Truth or Dare; The Dominator II (19 page)

“Luciana. Luc for short. Short like me. I’m Dare’s baby sister,” The one on Eddy’s arm laughed and reached out and shook my hand.

“Angel,” I replied softly. I glanced at Dare and he shook his head in dismay.

“I’m Tessa,” the sister with the ombre reached over and shook my hand, “That’s Lisa. Wicked stepmother.” The two girls laughed.

Lisa gave me a nod but she didn’t smile. A waiter and a busboy came over with another table and put it against our table.

“Fuck,” Dare muttered.  The three girls sat.

“Sorry, man. She got it outta me,” Eddy said.

I looked at Eddy and then to Dario. He rolled his eyes and drank the balance of what was in his wineglass back.

The waiter came by to fill their water glasses.

“Wine for me,” Tessa said and then her eyes got bigger, “What the heck, Dare? Are you…are you in
jeans
?”

“Holy shit, he is! Cranberry juice for me,” Luc said and then glanced to me, “I’m nursing. It’s been years since I’ve seen you in jeans, Dare. What happened? Drycleaners closed?”

Dare rolled his eyes.

“Just some sparkling water’s good.” said Lisa.

“She’s preggers,” Luc added, looking at me.

I smiled and said, “Congrats” to Lisa and took a sip from my wineglass. She gave me a smile but it didn’t touch her eyes. I felt a little self-conscious.

“So…” Luc said, looking at Dare, “How’d you two meet?”

“None of your business,” Dare answered with an eyebrow raised at her in warning.

Luc looked at me and rolled her eyes.

“Awe c’mon. Is this a first date, third date, what?” She looked at me when her brother didn’t answer. His jaw was clenched.

I laughed nervously and sipped my wine.

“It’s a none-of-your- business, you pain-in-the-ass date. We need to go, actually. You done, baby?” He looked at me.

My body tingled at the endearment and that he’d referred to it as a date. I had only had a few bites but had already gotten my fill on the appetizers and the bread. Besides, he clearly wanted to go.

“I’m good,” I answered and wiped my mouth.

“Get someone to wrap that up?” Dario said to Eddy, “She might want that for breakfast tomorrow.” He winked at me and I couldn’t help but smile huge, eyes locking with his. His smile spread wide, too. Damn, he was hot.

Luc cleared her throat, “Okay, so you’re to the breakfast-planning part of the relationship…”

My eyes darted to her.

“Sorry, Angel, darling. Our brother tries to keep his love life private,” she rolled her eyes, “We don’t do private in
this
family. We haven’t had the pleasure of seeing anyone he’s dating in a very very long time so we had to barge in and check you out.” She looked to her brother, “She has the sisterly and stepmotherly seals of approval… from what we can tell. Right girls?”

“Right,” Tessa answered.

“Definitely,” said Lisa, which was odd since she seemed like she meant it but that didn’t actually go with the looks she’d been giving me.

“Gee, thanks a bunch. Your approval means everything,” Dare rolled his eyes. His two sisters laughed. He got to his feet, reached into his wallet, and dropped several bills on the table, “Dinner’s on me,” he said this to the girls and then he gave Eddy a chin lift.

“You wait for the food; I’m getting a smoke, alright?” he said to me.

I nodded. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, making me tingle all over, and then left the building. A waiter had appeared with Styrofoam containers and was transferring food from my and Dare’s plates to them. I put my new coat on and lifted my purse and then got to my feet, “It was really nice to meet all of you. The food was excellent, Eddy.”

They were all smiling at me.

“Hope to see you again,” Tessa said.

“Me, too,” I returned.  The waiter handed me a twine-handled paper bag with the leftovers and I waved and then another waiter offered me a mint from the big bowl of mints on the bar as I passed so I popped it into my mouth as I left the building.

Dare was leaning against the hood of his car smoking and watching me as I came outside. His face held something intense. I couldn’t tell right now if it was anger, frustration, deep thought, but I had to look away from his gaze as it was so intense it gave me chills. He went around to the passenger side and opened the door for me. I gave him a shy smile and got in and put the doggie bag into the back seat with my mall loot. He closed the door and put his cigarette out in an ashtray that was affixed to the building.

We drove back to the apartment in silence but he was fidgety on the ride. When we got inside he walked like a man with a mission, “Follow me,” he said and marched directly to his bedroom. I put the doggie bag on the island and followed him and he dropped the shopping bags on the floor beside the bed and then spun round and reached for my face with both hands and then pulled me in for a kiss. It was a deep kiss with tongue and a sexy masculine moan and him holding my jaw with both hands. Then he let go of my face and started to unbutton my blouse.
Whoa
. Yes!

I absorbed the feel of his touch. He started to kiss my throat as he undid the last of the buttons of my blouse and then he found the button on my pants. Goosebumps rose all over me.

“Undo my pants,” he said against my throat and then let go of my fly and pulled his shirt over his head. My fingers fumbled with his button fly jeans.

As I got his pants undone and pushed them down over his hips he pushed my blouse off my shoulders and as the blouse floated to the floor he quickly got my pants down my hips. I yanked them down the rest of the way and stepped out of them and my shoes. He stepped out of his, walked me back against the bed and then I was on my back and he was on top of me, kissing me. I ran my fingers through his thick blond hair and he let out a deep and sexy moan.

“What’s your name,” he breathed against my ear and then took my lobe between his teeth.

“It’s Angel, Master.” I whispered.

“It’s not,” he grunted and then slid his hand into my panties, “Tell me.”

“It is now,” I said, my mouth opening into an O at where his fingers just went. He hit the spot. Oh lord.

“Tell me or I’ll spank you,” he grabbed my collar.

I might come from words alone.

“Oh, please spank me, Master,” I whispered, and I had goosebumps everywhere. “Holy fuck,” he answered and his hand left my underwear and then he rolled us, then he hauled off and slapped my ass.

I squealed, “Oh yeah.” I was elated. He was absolutely a dominant in the bedroom and I could see he was totally getting off on giving me what I wanted. It got me off. It was perfect. This was precisely what I needed in a sexual partner. You wouldn’t think that after all I’d been through but it still was. Maybe that wasn’t healthy for me with what I’d been through but it was who I was, who I always was. I used to be spunky outside of the bedroom but in it I always wanted a dominant male. I wanted to please him, wanted his directions on how to do that. He slapped my ass again and then hauled me back by the collar and his eyes were ablaze. He was panting, his chest heaving, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

I gulped, thinking he was upset. He wasn’t. He
really
wasn’t.

“Your words make me so fucking hard, baby. Keep talking dirty to me.”

“Can I please suck your cock, Master?” I panted, “Please? I haven’t forgotten how good it tastes. Please can I suck your beautiful cock while I play with my clit?”

His eyes rolled back and his jaw dropped. He regained composure and gave me a heated glare, “Don’t you dare make me come before I’m even inside you.”

Maybe after having to be submissive for so many men that didn’t deserve getting that trust and willingness to please from me, now, having someone who
did
deserve it? Maybe that’s another reason why I was getting off on it so much.

I shimmied down and as I leaned forward to take him into my mouth he grabbed my collar. He held it while his other hand caressed my hair and then he leaned back and moaned as my tongue touched him. I put one hand to his abs, feeling the ridges of muscle while I bobbed up and down, twirling my tongue around his tip and sucking him deep.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked “May I touch myself?” and he groaned out, “Yeah, baby. Do it.”

I braced myself with a hand beside his belly and slipped the other hand down between my legs and let out a long shuddering sigh. One of his hands traveled up and down my back, the other still held my collar. I got his tip back in my mouth.

It didn’t take long before I was shuddering.  I came hard and while I was writhing in ecstasy he let go of the collar but his fingers had my throat instead. I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth and his fingers on my throat as I came. He flipped me and got his cock out of my mouth and then slid down and then drove it into me. His hand went to my breast, tweaking my nipple. I had my head on the pillow and his face was only inches from mine and the room was still light enough, the sun hadn’t fully set yet, and I could see he was looking at me with a warmth, no, with heat, with something that made my heart want to explode. I don’t think anyone had ever looked at me that way.

He didn’t take his eyes off mine as my first orgasm rolled into a second one. He kept fucking me hard while rubbing my clit. He flipped us and I rode him, I rode him hard, throwing my head back, putting on a show and enjoying the sensual expression on his face as he watched me ride him hard. He was gorgeous and he’d made me his last night and again today. I felt euphoric, had to stop myself from telling him I wanted to be his forever and spend every single day of my life thanking him for giving me this.

I rode his cock and his fingers until I screamed out in ecstasy, again, “Oh,” I came so hard. “Thank you, Master,” I whispered.

I collapsed forward onto his chest, exhilarated and exhausted and still enduring aftershocks when he flipped me back to my back and then lifted my legs up over his shoulders and he slammed into me over and over until he finally came, “Angelbaby,” spilling from his beautiful mouth as he did.

He rolled, taking me with him as he got to his back and tucked me in at his side, breathing hard. I curled in and stroked his chest, closing my eyes and soaking in this beautiful beautiful moment.

He caressed my head, playing with my hair.

“May I speak?” I breathed.

“You don’t have to ask me that,” he said softly, pulling a lock of my hair to his nose and then rubbing it across his lips.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry.”

“Okay. What changed your mind about me?”

“A big bottle of vodka and zero self-control.”

“I thought after you left this morning that you regretted it and that you’d come back and send me away,” I whispered.

I hesitantly looked up at him. My eyes met his and his had what looked like pain in them, “That’s what I
should
do,” he said.

“Please don’t,” I pleaded.

“I have a war going on, babe. Tried to get it on with that chick to get you out of my head and I couldn’t because all I could think of was you, here, like this. But I’m
not
a decent guy. I shouldn’t do this. I should be giving you space, letting you straighten your head out.”

“You
are
a decent guy. You’re helping me. You have no idea how much you’re helping me,” I breathed.

“Angel, I fucking ate your pussy before I ever even kissed you on the mouth. Do you not realize how ass fucking backwards that is? You don’t deserve that shit!”

I was shocked.

He continued, “This morning I talked to the building manager. Asked if there were any vacancies. He told me the apartment three doors down’ll be vacant in a few weeks. The owner of the condo got relocated and asked him to put an ad up. I was thinkin’ I’d rent it for you. Get you in your own place and keeping it here would make it so they wouldn’t know you weren’t living with me. I thought it’d be a good way to get some distance, carefully.”

My expression must’ve dropped. He gave me a squeeze, “I told him I’d let him know. I didn’t do it on the spot, probably ‘cuz I didn’t know if I could let you go. After having you last night, call me a dog, but I wanted you again. Saw you when I got home and was gonna ask you what
you
wanted. Then the way you looked at me? Fuck, the way you look at me, Angel…

All day I wanted to kiss you, be inside you. Watching you shop, seeing you smile, it got to me. And you taking the pet name I gave you as your new name? Shit, baby.

After getting a taste of you I couldn’t stop myself. And now after having you again? You talking to me like that and begging me to spank you, asking me for permission to touch yourself? Thanking me for making you come, for letting you make yourself come? Fuck, baby. This was even better than last night and last night was fuck-hot.”

“It was amazing,” I agreed, goosebumps all over me, warmth in my chest like I hadn’t felt in years, maybe even ever.

“What do you want?”

“This,” I answered.