Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (13 page)

When I found out that I replaced a slave who had become an owned wife that possibility was the closest thing to freedom I could imagine and so I strived to get on that list. And that was what made me a possibility when they looked for a redhead with a big sexual appetite for Dare.

That’s all I knew of what he wanted other than that he planned to marry me. For a request to include a big sexual appetite made me think that I’d be subjected to some serious marathon session sex and I was physically fit, I had stamina, and I had a sex drive that rivaled most of the girls at Kruna and
that
was what helped me get to where I got to. Point C.

When he didn’t lay a hand on me and turned down my advances and I thought I wasn’t up to par and that would mean that he wouldn’t bring me with him and that would mean I’d be off that list and that the possibility of life off the resort was off the table. I knew I was gambling by aiming for that short list. I knew that because I knew that most girls who left the resort didn’t generally get a happily ever after.

A few success stories had been discussed but more often than not we knew who the Masters were and knew their tastes because of what we’d endured at the resort with them. A man who was into severe pain, mutilation, play with body fluids, or who had plans to make his girl
the
star in her very own snuff film was always a possibility.

Some girls preferred being a Kruna asset to being owned because even if some days were hard they were not endless with one horrible patron. I’d spent months with one horrible man here and knew firsthand how awful that could be. I’d been with a lot of patrons since then and none had come close. I hoped no one in the world would ever come close to that again…

Some dreamed of becoming an owned slave or some even dared to dream about being an owned wife because of the hope that it’d be somehow better. No, you’d never be fully free and your Master or your husband could be the Devil incarnate, but it was life outside of Kruna and the hope ingrained in unknown possibilities…that was everything. That was what gave
me
my single-minded focus to keep going from A to B and then A to B again and again. The quest for Point C. 

Dario taking me off the resort was point C and I couldn’t help it, when we built a sandcastle and when he swam in the ocean with me on his back, and when he refused to let Cleo be alone with me before we left, hope kind of crept in. It crept in enough that I wanted my Master to be pleased with me, pleased enough to never make me go back.

Cleo hated me. She wanted me off that list. She was constantly trying to trip me up and that was at least partly because one of the VIP patrons, Joseph, had taken a liking to me and had her reprimanded for her treatment of me one night. The VIP owned a girl that came from Kruna and still visited a few times a year and brought her with him and would request group play.  The girl he owned was a favorite of Cleo, someone she’d been buddies with.

Cleo had previously been a regular slave and had been promoted to handler when she started to look older because of her dominating personality. If she’d been a submissive she might’ve ended up on staff in the kitchen, in housekeeping, etc.

The VIP’s girl was jealous of me the first night I was with them because her Master was very enamored with me and she was Cleo’s bestie from the days before Cleo was promoted and she got sold so she must’ve gotten into Cleo’s ear about it and that was the start of Cleo’s hatred for me and it seemed to progressively intensify from there, especially after Cleo had to endure a correction as a trainer, which was a huge blow to her ego.

But now I was here, away from Cleo and Rafe and Mr. Chen and all of the others, and my Master was telling me I wasn’t his slave, that I was eventually going to have freedom again. But that was sort of impossible to comprehend. I’d never ever expected freedom again, never even dared to hope it was in the cards for me. So I couldn’t wrap my brain around that right now. I just couldn’t.

Right now, all I could think about, was how bad I wanted him to take me, throw me down, and screw the ever-loving life out of me. I was seriously whacked in the head.

Dare

She needed to stop looking at me like that. When she forgot to hide her emotions she had a very expressive face and it was speaking loud and clear to me right now. She was having some sort of hero worship side effect or some shit like that and it needed to damn well stop. I was not taking advantage of what those scumbag motherfuckers had done to her for my own carnal satisfaction. No way.

I turned the tap off, “There’s probably some ointment in my medicine cabinet. Let’s go look.”

She followed me into the bedroom and then the master bath and I regretted that because being in there with her the sexual tension was real. There was a tube of first aid cream in my medicine cabinet.  Sarah kept that stocked, too. I smeared some on the back of her hand. I examined the burn. It didn’t look too bad; she probably wouldn’t blister. Our eyes met again. Okay, I had to make this stop.

Letting it go
there
was not an option. I wasn’t taking advantage of this girl. I wasn’t ever gonna be a choir boy but I didn’t wanna abandon my new motto of
Man Whore No Mor
e. To take advantage of her in her current state of mind was lower than man whore. It was scumbaggery.

I heard my cell text alert go off so it broke the tension and I headed to grab it, saying, “Put that ointment on your legs or stomach if you’re burnt there, too.”

It was Zack and he’d pulled in to the underground. I replied to tell him I’d be down in two minutes. I cleared the broken cup and spilled coffee from the kitchen floor and then poured a new coffee and brought it into my bedroom. Felicia was still in the washroom.  I called her name and she peaked out from the opened door.

“There’s a clean robe or clothes in my closet if you wanna grab something to wear for now. I brought you another coffee. Take a bath or shower if you want. Can you hang in here and watch TV or something for a bit? My PI is here and he and I are gonna sweep our belongings for bugs down in my Explorer and then we’ll be up. When we come back up I’ll have him double check your bag, shoes, and that necklace.”

She nodded, looking shell-shocked, still. I put the coffee on the nightstand and left the room. I set the alarm on my way out. Just in case.

** ** **

Zack had proven himself invaluable over the last several months to the point he’d become a buddy to me as well as our PI. He checked and said that everything was clear of bugs and tracking devices, including the sapphire necklace, which was genuine and worth a small fortune. I had my luggage checked as well while I filled him in on the details of the trip.

Maybe they weren’t suspicious of me. But I wasn’t taking chances because I knew they could be watching. I also knew that a select few were at least somewhat aware of the rift in the final days of Pop’s life and news could travel that far and if it did, even as a rumor, we’d be under suspicion eventually. As far as Stan went he knew too much and was too far away for me to keep an eye on so I had to bear that in mind. With Pop gone his loyalties could easily change, particularly if he had no ties to me because I’d stopped using him. I needed to retain him as a lawyer at least until all this shit was over with. Pop had another local lawyer and that’s who he worked with when he temporarily froze me and Tommy out. He hadn’t made any changes to his will so all of that overwrote the temporary orders that had been put in place in the few weeks before Pop died.

Me and Zack talked to my brother on webcam in my den and agreed that depending on how we played out exits from the businesses we did not want to be in this could mean that transition would take a whole lot longer than we’d hoped. And if it all started to go to hell the whole damn family would have to slip off the grid. Tommy said he’d work on that contingency plan.

Fuck, Pop; you’re still fucking with us, even from the grave
.

Zack was gathering intel about the people on the list of names I gave him and we were gonna re-group later to come up with a plan. After we said goodbye to my brother I saw Zack to the door and then I checked on her. She was in my room, watching television in my bed. She was in a pair of my grey on grey checked flannel pajamas, a pair I’d never worn but got given for Christmas last year. They were huge on her. She was watching cartoons, looking small in my big dark wood sleigh bed buried under my big wine-colored comforter.

I sat on the the bed, “How you doin’?”

“Fine.”

She probably wasn’t fine.

“Is it okay I chose these to wear?” she asked, looking up innocently at me, giving me a pang of something, I didn’t know what.

“Sure; I brought your things up. They’re in the den and everything is clean, no surveillance or GPS devices. Listen, we have to talk about a few things. You feelin’ up to that?”

There was no big rush provided she wasn’t in a huge hurry to move on. She winced.

“Will you try for me?” I asked.

She looked at me with what looked like stars in her eyes.

I gritted my teeth for a sec and then forced myself to continue, “I know you’ve been through a lot. I don’t know but I do know, you know? Fuck, okay, first question, are there people looking for you? Family?”

She was quiet a moment but then answered me.

“No,” she whispered.

“No family?” I asked.

She shook her head and looked to the comforter, tried to mask her pain, but I saw it. I wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth or not.

“Did they kidnap you while you were on vacation in Thailand or something? Is that how they got you?”

She shook her head. My stomach churned. Did this girl volunteer? There were those that did, those who wanted to be looked after, who came from poverty or who were so damaged they thought that someone making all the decisions for them was their anecdote.

She must’ve read my sickened expression as she shook her head vigorously, “I was there for work, taken in, blackmailed,
and
there was no escape.”

“Ah,” I felt relief. Maybe I shouldn’t have but I did. The idea that I’d brought back someone who wanted that for herself? That’d be beyond my comprehension. And for a split second before she said she’d been blackmailed her behavior flashed in my mind and I was glad to have confirmation that it was a product of her so-called training rather than her behavior being something that was a result of her preferences. 

“My PI says they’ve probably microchipped you. Do you know if they have?”

She nodded.

“Right. We’ll get that dealt with as soon as is feasible. So I wanted to make sure you weren’t in a hurry to get back to Alaska. I don’t want you to think of yourself as being in prison. We can sort things out for you; I’ll help you get on your feet and eventually, not sure how long it’ll take, but eventually you’ll be able to get on with your life. It’ll probably mean a new identity, you might not be able to go back to Alaska, but we have to wait and see what happens. You say there’s no family there but are you okay with that?”

“I could live the rest of my life and never step foot back there,” she said softly.

“So you’re okay to stay here for the time being?”

She nodded. Then she looked like she wanted to say something else.  She didn’t.

“Anything you need, you tell me, okay?  De-stress, detox, whatever, and we’ll figure things out as we go. I know you’ve probably been through hell so if you want counseling I can arrange that for you but it’ll have to be done carefully for confidentiality. I can arrange counseling over the computer, privately. You wanna go out, I’ll have a driver take you, keep you safe while we sort everything. You can’t tell anyone where you’re from, what’s happened to you. We’ll come up with a cover story. I’m in the loop, though, on everything with you until I say different. You’re not my prisoner Felicia, but you keep me in the loop. I’m accountable for your actions as long as we’re on Kruna radar. Got me?”

She nodded.

“Help me out, here, angel. I need to know you get me, that you’re not nodding because you’ve been trained to. This is serious shit we’re talking about here.”

She stared at me for a beat, just blinking at me, then took a deep breath, “I understand, Dare. I’ll be good. I won’t try to leave. I won’t contact anyone from my past. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” Her lower lip quivered. I put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed. She dropped her head to the side so that her cheek was resting on the top of my hand. I snatched my hand back. Her expression dropped.

“Good. Thank you. It’s the best way to make sure we’re safe. So, uh, help yourself to anything in the kitchen. Watch TV, whatever. Mi casa su casa. I’m working from here today and I’ve got a lot on the go the next few days so I’ll be in and out. Anything you want, need, lemme know.”

I headed to my closet and grabbed clean clothes and then headed for a shower.

** ** **

As it got dark I emerged from my den where I’d been working and found her sitting on a stool at the island staring at the blue sapphire necklace. Zack and I had left it there with her bag.  Suddenly hunger clawed at my gut and I realized I hadn’t eaten all day. And although I’d told her to eat I suspected she hadn’t either.

“I was thinking of ordering take-out. You like Chinese food?” The second it was out of my mouth I winced, realizing how idiotic it was, “Wait. Shit. I know that’s not the same as Thai but it’s probably too close. How about we order some pizza, get you some fettuccine alfredo?”