“I’m nervous I won’t be good enough.”
“What?”
“I don’t have any directions. I don’t know what you need me to be. If I knew I know I could be that for you.” She said it softly, with desperation. Her words twisted my gut into knots.
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p; I sighed, “I’m sorry to put you under stress. I don’t like uncertainty either so I can relate. I don’t trust that this room isn’t bugged and I’m extremely private. I won’t have sex with you here. It could be being recorded. I won’t risk that.”
Light seemed to dawn for her and she nodded a little. It put her at ease a bit but only momentarily because then she was chewing her lip. I could only guess that she was now wondering what she was in for with me when I was sure there weren’t cameras around. I’m sure she’d been exposed to some sick kink in this place and now she had to keep wondering how kinky I was gonna be. “We’ll talk when we get home. Try not to stress. Okay? Let’s just get home and then we’ll talk more about what I need from you, alright?” She nodded a little. I had to leave it at that. Unfortunately.
I took my suit toward the bathroom, “Order breakfast for us? Pick something that you like.” I went into the bathroom to get dressed and shaved.
When I came out at least 10 minutes later she was staring at the menu.
“What’d you get for us?” I asked, tying my tie.
She looked up at me, panicked.
“I-I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t know what to get.” She looked on the verge of a meltdown.
I looked at the menu and it was large, plenty of breakfast choices. But was it really that difficult? This girl had obviously had everything decided for her for the past two years. I had to cut her some slack. I needed her to cool it and stay cool. We were almost out of here. I took a deep breath, “Okay, what about French toast and bacon?” I caressed her cheekbone with my thumb. Her eyes lit up and she settled at my touch.
“Order us French toast and bacon. Only if it’s real maple syrup. If not, I dunno, Denver omelets. Orange juice and coffee. Okay?”
She nodded and had an expression of wonder on her face. Wow. Fucking wow. I slipped out for a smoke.
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As soon as we were finishing up breakfast there was a rap on the door and I let Ruiz and that woman in.
“Mr. Ferrano, do you need us to see to Felicia before you depart?” the woman asked and he clipped, “Cleo!” He gave her a dirty look like he’d already warned her against asking that or something. She didn’t seem to notice.
“No,” I answered without looking at her and looked over the documents. It said her name was Felicia Andrews. I knew that wasn’t true. Later on I’d find out her real name, figure out the rest.
“Mr. Ferrano, we appreciate your patronage and your partnership. We hope you’ll be pleased with your Felicia but if anything is amiss, when you and your brother hopefully visit in October if there needs any adjustments you can feel free to leave Felicia with us for training for your stay and beyond, if necessary. We want you satisfied. Mr. Chen asked me to send his apologies. He had something arise this morning and was unable to see you off.”
“Thanks, no worries. I’m sure I will be.”
He nodded and then told me he’d arrange for his driver to take us to the airport. The Asian woman perked up, “Mr. Ferrano, may I please have just a moment with Felicia before you depart?”
“No,” I said simply and gave her a dirty look.
She looked taken aback. She glanced at Felicia over my shoulder and then looked resigned.
Ruiz gave me an apologetic look, then reached over and took her by the arm and pulled her out of the room with carefully controlled anger, “Bon Voyage, Mr. Ferrano. See you soon,” he said.
After I shut the door I turned on my heel and I looked at Felicia, who was sitting on the bed, dressed to go in a pretty cream colored dress with ruffled short sleeves and a square neckline, her hair loose and wavy, wild in a gorgeous way, the collar still around her throat. She was staring at me with shock on her face.
Felicia
I was getting out of here. I was getting to Point C.
Dare had my passport. I was wearing his collar. I didn’t belong to these people any longer. I was his. I didn’t know yet what that meant and I didn’t dare listen to the little voice in my head trying to whisper to me that maybe it was all going to be okay. But when he didn’t allow anyone here to fuck with me and when he blocked Cleo and didn’t let her sink her claws into me and poison me with her venom one last time before we left I think I fell in love with him a little.
Chapter 3
Dare