Truth or Dare (The Dominator 2)

“I don’t fucking think so,” he said and I saw his biceps flex and then heard a series of pings and then the brass headboard quite literally came apart at the seams.

His wrists still had the belts around him but they were no longer attached to the no-longer-together headboard as there were pieces of it on the bed and the floor and suddenly I was roughly flipped onto my back, my wrists pinned above my head by one of his hands, and he reached down and ripped my panties to the side and he rammed his cock hard into me.

“That’s not fair. You’re reneging…” I started to say but I was interrupted by a piece of leather going in between my lips. Oh my Lord! That was Tommy’s belt and he was getting it off his wrist and gagging me with it. It was quickly fastened around the back of my head.

“Who’s in charge?” he snarled and tightened the grip on my wrists. I couldn’t answer, obviously, as I was gagged. His face looked absolutely furious. There was a vein popping in his forehead. I gasped in fear and he rammed in again and again, holding my eyes with his and then he let go of my wrists and flipped me so that I was on my belly and got back inside of me. He had my hair in his hand and he was pulling. And I was moaning, tasting the leather, feeling drool trickle out. The sound of skin slapping on skin pierced the air and then it was Tommy grunting, me grunting, and the bed banging into the wall and then one of his hands grabbed my hand and took both our hands under my hips and he cupped me with both our hands and started using my fingers against my clit. I started to moan and the orgasm gripped me. He was slamming in over and over while we circled my clit together and I clenched hard around him and listened to his masculine moan fill the room. What a beautiful fucking sound. He took the belt away from my mouth and moaned, “Who?”

“You’re in charge, baby,” I breathed, while continuing to come hard. Then not long later, we were snuggled up together falling asleep.

“Hey?” I whispered, kissing his owl tattoo.

“Hmm?” he replied.

“You owe me a dollar.”

He laughed and then he kissed me breathless.

** ** **

We hadn’t wanted to come back to the city so soon but found out that a) there was potential trouble brewing to do with Dario’s relationship and the sex slave resort and b) Lisa had lost her baby and was home. Tommy needed me locked down and safe while he helped Dare ensure that whatever threat there might be was neutralized, if needed, and I needed to be there for a member of our family if she needed me.

When we got back to the house Lisa, Luc, and Tessa were all in the family room. I didn’t see Sarah and none of the kids were around so I assumed Sarah had them out somewhere.

Lisa was sitting on the sofa under a fleece blanket and her eyes were red. I stepped into the room and went to go to her but Tommy came in behind me and also went to approach her.

“Noooo!” Lisa screamed and pointed at Tommy, her beautiful face contorted into an ugly hate-filled scowl, “Get away from me!” She threw the blanket and dashed from the room, slamming the door of a nearby bathroom. Smashing glass was the next sound we heard and Tommy pounded on the door, “Lisa!”

“Youuuuuuuu!!!” she hollered from the other side of the door.

Tommy backed away, looking ashen. I knew, then, that she blamed Tommy for the loss of her baby and I could only guess that she was stressed at seeing him. The way she’d acted when she saw him the morning after we’d arrived? I had a horrible sinking feeling.

“Tommy, you go. We’ll settle her down. Be safe.” I kissed him. He gave me a little nod, gave me a squeeze, and left, looking visibly rattled.

It took a long time for her to come out. When she did me, Tess, and Luc were sitting with a pot of tea, talking softly. No one was saying what we were all thinking. We’d just sat quietly while the girls asked me where we were and where I’d told them a bit about the farmhouse and the surprise Tommy’d given me.

Lisa emerged from the powder room, finally, and she glared at me,

“He killed my husband. I know he did. You know he did. We all know it. I want you to tell me exactly what happened.”

Oh shit.

Dare

Gan Chen arrived at 12:noon sharp. Leanne, my receptionist, saw him in and offered refreshments. He was with two men, one Asian and one who looked Italian. Bodyguards. I was packing heat but had no one at my back. I had Zack and three of his guys in the boardroom and Zack was listening on an intercom and recording the meeting.

Gan declined the refreshment offer and I told Leanne not to allow anyone to interrupt us.

I reached for his hand and he shook it. He asked his men to wait in the waiting room and to leave us alone. I guess he’d assessed my office and felt safe enough to converse with just me.

“How are things, Dario?”

“No complaints,” I said.

“And your Felicia?”

“Keeping me busy,” I smirked.

“I gathered that. No transition training? That’s taking a challenging road.”