Page 20 of Truth or Dare

I’d been trained, had it drilled into me to please the patrons and I’d been trained that if I was ever lucky enough to be purchased by someone who wanted to be my Master that I’d have to be absolutely perfect in order to please him. Failure was not an option. I was considered an exemplary slave. So why was I doing so badly at this? I was like a fish out of water right now, all but flopping around on the carpet.

He was gone for a few hours, and no one bothered me. He’d left the television on and after a while, I’d gotten comfortable on the bed. It had been just about two years since I had a room to myself with a television in it. I didn’t even have the nerve to change the channel. I simply sat and watched the news for the whole time he was gone, mesmerized by the ability to watch news, to see what was going on outside the confines of the resort.

When the door to the room opened, I scampered to sit on the edge of the bed, feeling like lounging had been wrong.

He frowned at me and shook his head and then sat. He looked pissed. “Did someone come and harass you?”

“No, Master.”

“Good. Right, well we have a few hours until we need to dress for dinner. Are you hungry? Want lunch?”

I was still stuffed from breakfast. I swear that the bacon melted in my mouth like manna from heaven.

“I’m not hungry, Master. But if you are, I’d be happy to order something for you or to accompany you to one of the dining rooms.”

He rolled his eyes. “No, I’m good. But I need out of this…this…” He searched for a word, “building for a bit.”

I resisted the urge to sigh. I really had hoped he’d just keep me here until it was time to leave. It felt like if I left this room that things could go wrong.

“Come.” He took my hand and led me out to the balcony.

He shut the doors and got close to my ear, making my whole body prickle with sensation. “We have a game to play tonight,” he whispered.

My nipples tingled at the proximity, at his breath on my throat, at those words.

“I don’t wanna, but fucking scumbags,” he said really softly, so softly I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly. I frowned.

I looked up at him and nodded, not sure what he meant but wanting him to be pleased with me.

He gave me a small, sad smile and put his hand on my face again. God, when he did that it gave me shivers.

“So, we’re taking a walk, I take it?” He smiled at me and then lifted a lock of my hair and examined it.

“Much better wild,” he added.

I smiled, sort of surprised. “I wore both. So, whatever pleases you, Master.”

“I’ll change. We’ll do both.”

I was glad he wanted to walk rather than take me to a public area here. I was also glad for the physical contact. It helped me put things into context. Him telling me he was pleased, touching me, it helped me be who I needed to be. It’d be nice to again get as far away from the building as possible. Our walk last night was the farthest I’d been from the building since arriving here. And if I didn’t screw it up before tomorrow, I’d be on a plane. A plane away from here. My heart wanted to leap with joy and hope. It didn’t. It knew better.

He stepped back inside and I followed. I watched him grab a few articles of clothing from the closet and head to the bathroom. A few minutes later he emerged in a pair of navy-blue board shorts and a tan tank top, wearing brown leather thong flip flops. He looked gorgeous. I could practically count his abs, which I already knew from earlier were an eight-pack, through his tight shirt. His arms were cut, chiseled, inkless, beautiful. He grabbed a pair of sunglasses from his bag in the closet and took my hand and we were off. His hand was warm, strong. I felt twinges in my nipples.

When we were as far away from the buildings as we could get before hitting the fence line, he sat on the sand just near the shore, put his feet in the water, and patted beside himself. I sat.

“We’re leaving right after breakfast in the morning,” he said and for the first time since he got here, I think his face held no anger. He was beautiful.

I nodded, feeling my heart swell. The breeze blew my hair into my face so I pushed it out of the way and the way he was looking at me, I couldn’t help it but I think I dared to actually hope a little. Not a lot, but a little.

“Tonight, they’re insisting I attend a dinner and I don’t want you at my feet but it’s what they expect. And I don’t feel good about leaving you in the room alone for that length of time.” The anger crept back over his features.

I nodded, thrilled that being at his feet was not something he’d expect going forward, but feeling cautious at his expression.

“I get the impression it might get…” His face went sour, “sordid.”

I nodded, totally confused. Of course, it would get sordid. It usually did. Wasn’t that why he was here? I mean, some of the patrons were more exhibitionists and voyeurs than others, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for me to attend to someone who was more private about their sexuality, but with him being a partner’s son I guess I was a little surprised that this didn’t seem to be second nature to him.

“Has it been terrible?” He took my hand and rubbed his fingertips across the back of it.

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