Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (38 page)

I shuddered and grabbed the headboard.

“Naughty girl. Now you don’t get my tongue. Now I get to fuck your mouth.” I whimpered and he climbed up and got his knees under my armpits and I wanted it in my mouth. Bad.

“Oh, Dare. Please fuck my mouth.”

“Oh, you want that?” He pumped his cock in a fist a few times and the tip touched my chin but then he moved back, just out of my reach.

“I do.”

“Say please.”

“Please, Dare.”

“You’re a naughty girl. You’re my naughty girl.”

“Yes, Dare. I’m your naughty girl. But I’ll be a good girl. Please may I suck that beautiful cock?”

The second the word ‘cock’ left my mouth his cock entered it. I grabbed his hips with both hands

“No.” he pulled out and slapped my breast, “Hold the headboard, Angel.”

I was panting. I was soaking wet and I needed him soon or I’d combust.

I held the headboard and waited, panting.

He moved down and leaned over my face and got his mouth by my ear, “Be good and you can have it. But be naughty if you want more spanking, baby.” He whispered this and I immediately let go of the headboard and scampered until I was at his crotch and I flipped him so that he fell onto his back and then I was straddling his face and had my face down at his crotch. I got his cock in my mouth and then I got his hand hard across my ass. I moaned. His other hand came down and he grabbed me by the hair and roughly pushed my head so that his cock went deeper. That hand stayed on the back of my head fisting my hair while the other slapped me right on the pussy.  I started to tremble, hard.

He came down my throat and I came with his tongue inside of me, his mouth working by sucking my clit.

Wow. Amazing. Every day with my Master kept getting better and better.

** ** **

The next morning we were eating cheese omelets and his phone started again.  He was outside for a while and came back in and told me he needed to take off for the day. He pinned me against the wall with his hips and said into my ear, “While I’m gone you be my good girl, okay?”

I nodded.

“But tonight when I get back I want your hair curly. And I want you to be naughty. Alright, my baby? Very naughty.”

“Okay,” I whispered, feeling my nipples get hard at the words and at the look in his eyes. He kissed me deep and for a long time, and then he left.

Dare

I had to get back to where Tommy and the girls all were. Shit had hit the fan the night before and Tommy needed me. He, Lisa, and I were sitting down and having it out. Lisa had a meltdown and had gone off on Tommy, screamed about him killing Pop in front of the other girls, shattering a mirror, and Tommy said it’d been a nightmare. Tia had spewed the truth out to settle Lisa down and it did but Lisa hadn’t spoken a word since.

What’d happened to the sweet girl? Was she having an Angel-style meltdown? Taken out of her carefully constructed world of pretending and after the miscarriage now she couldn’t hack it? I threw her life into a tailspin, ripped her world apart by telling her we knew her secrets. And it made everything unravel for her. Poor thing. Poor thing, yeah, but we couldn’t let her put our family in jeopardy, either.  Tommy and I needed to do damage control.

As for my Angel I was trying out a new method. Getting her to be naughty. I was keeping her obedient during the day and naughty when it was the two of us, using sex. When all the drama bullshit was over I’d opt for naughty more and more until eventually I just let her decide who she needed to be. If I did that and eased her out of the slave world but kept the Master card in my back pocket and saved it in case she had a meltdown it could work. I hoped it would. The night before had been fucking hot, her going crazy like that to get a spanking. I got hard while driving just thinking about it.

Gan Chen had his resources working hard to get Jason Frost in. I had a quandary there, though. If I analyzed all that I currently knew it could be that Frost simply wanted to save her from that slave life. Could he be a good guy stuck in a bad situation? If he saw that she was okay with me would he be able to let go of the guilt of her getting pulled in to Kruna because of his failure to keep her safe?

If that’s all that this was, I could conceivably get him off our backs. But then again, how would I do that without revealing my cards? If I revealed to Jason Frost that I wasn’t Angel’s Master but a guy who’d fallen for her and a guy that wanted out of the Kruna association, that could put Angel, me, and my family in danger with Kruna. It was a fucking conundrum, for sure.

Maybe I should just let Gan Chen catch him, do away with the guy. After all, he was connected to Kruna, the nephew of the sadistic prick who’d fucked her up for 7 months and even if he was trying to save her now, he’d waited almost two years to do it so he couldn’t be
that
concerned with her welfare.

But I could also look at it like this: I was Tom Ferrano’s son. I shouldn’t be persecuted because of my father any more than Jason Frost should be persecuted because of his uncle. Was letting Gan Chen and his guys catch him the best thing to do or if I did, would I accrue more bad karma? What to do?
 

** ** **

When I got to Pop’s place I heard Tommy and Tia arguing in the kitchen.

“You didn’t have to break his goddamn face! It’s not like I was gonna leave with him. It’s not like he’s any real threat to our relationship, Tommy.”

“No?” My brother’s voice boomed, “The fucking guy is digging around in my family business, he’s trying to get you to fucking betray me. He disrespected me. He
needed
his face fucking smashed in. He’s lucky he’s not in the fucking ground!”

Tia’s muffled voice grumbled, “No! Don’t touch me right now. I’m not fucking happy with you.”

“Don’t tell me not to touch you. I’ll touch you if I wanna fucking touch you,” he growled, “I’ll do whatever the fuck I wanna do to you.”

I caught sight of Sarah and Tess in the family room, both with horrified looks on their faces. Sarah was holding baby Nicky.

I stepped into the kitchen.

“Hey guys. Chill. Ears out there.”

Tommy had her pinned against the wall and his hand was on her throat.  He let go of her. She was red-faced. She gave me a relieved look as she passed me. She stormed out of the kitchen. Tommy put a hand to his forehead and stared at the floor.

“Hey, man. Let’s go talk,” I said, “Let’s talk first and then we’ll talk to Lisa. She still in her room?”

“Yeah,” he nodded and followed me out to the back yard. Luc was out there with the other kids. I motioned for her to take the kids inside.

** ** **

He wasn’t interested in talking to me about his fight with Tia at first but clearly she was pissed about finding out Tommy’d been arrested for assaulting her ex-boyfriend. He’d only been in for a few hours as the charges had been dropped but Tia had found out. Between him being pissed with her for what’d happened with Lisa the day before and her being pissed with him about beating up the ex and getting arrested, plus the whole lockdown scenario and Lisa’s state of mind things were heated. I talked to him about a few things businesswise and he seemed to plug into the discussion and put his beef with Tia aside.

Then, once he was a little calmer, we tried to talk to Lisa. She was little more than catatonic, though. I spoke gentle words, told her I was sorry about the baby, but that she needed to talk to us. She just stared off into space. I didn’t have a good feeling about this. We had Dex stay in the room with her, telling him to restrain her if she tried to leave or hurt herself and to keep phones and computers away from her.

After we left Lisa Tommy told me that he was discussing the Nick Gordon thing with Zack outside when Tia’d overheard him through an opened window. Although the charges had been dropped the cops tried to make Tommy’s life miserable and not before some cop who was evidently unsatisfied about how the Pop case was handled tried to quiz him about Pop’s murder.  It hadn’t been a good day for Tommy. Then he came back to the house to Lisa freaking out and calling him out about Pop’s death right in front of our sisters and Tia.

My brother said he just needed some space and to spend time with his heavy bag. He also said he was gonna hole up in a bedroom later on and get on Skype with his counselor as it was time for his weekly appointment anyway. I figured that was good timing.

I got back late and without any word from Gan Chen about Jason Frost. Zack was digging deep and told me he was getting some good info and would update me in the morning with where things were at.

So I drove back to the cabin and got there as Nino and Luke were swapping out with two other guys for the night shift to keep watch.

** ** **

“Are you hungry?” she asked me after I kissed her hello.

“Yeah, I didn’t get a chance to eat.”

“I just made a clubhouse sandwich. I can whip you up one if you want?”

“Sure.” I sat on the sofa and checked my emails on my phone. Then I jerked my chin up at her and said, “Your hair? Why is it straight?”

She smiled seductively at me and my pants tightened at the promise of that smile. That smile was very much like her driver’s license photo.

“Maybe I should be punished for not following your directions. Over your knee, maybe?”

A smile spread wide on my face.

“Oh, you will be. You make me that sandwich and then you go get a bath and bring those curls back. Then you and me are gonna have a little chat about you following my instructions.”

She chewed her bottom lip and then whispered, “Yes, Master.”

Mmm, Oh yeah.

Angel

I made him a sandwich and then took a bath and got my hair wet and shaved my legs, underarms, and my hoo-ha and I did all of this as fast as possible because I was very anxious to have our little ‘chat’.

The whole time I flat-ironed it that day felt like foreplay because that was about all I could think to do that’d be considered naughty. I couldn’t backtalk or anything super-naughty. It just wasn’t in me. Every pull through of that iron got me thinking about getting dominated by him. He was always dominant when we were having sex but the few times we’d
really
played I’d been lit on fire.

When I got out of the bath and was in the bedroom getting dressed I heard him turn the shower on.  I dropped my towel and reached into our bag to get out some undies and then felt his presence at my back. He had my hips. “You, my naughty Angel, no clothes. Wait on the floor bent over on your knees for your punishment.” He slapped my ass hard and I groaned. Then he went into the bathroom and shut the door.

It took forever for the shower to turn off. I was on all fours on the carpet waiting for him. My hair was still dripping as I’d been so excited that I had dropped to the floor immediately after getting his directions before even finishing getting dried off.

I heard his footsteps and then I heard,

“This is how I like my baby.” I felt his hand go flat against the small of my back and he gently caressed up to my head and then he had my hair. I felt the head of his cock tease my entrance, felt his hips against my backside. My nails dug into the thick carpet and I took a deep breath. On the exhale he entered me hard and fast and then a ringing slap landed on my backside and I groaned.  After a few strokes inside of me he backed out and took my hand and went toward the bed. He sat and hauled me across his lap.

“You naughty?”

“Yes, Dare.”

“You need a spanking?”

“Yes, Dare.”

“Your ass is beautiful, my baby.”

“Thank you. It’s all yours, Master.”

“Mmm. Are you ready for a spanking my naughty girl?”

“Oh yeah.”

“How naughty were you?”

“About ten slaps, Master.”

He hesitated.

“I can take it. I want it,” I whispered.

Then he slapped my ass.

It burned. It burned so good.

Then he stroked my stinging cheek gently for a second, like he was trying to make it feel better. Then he hauled off and slapped again, on the other cheek. I groaned pretty loudly, fisting the quilt at the foot of the bed with my right hand and grabbing his ankle with my left hand.

He slapped again and I moaned. Then he did it again and I felt like I was going to climax because then he dipped his fingers between my cheeks and rubbed my clit for just a second.  It was as if I was boneless. My pussy was throbbing. I ran my hand up and down his leg, “Thank you, Master…”

He slapped again and then I was being pulled up onto the bed and flipped onto my back and then his body covered mine, “That’s enough,” he caressed my face and I nodded, euphoric. He kissed my lips softly and then he was inside of me, being gentle, fucking me slowly while kissing my mouth, looking at me like he owned me.

I started to weep; it was
that
beautiful. I put my hands on his face. He kissed my wrist. Then he took and then held my wrists above my head and picked up the pace, rotating his hips in big circles so that he was hitting my clit with his pelvis at each rotation. I came hard, shuddering loud, so loud I’m sure the guards outside would’ve heard and then he came inside me, collapsing on me. I felt his heart racing, I felt up his back and there were goosebumps all over him. I kissed his throat.