“Ah, Dario. Welcome.” Joseph Lucas stood.
He was a handsome man in his late 40’s. He was rarely here, except on important occasions. He had slaves at home, who he did not have with him here. I didn’t know if he’d brought this time.
One of them was Cleo’s bestie and I figured that was the start of her hating on me because Mr. Lucas liked me and Cleo’s bestie was jealous. He was fairly vanilla but very above-average in the penis size department and he could last for many hours. And he liked to watch girl-on-girl action. A lot.
One of the girls nicknamed him Big Viagra once and it was overheard. He assured her he was not using Viagra, though she meant that he was natural Viagra, not that he was using it.
She was very worried about being punished but he punished her by showing her just how much stamina he had by making her his one and only for three days. She was sore for days and days afterwards.
Mr. Delgado stood as well. Mr. Delgado? Not vanilla. More like red velvet. Mr. Delgado was very depraved. He liked blood play. I had a crescent-shaped scar just below my left buttock that came from him during a threesome with him and Donavan Frost. Mr. Frost had stopped him from going further on me. Delgado had left at least a mark or two on every single slave here.
Dare shook each of their hands. He had no idea what either of them had done to me.
“Would you like a cushion for your Felicia?” an older male Thai server asked in English.
“No,” Dare replied and pulled out a chair for me to sit. I hesitated.
“Sit Felicia,” he said and I obeyed instantly but it felt like my throat was filled with broken glass. I couldn’t swallow.
Of course he had to call me that. I was glad he had the presence of mind to do it but that didn’t stop it from feeling horrible. I signed Felicia Andrews to our marriage certificate and after we were married, Dare had my ID changed to say Felicia Ferrano because we had to play along. It was what my passport had said and it worried me that we wouldn’t be considered legally married because that wasn’t my real name. But I was married to him in every sense of the word. I had promised to be his before god and he’d called me Angel on the altar and that was a derivative of my actual name.
“My apologies, Mr. Ferrano,” the server said, “I wasn’t aware of your preferences for your slave. I’ll make note of that for all festivities, she is to be provided with a chair. Unless this is dependent on the situation?”
“My wife,” Dare corrected without showing any emotion beyond mild annoyance, “and always a chair.”
“Yes, sir. Apologies, sir.”
Mr. Lucas and Mr. Delgado were silent. I didn’t meet anyone’s eyes, just re
mained stoic.
“Mrs. Ferrano, nice to see you,” Mr. Lucas greeted.
“Ditto, Felicia. Welcome back,” Delgado said.
I couldn’t make eye contact with him. I’d been with them both but in addition to the fact that Delgado had cut me, he was part of my breaking crew. He was a partner but he was very hands-on. I didn’t even know his first name. He was about thirty, he was Spanish, attractive in a rugged and dangerous way, and he was pure evil.
“Hello,” I said softly.
The server poured coffee for Dare and looked expectantly at him.
“You want coffee, baby?” Dare asked me.
I nodded, “Yes, please.”
The two men at the table didn’t seem taken aback at all. I was Dare’s and I was his to do whatever he chose to do with. Only, I wasn’t treated like an equal by anyone here. Everyone in the place would defer to him for directions about me.
I could be on a leash and sitting on the floor naked or I could be sitting at the table, treated somewhat like an equal. I could be put over his knee, nude, spanked in front of all of them and told to perform sexual acts on all three of them. Whatever Dare wanted was the law.
We talked, in front of some agents, before leaving to come, the morning after he’d broken the news, after our briefing with Zack and the task force men in suits who had asked me about four hundred questions about various people in the Kruna organization.
My talk with my husband wasn’t a long talk, and I could see some of what I’d said made him angry, but he never took it out on me; he held it together.
He’d asked me questions about people, about events that had taken place for partner summits in the past, and I’d done my best to give him as much information as I could. He was there, holding my hand the whole time the federal agents asked questions, too, so he had plenty of information.
The agents were super-nice to me but Dare seemed like he wanted to bite their heads off the entire time. When they’d tried to get personal about the sorts of things that were done to me, and when I’d answered, “You name it, it was probably done.”
They tried to get more specific with me and that was when he stood up and got right in the face of the guy asking questions and grabbed the guy’s lapels in his fists.