Truth or Dare (The Dominator 2)

“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 pul

l 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?”

“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?”