I’d like to eat. If you’ll excuse me, please.” I motioned for her to leave. She glanced at Felicia quickly and I sidestepped to block her view and raised my brows at her. She quickly retreated. I got the impression she wanted her alone but that wasn’t happening. Something about that woman did not sit well. Hell, none of these people sat well. I shut the door. The luggage rack had a large trunk.

“Get dressed. Rap on the door if room service comes and
I’ll
deal with it. You don’t answer this door at all,” I told her and was about to step out onto the balcony for a smoke.

“What would you like me to wear, Master?” she asked softly, looking pale, sickly pale.

I stared at her for a beat, “Is there something you’d, ah, like to do when I’m done with my tour?” I asked.

She stared at me blankly.

“Do you want to go to the beach? If so, put on a swimsuit. If you wanna go for a walk, shorts and a tank maybe? It’s sweltering hot out there today. We’ll do what you wanna do when I get back.” I shrugged. Clearly she was gonna need direction at every turn.

She nodded a little and pushed the luggage rack toward the bathroom while I headed out to the balcony.

When I came back in there was knocking on the door again. She was in the bathroom so I got the door and it was breakfast on a tray. There was no table and chairs this time so I put the tray on the desk beside the bed and that’s when she came out in a fancy blue tank top, more for a nightclub than a beach, and a pair of white shorts. She wore bejeweled flip flips. She had her bathing suit on as well, I could see the white halter ties around her neck. She looked like she was trying to be casual but her face was made-up, with smoky eyes and shiny lips with a hint of color, the color of peaches. Her hair was wavy and wild, probably from having slept without styling it after her bath, unlike yesterday when it was board straight. I liked it like this. It was more like the girl from the driver’s license, the girl with the fire in her eyes. There was no fire in her eyes, now though. I didn’t wanna even think about what they’d done to her to extinguish that fire.

I motioned for her to help herself. I lifted a lid and found a dish with separate compartments filled with bacon, scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, and a stack of toast. She looked at the platter with uncertainty so I dished her up a plate with a bit of everything. I poured her a cup of coffee and handed it to her black, “Not sure how you take it.” I motioned to the sugar and milk.

She looked at me with warmth but guarded warmth as I passed her the plate and cup.

Felicia

I was feeling more than a little unhinged and I was trying my hardest to hold myself together. I hadn’t felt this way in a really long time. I had a system. I found out what was expected of me and I went along with it, fulfilled whatever the duties were until I could be alone again. I had no real outlets other than exercise or reading. When I worked out I poured everything into a workout. When I read I got lost in the story. And when I had sex. When I had sex, I poured everything into it. That’s how I proved my worth around here. That’s how I got to where I was getting married off, getting out of here. I screwed my assignments good and that kept me going. I’d got off on the sex because I’d go away to this place in my head and that’s where my heart and soul would live while my body did what it was supposed to do.

My assignment getting them to orgasm meant I’d done my job and I’d have an orgasm and it’d be done. Usually. It didn’t always go smoothly. Sometimes it went really wrong but I usually succeeded at not letting it show. For the most part I knew what I needed to do to get from point A to point B and that’s what I did every day. I always knew what they wanted before the session and even if I had to stay in character for days I was able to deliver. It was all in an effort to get to Point C and now was
that
time.

This guy, this Dario Ferrano, gorgeous rich guy who inherited partnership in this place could get me to Point C. Once I got there I didn’t know what’d happen. I never thought about what I’d do if I actually got that far. What would I hope for then? I pushed the thought away. I couldn’t let my mind go there now or I’d mess this up. Right now the prize was getting out of here. I couldn’t think beyond that. I could barely fathom life outside of these walls.

I’d never seen him before and other owners frequented the club, they frequented with friends, adult sons, one of them with an adult daughter who was a vicious Domme who’d drawn my blood more than once. I wasn’t sure who Dario’s father was or if I’d ever met him but Dare, clearly, had never been here.

Here I was with a guy that could get me to Point C but he didn’t want the A to B business so far. Well, obviously he did when he was asleep but awake he didn’t. I’d tried. God, it was humiliating to be told No. And he’d gotten angry with me. It’s all I knew and without giving him that I didn’t know how to proceed. He said he didn’t want it
here
. But I needed to make sure he didn’t change his mind and leave me behind.

When he left the suite he put the ‘Do not Disturb’ sign on the doorknob so housekeeping wouldn’t come. I made the bed and tidied. I worried that someone
would
come and tell me it was all a mistake, that he really wasn’t taking me with him, that he’d changed his mind. I was worried I’d messed up and that someone would come, haul me off, and punish me for not representing Kruna well enough.

I’d been trained, had it drilled into me to please the patrons and I’d been trained that if I was ever lucky enough to be purchased by someone who wanted to be my Master that I’d have to be absolutely perfect in order to please him. Failure was not an option. I was considered an exemplary slave. So why was I doing so badly at this? I was like a fish out of water right now, all but flopping around on the carpet.

He was gone for a few hours and no one bothered me. He’d left the television on while he was gone and after a while I’d gotten comfortable on the bed. It had been just about two years since I had a room to myself with a television in it. I didn’t even have the nerve to change the channel. I simply sat and watched the news for the whole time he was gone, mesmerized by the ability to watch news, to see what was going on outside the confines of the resort.

When the door to the room opened I scampered to sit on the edge of the bed, feeling like lounging had been wrong.

He frowned at me and shook his head and then sat. He looked even more pissed, “Did someone come and harass you?”

“No, Master.”

“Good. Alright well we have a few hours until we need to dress for dinner. Are you hungry? Want lunch?”

I was still stuffed from breakfast. I swear that the bacon melted in my mouth like manna from heaven, “I’m not hungry, Master. But if you are I’d be happy to order something for you or to accompany you to one of the dining rooms.”

He rolled his eyes, “No, I’m good. But I need out of this…this…” he searched for a word, “building for a bit.”

I resisted the urge to sigh. I really had hoped he’d just keep me here until it was time to leave. It felt like if I left this room that things could go wrong.

“Come,” he took my hand and led me out to the balcony.

He shut the doors and got close to my ear, making my whole body prickle with sensation, “We have a game to play tonight,” he whispered. My nipples tingled at the proximity, at his breath on my throat, at those words, “I don’t wanna but fucking scumbags,” he said really softly, so softly I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly. I frowned.

I looked up at him and nodded, not sure what he meant but wanting him to be pleased with me.