Page 24 of Truth or Dare

“Something that makes you comfortable,” I answered, taking off my cufflinks.

She looked at the floor.

“What is it, Felicia?”

She kept her eyes on the floor and was about to speak.

“Look at me, angel.”

She swallowed hard and her whole body locked tight, but she looked at me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she said as she looked at me and then she flinched almost as if I was going to strike her.

I didn’t know what was on her mind. I looked at her for a minute, trying to get a read on her.

“Would you choose something for me, please, Dare?” she piped up, finally, breaking the awkward silence. Why was she so pale?

“You okay?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

I sighed. exasperated.

I walked to her trunk and inspected the contents. There was a lot of lace. A lot of white lace. Fucking figured. Why did this trunk have to be filled with shit that did it for me?

During my tour, I’d been told that if I’d elected to leave her in for further training, I could specify the types of clothing to be sent home with her, my preferred attire. White lace would be my preferred attire if this was what I actually wanted. Since I was foregoing the ‘transition training’, she was being sent home with me with a mixture of clothes. I found a virginal looking long silky white nightgown with spaghetti straps. I also found a blue crotchless and nipple-less merry widow as well as some other sexy lingerie in every color of the rainbow. I passed her the long white nightgown as it was the least revealing.

When she returned from the bathroom, she was in it and she looked even more alluring than I’d expected. I hadn’t noticed the nightgown had a side slit almost to the hip and most of the chest area was transparent lace and sheer. Her hair was now down and she still wore the blue collar, which I thought was odd. I tried to deny my brain from thinking about how fucking sexy she looked with her wild curls and that necklace matching her eyes.

“You want help removing that?” I asked and reached for her neck.

She gasped and locked tight.

“What?” I froze in my tracks, my hands in mid-air.

“I don’t want it off. I never want it off.” Her eyes were wide, frenzied. I was startled at that. It was like she was coming unglued. I backed away and gave her space.

I went to the bathroom and saw that some of her things were out on the countertop. A blue stone-handled hairbrush. It looked antique. A toothbrush. Some facial cleanser and moisturizer. I got a twinge at her things sharing space with mine. Her toothbrush was lying directly beside mine. Her hairbrush directly beside mine. Deconstructing it, it was almost territorial. Yeah, she’d probably need some counseling once I got her out of here.

I got ready for bed and when I strode out in my boxer briefs, having forgotten to bring clothes in again, she reacted. Seated at the foot of the bed, she fisted the bedding. Yeah, that was nice for my ego, but I pretended not to notice.

It was hot in the room despite the AC so I decided that I’d forego the track pants tonight and threw the blanket to the foot of the bed and then climbed in under the top sheet in my underwear. I thought back to that morning, waking up with my cock against her ass and got instantly hard.

Down boy.

“Come to bed,” I said and she spun around, hiked up the nightgown, and was on her knees crawling slowly toward the head of the bed. She looked fucking amazing. Blazing wavy hair falling over one shoulder, her eyes on me and with visions of sex in them, her luscious tits spilling out of the low cut white silky nightgown as she crawled slowly toward me. I turned on my side so that I’d have my back to her when she got to the top and ground my teeth tight as I flicked the lamp off.

She was beside me, under the top sheet, and I felt her breath on my back. She was winded. I squeezed my eyes tight and tried to ignore her sweet scent, the warm breath on me, the tingling in my fucking groin. Motherfucking scumbags in this place.

I was dreaming of her; she was riding me, her gorgeous hair spilling around her shoulders, her beautiful tits bouncing, her eyes on me and filled with want.

“I’m all yours, Master, for forever, and for anything your heart desires,” she’d huskily said in my dream and it sounded so hot. So fucking hot.

I had one of her hips in my hand and the index finger of my other hand was looped through the dangling heart pendant, holding on. In the dream, I bounced her on my cock. Fuck, it felt good. Somehow, I knew I was dreaming and had a lucid thought that it felt too intense and real to be a dream. My eyes bolted open and that’s when I realized she was under the blankets and she had my cock in her mouth.

She had me deep and she was applying the perfect amount of suction. Fuck. I had her hair wrapped around my fist.

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