Truth or Dare (The Dominator #2) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Dominator Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
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I was sobbing and my hands were back over my eyes.

“Angel, I’m sorry!”

I couldn’t get myself together. I buried my face in my knees and then I was sobbing uncontrollably on the kitchen floor.

“What can I do? Can I get you something?”

I couldn’t answer. I saw his face, I heard his voice, I felt the lash of his belt, the bite of the shackles. I smelled the stench of death. I couldn’t stop crying. I gagged a few times, bile rising in my throat. It’d been more than a year since I saw his corpse but the mere mention of his name and I was a total mess.

The tears wouldn’t let up, the shaking wouldn’t stop. Lisa reached over to touch my shoulder but I completely lost it. “Don’t, don’t, don’t.” I scurried to the corner. It felt like I was back in that room, chained to that bed, smelling that smell, feeling his cold body against mine.

I heard Lisa on the phone.

“Dare, can you come back? I talked about someone at the resort and it triggered an anxiety attack or something. She’s on the kitchen floor. No, just crying and rocking. Okay. Angel? He’s coming. It’s okay.”

I burst into the apartment and Lisa was standing at the sink with a helpless look on her face. When I got closer, I saw that Angel was huddled in a ball on the kitchen floor against the corner cupboard. I reached down and touched her and she flinched.

“Baby, it’s okay. You okay?” I scooped her up and gave Lisa a nod. “I’ve got this. Can you wait a few?”

She nodded.

“We’ll talk in a few minutes,” I said and took Angel, who was holding herself and shaking hard with her eyes shut tight. I took her into the bedroom and got her on the bed.

“Baby?”

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

“Angel!” I got louder. She didn’t reply. She curled into a ball on her side on the bed.

“What is it, baby?”

She took handfuls of her hair into her hands and the pain on her face hit me right in the gut.

“Help,” she pleaded in a small voice.

“What can I do?”

“Help. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…”

I reached over and took her wrists away from her ears and pinned them over her head.

“Need me to make you come, baby? Will that help?”

She nodded a little and was shuddering from all the crying.

“Lay down.” I sat.

“I need it to hurt, Master. Can you please make it hurt first?”

What the fuck?

“Please make it hurt, Master. Make it hurt.”

Fuck. What the fuck do I do here?

“Please!” she cried out in a shrill voice and then whispered, “Hurt me.”

I was stunned.

“Dare,” my name was a prayer on her lips. “Please. I can’t… take it. Take it away.”

“How?”

She was trembling so fucking hard and it was freaking me the fuck out.

“Please, Master!” she cried out in a shrill voice again. The look in her eyes was gutting me. She looked frightened out of her mind.

Lisa was in the doorway with the door open. I was about to holler at her to get the fuck out but she said, “Spank her.”

I was stunned. Lisa looked to Angel.

“Felicia!” Lisa shouted and Angel went completely stiff. Lisa continued in this deeper, huskier, more authoritative voice, a voice I’d never heard from her before. “Get over your Master’s lap right now.” Angel immediately threw herself over my lap and lifted her ass.

“Tell your Master what you need, Felicia!” Lisa demanded.

“I’m sorry, please spank me, Master. Spank me and take me and show me I’m yours. Not his. Yours. Not his. Yours. Cover his hurt so I don’t feel his pain.”

I looked to Lisa with what was probably shock on my face. She nodded at me and then left the room, shutting the door.

“Angel, I can’t hurt you.”

She whimpered, “Please. Yours. Can I be yours? Can I be yours?”

Fuck.

“Yes, you’re mine. You’re mine, baby.”

“Not his,” she cried out, in hysterics, “Not his.”

“No. Mine, Angel. Not his.” I stroked her hair.

“Please!” she whimpered and lifted her ass higher.

My hand, of its own volition, yanked her yoga pants down and then I grabbed the back of her collar with one hand and that other hand quickly came down on her ass and smacked it.

She groaned. She groaned long and deep and like she was gonna come any second. My cock got hard despite my brain feeling like I was in the middle of a sick fucking scene.

“I didn’t mean to see his face, didn’t mean to see it. I need to feel you so I don’t feel him. Sorry for being naughty.”

I slapped her ass again.

She whispered, “Please tell me. Tell me, tell me.”

“You’re mine. You’re my girl and you’ll only be naughty for me.”

“Yes, Master. Only for you.”

“I want you to be naughty, Angel.”

“You do?” she sobbed.


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