Free Truth or Dare; The Dominator II by DD Prince

flight.”
    She hesitated and then said “Okay” softly.
    I climbed into the bed under the covers and said, “You can crash.” I wasn’t sure at first why she was still sitting there at the end of the bed but then realized she was waiting for me to tell her what I wanted her to do. I reached for the lamp but she got up and then laid down on the floor beside my side of the bed before I could get the light flicked off.
    “What’re you doing?” I looked down at her. She’d put her hands folded in prayer position under a cheek and was laying on the floor without a pillow or blanket. She was in my t-shirt and it had ridden up and I caught sight of the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. I pushed the unholy thoughts away, not looking, determined not to let myself feel anything but disgusted because this girl was clearly behaving the way she’d been brainwashed to behave.
    She sat up quickly, “I’m so sorry. Whatever you need, Master; I wasn’t sure.” She stood up and climbed over me in the bed and while hovering over me quickly whipped the t-shirt off and laid down on her back beside me, spread eagled, totally nude.
    “Whoa; what the fuck?” I was completely taken aback. I looked at the ceiling.
    “Please enlighten me as to your needs, Dare. I want to make you happy.” I could sense her fear and it was escalating.
    “I’m tired, Felicia. I’m in need of sleep.” She went to leave the bed. I caught her wrist, “Where are you going?”
    “Would you like me to return to my room or would you like me to sleep on the floor, or?”
    She looked a bit lost.
    “It’s okay, chill out,” I said, looking her in the face, not looking at her body. Trying really hard to not look at her body.
    “Sorry.”
    “Stop fuckin’ apologizing!” I bit off.
    She flinched and I felt like shit.
    “I’m sorry,” I told her, looking her in the eyes.
    She looked baffled.
    “Tell me what’s on your mind, Felicia. Talk to me here. We need to communicate.”
    “I’m just trying to figure out how to please you, Master. I’m accustomed to being directed.”
    I gritted my teeth, “Just lay down and go to sleep. In the bed. I have no expectations of you right now.”
    I pulled the comforter back and motioned for her to get under, trying really fucking hard to not look at her nudity. She looked shell shocked.
    “What?” I snapped.
    “Am I not…uh…did I do something wrong?”
    I clenched my teeth and decided I needed to play things carefully here. I planned to get through this unscathed, to get out of here and then figure out our next move.
    “No, Felicia. Nothing’s wrong. I’m tired from the trip. We’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted better later.” There, that should do it.
    “Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of you, Dare?” she asked huskily and the change in her tone made the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck rise.
    “I’m good.” I mumbled, “Put the t-shirt back on.”
    She reached over and found it. I flicked the lamp off and squeezed my eyes shut tight. I rolled over so my back was to her.
     
    Felicia
    It didn’t take me long to fall asleep. The bed was soft and felt like it was hugging me. And his presence, it did something to me, something I couldn’t put my finger on. My mind was almost buzzing but it was like it was all white noise, muffled, unintelligible.
    I occasionally slept in beds with patrons but normally when it happened I was totally exhausted, completely spent by the time I fell asleep. Not tonight. He hadn’t wanted any sexual favors.  He fed me, walked me, let me take a bubble bath, and then clothed me and let me sleep beside him in a soft bed.  He was handsome. He was young and virile. So what was wrong with him? He was angry. What else? He’d have no problem finding a woman so maybe he had very dark carnal tastes. I’d had dark; boy had I had dark. How dark would he be?
    As I fell asleep I held onto the idea not of hope of a happily ever after but