Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (36 page)

“Yeah, well with the state of the union, might not wanna get too excited. It could be a while longer,” I mumbled and saw Angel’s eyes get bigger, “I’ll walk you to the car, man.”

Angel waved at Nino, “Thanks very much, Nino,” she said.

He gave her a smile and said, “You’re welcome.” And then he followed me outside where he said, “Good to see you shacked up, man. She’s a beautiful girl. How’d you meet?”

I gave him the quick and dirty low down on Angel, Kruna, and where things were at with the threat. He listened, looked pissed, and said he was committed to helping me eliminate any and all threats. He was heading home to take care of organizing security for us so that I’d have someone here to watch over us tonight and to watch over Angel while I was at the Gan Chen meeting tomorrow. It sounded like Gan Chen wasn’t here to be an enemy but I wasn’t taking chances. Nino said he’d also been organizing security for the farm where Tommy and Tia were as well as Pop’s house to watch over the girls and kids.

When I got back in I suggested she make us something to eat, said I was stepping back out for a smoke. I needed to make a few more calls and didn’t want her to hear.

Angel

I was having trouble holding it together. He was being super-secretive, making calls out of earshot, looking angry and stressed, smoking like a fiend. I got the groceries all away and after sitting for a long time doing nothing because he was outside in his SUV on the phone because it was raining outside, I decided to put a movie on. There was an old floor model television that had to be circa 1980 and there was a VCR with a bookshelf filled with dozens and dozens of old VHS movies. The rain kept pouring and nearly the whole length of a movie passed before he came back inside.

I’d cooked us a frozen lasagna. There was enough food here to feed us for weeks. I’d taken the pan out to cool and I was setting the table.

He went to the washroom, came out, got a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge, glanced at the screen, and then he looked at his phone again as it made a text sound.

He headed toward the door again.

“Dinner is ready,” I told him as he went out.

“One sec.” He kept going with the phone.

I finished getting the table set and waited. And waited.

When he came in I looked at him. He looked to the table and gave me a smile, “Dinner ready?”

It’d been cooling nearly half an hour and I’d already told him it was ready but I didn’t fuss, obviously he had stuff going on.

“Yep. You ready to eat?”

“Starved, babe.” He opened the fridge and got out a bottle of wine and poured two glasses.

I served up the lasagna and we sat.

His phone kept going off while we ate and he replied to texts while we re-watched the John Candy Summer Rental movie as it had rewound and started playing again.

After dinner he washed the dishes and I dried them and then he started a fire in the wood stove for us while I picked out a movie for us to watch. I figured after his choosing The Hobbit that first night that he’d like something along those lines so I picked Ewoks, thinking that someone who liked Hobbit movies might also like Star Wars type movies.

I watched it and he was texting and emailing for the most part but had his arm around me, my head on his shoulder, so it was still comforting. I felt taken care of, if confused, but I settled against him and just decided that I was going to let my Master take care of me.

** ** **

I woke up in Dare’s arms. He was carrying me up the stairs.

“Hi,” I mumbled sleepily.

“Hey sleepy girl,” he said and then he put me down on the big old fashioned canopy bed with the patchwork quilt. I had admired it earlier when I’d had a look around. There were three bedrooms and another bathroom up here. The one bedroom was half pink and half blue. On the pink side were bunk beds with pink comforters and the blue side had a crib. The other room had a futon and a few air mattresses so I wasn’t surprised Dare put us in the master bedroom as he hated sleeping on futon mattresses.

He held me and I fell back asleep.

When I woke up I was alone in bed. I used the bathroom and then went down the stairs and it seemed I was totally alone. There was a note on the kitchen counter,

“Angel,

Check your text messages.

XO

Dario.”

I found my purse and the phone he’d bought me was inside but it was dead. I’d brought two phone chargers so I plugged it in and poured some coffee that was already made. I caught something from the corner of my eye. I looked out the window and saw two guys outside. One was Nino. They had holsters over their shoulders and they were armed. I got a sinking feeling.

As the phone powered up the text message alert went off.

“Angel, I have a meeting this morning. I have Nino and Luke here to keep an eye on you. Stay inside. Don’t worry. All is fine. It’s just a precaution. I’ll text if I don’t think I’ll see you by dinner time. XO.”

I answered, “Ok. XO.”

I sat down with my coffee and tried to not freak out. I had to keep my cool. I was away from my Master and he’d told me Jason was in town. He’d said on the phone to his brother that there were two potential threats. And he had Zack digging around and I didn’t know what Zack would find but if the digging had to do with Kruna and with me it could put the one person on this planet that I loved, other than Dare, in danger. I said a little prayer.

Dare

I left early to deal with some stuff at the office and then to meet with my brother and Zack before the Gan Chen meeting. I’d left her in bed but Nino and another security guy were there. Tommy had dropped Tia off with the girls so we wouldn’t have to worry about security at three places.  He asked if I should bring Angel to the girls but I didn’t know that she could handle that yet. She was fragile and the last time I’d left her alone with Lisa things had obviously not gone over well. With Tess and Luc having no clue about Angel’s past, Lisa’s past, and added to that the fact that Lisa was apparently a fuckin’ mess over losing the baby it seemed like a really bad idea.

I was concerned about Lisa and therefore glad she was on lockdown. Tommy tried to approach her with condolences when he dropped Tia off and said that Leese had a fucking meltdown when she saw him. Screamed, “Get away from me” in his face and then locked herself in the bathroom. Tommy left her there but called me before he left the place and we agreed he’d tell Dex to make sure that Lisa stayed in the house. And then I told Tommy about Lisa’s comments. I hated to do it, to bring up that shit for him, but told him that she blamed him for losing Pop. He needed to know, especially with the fact that she was now having this reaction to the miscarriage.

“She what?”

“She blames you. She didn’t out and out say it but eluded and was just about to when I told her to shut her mouth and said she had no idea what happened and didn’t need to know.”

Tommy was shaken up at that and it took a lot to rattle my brother so him being rattled told me he’d been torturing himself over his actions since they’d happened. We knew that the girls all suspected that Tommy ended Pop’s life but no one asked and nothing was said. Tommy had no choice. I knew that and I had a strong feeling my sisters knew that, too. It’d be suspected to those not in the know that the death was due to blowback after taking out Jesse Romero and that’s how we left it. The papers made that sound like the case, too.

Tommy and I had been interviewed by the police and we had alibis. Our contact JC and his cleanup crew, along with someone we had on payroll in the homicide department, made it so the whole thing was tidy. Not too many questions.

But Luciana, Tessa, and Lisa? Yeah, not much was said other than the fact that Pop and some of his guards were shot at one of Pop’s safe houses. The girls never asked Tia what’d happened. Tia never offered info, according to Tommy, and no one asked. But everyone knew Pop had kissed Tia in front of the family out of being angry at Tommy and at least a few people knew that a few of Pop’s men pulled Tia from Tommy’s jeep after I put her there and took off with her.

Tommy showed up at the office and then me, Tommy, and Zack talked for a bit and then Tommy left the office at 11:30 and I got some work done while waiting for noon for Gan Chen to show up.

Tommy

I stepped out onto the street outside the Ferrano offices and that’s where I was greeted by two uniformed cops who arrested me for the assault of Nick Gordon. Dex told me Gordon was gonna stand down but either he didn’t do that or the cops hadn’t yet gotten that message.

Tia

Tommy didn’t say much about the latest drama we were in but told me to stay vigilant with Luc and Tessa and Lisa at the house. We spent a great night in the farmhouse before he found out about new drama and then dropped me off with the girls.

When we’d first arrived at the farm I was excited about the possibility of decorating it. We wouldn’t live there but it’d be our place whenever we were here, if we continued to live overseas, and if we decided to move back home we would have a country getaway, a getaway where I’d fallen in love with him and shared some amazing moments.

We’d taken a walk on the property and we’d gone up to the loft, which was mostly empty but we’d still made out like crazy up there, in memory of the fun we’d had there before. And then just as he was getting ready to close the loft up I said, “Bet you a dollar you can’t catch me.”  I was near the stairs and he was on the far side of the loft, closing the doors that opened out to the back, facing the pond.

“How about we make it a little more interesting than a dollar?” he had offered.

“Hmm, Okay. Bet ’cha you can’t catch me before I get to the front door of the house and if I win, I get to tie YOU to the bed and have my wicked way with you? And you’ll owe me a dollar.”

“And if I win?”

“Then you can do whatever you want to
me
. And I’ll owe
you
a dollar.”

He’d smirked, “I already do whatever I want to you on a daily basis, baby girl.”

I’d smirked back, “Are we playing this game or are you too afraid to lose?”

“I’ll give you to the count of five.”

“Five? That’s not enough.”

“One…”

I dashed down the stairs as fast as I could. I got to the door of the house and waited a good minute before he emerged from the barn. He strolled out of the barn and sauntered over.

“Hey! You let me win. Why?” I huffed.

“I’ve gotta let you win once in a while, wife. And besides, I’m a little curious about what you’ll do to me after you’ve tied me up.”

I giggled, “Well, how’s about you get your sexy ass up to bed and let me show you?” I swatted at his butt but he caught my wrist and then he threw me over his shoulder and carried me up to the bed and I was upset for a minute, thinking he’d changed his mind, but we got to the bedroom and after he set me on my feet he threw his shirt off and kicked off his boots and then threw himself onto the bed and threw his arms up over his head,

“Ravish me,” he challenged.

I chewed my lip and then straddled him and started unbuckling his belt. Once I got it undone and off him I started using it to restrain him. I wrapped it around the brass headboard rails and then took his wrists, crossed them, and started trying to weave the belt around them.  It wasn’t looking too secure so I undid it, took off my own belt and used his belt on one arm and my belt on the other. Since I’d undone my jeans I decided to take those and my shirt off, leaving me in a red demi cup bra and red cheeky sheer boy short panties.

Tommy looked totally relaxed, totally amused, and very interested in what I had planned. I never figured I’d win this challenge. So I had to wing it.

I got his pants undone and down over his hips but then I decided I wanted to touch and kiss his gorgeous chest so I started at the owl tattoo and then tongued the nipple just below my name. I felt him flex his hips and I smiled against his chest and ignored his crotch area. I kissed up to his throat and started tonguing his earlobe, then I sat up and leaned back onto his thighs so that I wasn’t anywhere near his cock.  I ran my hands up and down his torso and his expression was heated. He was staring into my eyes and practically into my very soul.

I leaned up, still avoiding his crotch, and got my boobs in his face. He nuzzled in between my cleavage and I squeezed his shoulders and ran my hands up and down his arms.

And then I backed away, down to his thighs again and watched him bite down on his bottom lip, staring at my boobs. I cupped them in my hands and then ran my thumbs over my nipples and then my right hand slid down into my panties. He shook his head a little.

“Oh wow, I wish you could feel how wet I am, husband.”

He smirked, “Come up here, wife, and let me feel how wet you are. Let me feel it with my cock.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Or come way up here, wife, and let me feel how wet you are with my tongue.”

“Mm,” I inserted a finger inside myself, “Wow, I’m wet
and
tight, husband. Bet you’d love to feel how tight I am, too.”

“You gonna let me feel or taste or are you gonna be a tease?”

“Teasing you is fun.”

“Mm. Touch me, Tia.”

I touched his cheek and then scrubbed it with my fingertips and leaned up and kissed his mouth. He tried to give me some tongue but I backed off.

“My cock, Tia,” he said.

I shook my head, “Naw. I wanna tease you a bit more first.”

I got on my knees so my face was hovering over his stomach. I kissed his belly button. He arched so that his cock was at my chest. I grabbed my boobs and squeezed them together, getting his rigid cock between them for just a moment and then I backed off and kissed his abs and then sat back on my knees between his legs. He lifted his feet and then crossed them at the ankles and trapped me between them. His amused look had faded and now he looked like he wanted to devour me. I stayed still, trapped between his legs, but with his hands restrained above his head it didn’t look like there was much he could do about it.  I tucked my hair behind my ears and then reached for his shoulders and then got my fingertips under his arms and started to tickle his armpits. He scowled at me and pulled on the restraints a little.

“Oh? Don’t like that?” I asked and then I started to tickle his stomach. I don’t think it was very effective, he’d just tightened his abs so probably couldn’t feel it. I squirmed out of between his legs and got off the bed.

“Get back here, wife!” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“I’m thirsty. I think I’ll go grab a drink. You thirsty?”

“No. Not even a little,” he replied, looking like he was getting more than a bit impatient with me.

“I’m a ‘lil peckish, too. Did we bring any food? Anything I can make a sandwich with?”

“Tia…” he was definitely losing patience.

“I’ll just go look,” I left the room, calling back, “
Man
I miss Nita’s cold breaded chicken…”  I went downstairs and found a few bottles of beer and water in the cool retro powder blue with a pearl finish fridge. There was a matching Aga cooker. This was a great country kitchen. Not too big but definitely cool.  I took a few sips of water and opened and closed a few cupboards, which were all empty, then sauntered back upstairs, trying to be all sexy in my red undies and bra. I leaned against the doorframe and he was lying there looking helpless with his pants down below his hips, his underwear tented in a delectably mouth-watering way, and his arms over his head, still fastened by my belt and his belt to the brass headboard.

“Hey
my
husband,” I breathed huskily and drank a sip, purposely letting a few drops of water trail down my chin and between my breasts. I pulled one strap down, letting one of the ‘girls’ out and put the sole of a foot flat on the door frame so that my knee was bent. “It’s hot up here, isn’t it?” I poured a tiny bit of the cold water over that breast, not enough to soak myself but enough to make that nipple pebble. I arched my back.

He shook his head at me, “You’re so gonna fuckin’ get it...”

I giggled, shrugged, pulled my bra strap back up and walked over and put a knee to the end of the bed.

“It? What
it
am I gonna get?”

He shook his head, “It.”

“Promise?” I prodded.

“Oh, I promise.”

I put the water bottle down on the floor and straddled him again and leaned down and kissed him on the mouth and his tongue struck out like a vicious viper and he was ravishing my mouth. I backed up.

“Get back here. Undo the belts, Tia.” He was panting.

“I’m in charge and I say I’m not done playing yet,” I said, totally enjoying the power.

I grabbed his cock and squeezed, “I may not be done playing for a long long while.”

“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?”