Truth or Dare (The Dominator 2)

One older guy, probably around 60, who was seated to my left, had looked down at Felicia with lust in his eyes and said, loud enough for the entire room to hear, “Sad to see her go. You’ll be very happy, son. Very.” He’d licked his lips but I cocked a brow at him in challenge and then he went red-faced. He’d had her. He’d fucked her and he was staring at what he wouldn’t have again with lust in his eyes. All of it was a true test of self-control for me.

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p; I’d have liked nothing better than to put bullets in the skulls of every single motherfucking scumbag in that room, him first. I looked around. Every eye in the room that wasn’t the eye of a slave was on me and I suspected every eye in that room’d had her. I clenched my teeth and Chen and Ruiz both seemed to read my body language. Ruiz whispered in his boss’s ear and that’s when Gan Chen had ended things.

Ruiz’d probably told him I was possessive and he wisely ended the festivities.

I declined offers for “play” in the Townsend room, not wanting to fucking know. I needed a cigarette, my smokes were back in the room, and I wasn’t about to leave her unattended for a second.

** ** **

When we arrived back in the room it was 10:30 and I knew we were leaving at 9:00 in the morning so after coming back in from the balcony I said, “We should get some sleep. We’re leaving bright and early.” Ruiz was to deliver her travel documents to me by 8:00.

“May I speak, Master?” she asked.

“Speak,” I answered.

“What would you like me to dress for bed in?”

“Something that makes you comfortable,” I answered, taking off my cufflinks.

She looked at the floor.

“What is it, Felicia?”

She kept her eyes on the floor and was about to speak.

“Look at me, angel.”

She swallowed hard and her whole body locked tight but she looked at me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she said as she looked at me and then she flinched almost as if I was going to strike her.

I didn’t know what was on her mind. I looked at her for a minute, trying to get a read on her.

“Would you choose something for me, please, Dare?” she piped up, finally, breaking the awkward silence. Why was she so pale?

“You okay?”

She nodded, “Yes.”

I sighed, exasperated. I walked to her trunk and inspected the contents. There was a lot of lace. A lot of white lace. Fucking figured. Why did this trunk have to be filled with shit that did it for me?

During my tour I’d been told that if I’d elected to leave her in for further training I could specify the types of clothing to be sent home with her, my preferred attire. White lace would be my preferred attire if this was what I actually wanted. Since I was foregoing the ‘transition training’ she was being sent home with me with a mixture of clothes. I found a virginal looking long silky white nightgown with spaghetti straps. I also found a blue crotchless and nipple-less merry widow as well as some other sexy lingerie in just about every color of the rainbow. I passed her the long white nightgown as it was the least revealing.

When she returned from the bathroom she was in it and she looked even more alluring than I’d expected. I hadn’t noticed the nightgown had a side slit almost to the hip and most of the chest area was transparent lace and sheer. Her hair was now down and she still wore the blue collar, which I thought was odd. I tried to deny my brain from thinking about how fucking sexy she looked with her wild curls and that necklace matching her eyes.

“You want help removing that?” I asked and reached for her neck.

She gasped and locked tight.

“What?” I froze in my tracks, my hands in midair.

“I don’t want it off. I never want it off.” Her eyes were wide, frenzied. I was startled at that. It was like she was coming unglued. I backed away and gave her space.

I went to the washroom and saw that some of her things were out on the countertop. A blue stone-handled hairbrush. It looked antique. A toothbrush. Some facial cleanser and moisturizer. I got a twinge at her things sharing space with mine. Her toothbrush was lying directly beside mine. Her hairbrush directly beside mine. Deconstructing it, it was almost territorial. Yeah, she’d probably need some counseling once I got her out of here.