Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (40 page)

I was shaking. He pulled me up by the armpits so I was beside him and tight against him. I couldn’t see his face for the last part because I was right against his chest.

“They had Holly. My 15 year old sister, Dare. They fucking had her bound and gagged on a plane and were threatening to bring her to Thailand. That’s when the name I was born with, that person, she ceased to exist. That’s when I became Felicia. I had to be Felicia so she wouldn’t have to be. Please don’t make me tell you the rest. Please. Mr. Frost kept me to teach Jason a lesson and I didn’t think Jase was all that dangerous. I thought he… he…”

“Okay, baby. That’s enough for now.” He stroked my back. I was trembling hard.

“They’re gonna get Holly if they find out I’m not behaving, Dare. Please…please. When you said Jason was here and Mr. Chen and you called me that name I thought they’d think I told you and that’d mean I wasn’t behaving and they were gonna gonna g-get me. I never want to run from you, I want to be yours forever but I thought I have to get to her first. They said if I ever uttered that other name outloud again that Holly would be theirs. Somehow they knew I hated my mother so they made me take her name. You started calling me Angel and at first I thought you knew who I really was and then I realized that’s who I was to you, an angel, and Dare, that’s who I want to be. It’s me but a version of me, the me before Alaska, before all the ugliness, before Kruna. Daddy called me Angel. Oh God, I miss him. It was like you saw who I really was under all that ugly dirty ugly dirty….if they find out…oh god…”

“Shh, they won’t. It’s okay. I won’t let them. Breathe, baby, breathe.”

“Dare, please don’t let them. Don’t let them take me. You take me. Keep me. My head is so…I need, I need…” My words were all screwy.

He didn’t make me keep begging. He didn’t wait until I made sense because he knew what I needed. One of his hands slid into my pajamas and then into my panties and then I threw my hands over my head and he pinned them with his other hand. I tested by lifting and his grip tightened, “Don’t move. Be a good girl, Angel.”

I whimpered.

“Isn’t this good, baby?” he asked a few moments later, continuing to rub me.

I was having trouble letting go and he obviously knew it.

“What do you need, my baby?”

“I need your cock, Master. In my mouth. Rough. Make me. Make me do it.”

He let go of my wrists, grabbed my hair, and roughly pulled my head down quickly toward his crotch. I flipped onto my side so that my crotch was up near his head and one of his hands was fisted in my hair and the other went to my pants and hit the spot instantly.

Yes.

This.

“Suck it good, baby. Be my good girl.”

Fuck yes.

I got his pants undone and couldn’t get my tongue to the head of his cock fast enough. I whimpered again, feeling sensation build as he fucked my mouth, pumping forward into me. He had his thumb on my clit and at least two fingers inside me and I was about to combust.

His phone rang.

His hips and his fingers stilled and I stopped bobbing.

“No, ignore it. We’re almost there, baby. You’re such a good girl.”

I tried to find it.

His phone stopped ringing and instantly started ringing again.

“Fuck,” he grunted and pulled away.

He reached for the phone from the nightstand.

“Bro? Right. Yep. Okay, two hours. Right.” He hung up and looked at me.

“I need to go to the office for a conference call with Chen’s partners.”

“If they find out you’re not and I’m..if they do, they…” My words were screwy again.

“But you’re behaving, baby. You’re my perfect Angel. There’s nothing to be afraid of, okay? Nothing? I own you. You’re mine. You’ve done everything right. You’re allowed to tell me everything. I mean that. You’re mine, not theirs. So you can tell
me
everything because you’re
my
girl. My good girl. Forget them. You’re not theirs. You’re mine. They don’t matter.”

Oh my god. He was it. He was it for me. I felt a surge of emotion and peace rush within me and wash over me.

He reached for me again, “Let’s get you that release, Angelbaby. I could use one, too.”

God, I loved him.

As I came I couldn’t stop the words “I love you” from tumbling out. I said, “I love you, Dare,” and then I closed my eyes and drifted off toward sleep almost instantly afterwards. He was against me, holding me. He didn’t reply. But that didn’t matter. I just needed him to know. He held me a while and then I felt him tuck me in and tell me he’d be back later.

Dare

Does she love me? She’s so fucked up right now. She’s regressed so deep into her slave behavior and she’s so fucking fragile that I need to handle her with care. I don’t know what more I need to know from her in order to move forward but she’s given me enough for me to go into this meeting.

After I was sure she was asleep I moved carefully out of the bedroom and headed downstairs and called Tommy and asked if he could have someone bring Tia to come hang for a few hours with her so that if I was a while she’d have someone to talk to besides security. If Lisa hadn’t fallen apart it’d be better if it were her but Lisa wasn’t an option right now.

When I got to the office my brother arrived and then we headed to the board room to put on our game faces and talk to the Kruna scumbags. I had the phone call recorded.

Angel

I dreamt about Thailand, about the time before Kruna.

Jason was tall, dark, and handsome. He was rich and charming and obsessed with me. He was a devil in disguise.  He liked the power of running the bar and his powerful uncle at his back. But I didn’t think he wasn’t a really bad guy. I think he was a little bit of a spoiled rich kid caught up in things. And he tried to stop them from taking me in but they thought I knew too much. And because of that they punished him by making him watch them work at breaking me that first day. Jason cried that day. I saw him crying. And then his uncle repeatedly brought him in to watch while I was abused.

I dreamt about the few dates we had, the laughs we had. And then I woke up. I stayed in bed.

I thought back to when he proposed to me and wondered if I’d just said yes if he could’ve protected me from what’d happened over the next two years. But if he’d done that and I’d somehow managed to stay in the dark about the existence of Kruna my life would’ve been a lie. I’d have been married to a liar. And I’d never have met and fallen in love with Dario Ferrano.

I let my mind wander even farther backwards for the first time in a long time.

Two Years Ago:

“Angie! There’s mail for you!”

My little sister Holly thrust the envelope at me, “It’s thick. It’s gotta be a yes!”

My application to teach in Thailand had been accepted. I was stoked! I was leaving in two weeks. I’d arranged for Holly to move in with her grandmother in Anchorage a week later and I was getting the heck out of Alaska.

I met up with some of my friends at a bar that night and we toasted my journey.  When I got home I was a little tipsy, but I’d taken a cab. No harm; no foul.  My mother, though, she was not impressed.

“So, you’re leavin’ now and you think you can break all the rules, huh?” she sneered at me, clearly way drunker than I was.

“I decided you can go now,” she mumbled, staggering to the sink to put her glass in, “I started packing for you.”

She wandered away, bouncing off walls all the way to the staircase in her threadbare cotton nightgown. I flipped her the double bird behind her back, took a deep breath, and walked into my bedroom, which was off the kitchen.

Everything from my closet and from my drawers was piled on my bed. Every drawer in my nine drawer dresser was open and empty. Books, clothes, shoes, papers, all on the bed. Posters from the wall ripped off and thrown on top. Curtains from the window? One half hanging by one remaining hook, the other on top of my bed.

I texted my best friend Laurie, “Can I crash at your pad tonight? She is off the charts.”

She replied right away, “Come! Slumber party. Yay! :)”

I snuck quietly upstairs to Holly’s room and shook her gently,” Holl, c’mon. We’re sleeping at Laurie’s.” I had to get my sister to come with me. If Mom came back out, something she often did before finally passing out, and couldn’t find me she’d start on Holly. The only reason I hadn’t moved out already was because of Holly. She was 15. She was from Mom’s second marriage and I hadn’t met her until I moved here when my Dad died but she was the reason I stayed. I bought groceries, helped her with her homework, and she and I did our best to stay out of Mom’s way. Her grandmother promised that Holly could live there with her when I went to Thailand and said she could stay there until I finished my teaching contract. After that was up we’d go and move to the farm my dad had left me down in Charleston. The farm was being looked after and it was all organized.

I suppressed the urge to go to Mom’s room and scream in her face. I suppressed the urge to scream at the top of my lungs at how awful of a mother she was.  I just got an overnight bag together and me and Holly took off to walk to Laurie’s studio apartment about five blocks away where we could crash on her pullout sofa bed.

The next day I went home first to see what was what and Mom had trashed my room further as well as trashed Holly’s room. So I got my stuff packed and packed up my car with my sister’s things, leaving Holly at Laurie’s so she wouldn’t have to deal with the arguments and then I drove her to her Gran’s early. Mom didn’t care. She said “Good riddance to bad rubbish!” as I left.

Holly’s gran put in an application with CPS to be on the safe side and I gave them a statement before I left for Thailand hoping it’d mean that Mom wouldn’t get her back. Holly and I promised to Skype every night.

I almost didn’t go before knowing if the CPS stuff was sorted but she encouraged me to live my dreams out. She and her Gran assured me all would be well.

Thailand was a blast at first. I had enough English-speaking people around, lots of spare time, and had loads of laughs. And Jason and I had fun. Great sex, nothing deep or meaningful, but fun. He liked to party. He had a big dick and he knew how to use it just the way I liked it. Rough. He said he loved my spirit. We laughed a lot. It was great. But then it all went wrong. It all went horribly wrong.

When he’d asked me to marry him the first time I told him I was too young to get married but that I was having a blast with him. He got all sensitive with me and told me he wanted more than to have fun with me. He said he wanted to own me. I thought it was just a macho possessive thing at first and things got too heavy so I lightened the mood by giving him a blowjob and then we smoked a huge blunt together and passed out on the couch in his office.  When I woke up the next morning the gift bag containing the engagement ring I’d already rejected was beside me. When the cleaning lady told me about Kruna, that bag was still in sight.

After I got pulled aside in the airport, I got taken to Kruna, a beautiful 3 storey lavish resort that looked like paradise but that was hell on earth. And that’s when I endured the first 19 days of torture. On the night of day 19 I was moved to Donavan Frost’s quarters. Mr. Frost took me as his own personal sex slave for the first several months. He did this to punish Jason for the fact that the cleaning lady had warned me, that she’d learned so much because he was careless.

At first, he had Jason there often. At first, after I was broken, he made Jason watch us have sex while a guard held a gun to Jason’s head. I never looked Jason in the eye after he’d shot the cleaning lady but felt his eyes on us when his uncle was punishing him and I felt his hatred focus on his uncle.

Mr. Frost was horrible. He was handsome and charming, looked a lot like his nephew, and he was pure evil. Pure. Evil.

He couldn’t ejaculate unless he was hurting you and he ejaculated a lot while I was his slave. He died one night in his sleep, mysteriously. I’d been in the bed beside him, naked and bound to the headboard with shackles, and knew he was dead for over 24 hours before anyone came for us, which was something that I’d tried to push out of my mind ever since. Being chained in bed beside a corpse whose mouth was open and whose opened eyes were bleeding for all that time, a corpse who spent 7 months torturing you after you were already broken, it can fuck a girl up.

After that I was put into the Kruna equivalent of a psych ward, put through some training, and then put with general population slaves and that’s where I first heard the legend of Monalisa. I listened to a conversation between a few girls one day where they talked about her.  She’d been a slave who everyone loved. Everyone. And she got sold and became a wife to a handsome American businessman who never brought her back and who never came back. I went on a mission to get what she got. I went on a mission through following my A to B plan over and over so I could get sold, point C. Jason didn’t come back after Mr. Frost died.  I didn’t know what happened to him.

Tommy

I watched my brother’s expression turn ugly as he listened to the guy talking on the loud speaker,

“Donavan’s scout spotted her and wanted to bring her in. Jason tried to stop it by revving up their relationship and trying to get her to marry him. Things went wrong, she found out too much, and we had to bring her in. Frost taught his nephew a lesson by making your girl his, by using her roughly in front of Jason. We were concerned. It was brewing hostility that didn’t need to happen. A decision was made and we were looking at a number of options with respect to Donavan Frost as he was a problem for a number of reasons. Before we had a chance to act on our decision someone beat us to it. They had him poisoned. It was definitely an inside job and we suspected but couldn’t prove Jason had paid the person who did it. Unfortunately your Felicia got caught in the crossfire. She was with him when he died and she was in a precarious position. It was about 24 hours she was alone with his corpse, restrained in the bed beside him.