Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“Yes. I want you to show me who you were before Felicia. I want that girl.”
“Master…”
“I mean it. I don’t want this broken girl, I want my girl, the girl from the bull-riding video. You were wild before Kruna, before you were Felicia, weren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You be that girl for me, okay? You don’t have to be Felicia ever again.”
She choked and sobbed and it broke in the middle.
“You’re my girl, Angel. No more Felicia.”
“Yes, Master. Your Angel.”
“No more spanking. You okay?”
She sighed. In disappointment, maybe.
“You want more spanking?”
“Yes.”
“Not today. Right now, what else can I do to make you feel better?”
“I need your cock, Master. Please give me your cock. Let me be your good girl.”
I flipped her onto her back, unzipped my pants and drove inside her hard and fast, digging my fingers into her hips and after just half a dozen hard strokes she came all over me, instantly, screaming out her “Thank you, Master.” And it didn’t take me long to finish, either.
I told her she was my good girl as I came inside of her.
We took a minute to catch our breath. I felt dirty and kind of sick in my gut.
“Are you back?” I asked softly.
I felt her nod.
“Did I make it hurt enough?” I caressed her hair.
“More hurt would’ve been … but it was still good,” she answered softly. “Thank you.”
“I don’t know how to hurt you, baby. You’ll need to tell me what you need when you can tell me so I’ll know next time. What happened? Is it gonna set you off to tell me?”
She froze and then started to tremble again. I held her tighter.
“I just don’t want what he made me feel. I wanted you to cover it.”
“Who?”
“Please can we not talk? Please, Dare?” She was sniffling with broken breaths.
“We’ll talk later. I gotta go see Leese out. You okay for a minute?”
“Yes,” she said softly. “Can you please tell Lisa I’m sorry?”
“Yeah, my baby, but don’t be sorry, okay? It’s not your fault.”
She didn’t answer.
I found Lisa sitting outside on the terrace staring out at the city. It was raining pretty hard. She looked deep in thought.
“Hey.”
“They really did a number on her. And for me to think that… whoa.”
I nodded. “What happened? What caused that?”
“Well, the tables got a little turned. She didn’t wanna talk. But I guess I did, so I did. I cried a little and didn’t say a whole lot about Kruna but I sort of talked about how hard it was to keep my secret and how everything I’d buried was now eating me alive. About how much I miss my husband. She was trying to comfort me. She’s really sweet, Dare. She really is a great person, I can tell. Anyway, I joked that if she was ever up for some trash talking of the people there, I’d be game. She actually liked that idea so it started off kinda funny, names she was speaking were ones I hadn’t uttered out loud in over 2 years but she was laughing, loving the shit I was saying, the impressions of them. It was inside jokes that only her and I would get but it was awesome. It felt like a release for me and I could tell for her too but then I said a certain name and before anything else came out of my mouth, she had a flip out.”
“What was the name and what’s the story?”
“Donavan. Donavan Frost. He’s very high up at Kruna. One of the highest, if not the highest. He’s cruel. He’s relentless. He’s a severe sadist. He put everyone on rotation so you’d get him every few months and trust me when I say you needed the break in between. He must’ve been particularly awful to her, deeply traumatized her. Just the mention of his name…” She trailed off and got a faraway look.
I clenched my teeth. “What else do you know about him?”
It took her a second to reply. She was clearly digging through some not-so-nice memories.
“He’s probably late 30’s or early 40’s. Handsome. Looks a bit like Rob Lowe, tall, likely 6 foot 5, built. Twice that I know of he took it too far and really hurt girls. One died from asphyxiation. The other wound up with several broken bones and they had to bring in a surgeon for her. He is vicious. He sprained my wrist. You’d spend time with him and you’d be black, blue, and emotionally traumatized.”
“Okay. You okay? Seeing her flip out like that must’ve shaken you up good.”
“I’m okay now. I’m sorry to say this but you have to control those outbursts. You can stop them from happening or you can nip them in the bud quickly if you see one coming on. You need to. If she has those freak-outs in public it won’t be good. You say she was considered exemplary. She’s not being exemplary. She’s broken and her Master is probably the only one who can fix her. You’ll do that with a firmer hand.”