Page 35 of Truth or Dare

She started to sob and a flurry of words and whimpers came out.

“Master, don’t let them get me.” She threw her arms over my shoulders and clung to my neck like her life depended on it.

“Shh.” I lay down, taking her with me. Her head landed on my shoulder. I stroked her hair and she loosened her grip around my neck and fisted my t-shirt. “It’s gonna all be okay, babe. Settle down. I promise it’ll be okay. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whimpered, and her breathing slowed down.

I thought she was settling but then she said, “Make me yours, Master. Take me. Make me yours.”

I thought the ‘master’ ramblings were her asleep, still in the nightmare. I guess I’d been wrong.

“Baby, I’m not your Master,” I said, shaking my head.

“I want you to be,” she whispered. “I’ll be a good girl.” She squirmed into me. “Your good girl.”

For fuck’s sake. I had goosebumps everywhere and all the blood in my head rushed straight to my cock.

Her grip loosened on my shirt and I quickly knew why. She slipped her hand into the waistband of my shorts and then she was gripping my rock-hard cock. Fuck.

“Felicia.”

“Please don’t call me that,” she pleaded.

“What’s your real name?” I asked. She hadn’t let go of my cock yet and fuck but I was hard. How could I not be?

She was quiet a minute and then said, “Please don’t make me tell you. I’m not allowed to.”

“Hands off.”

She shuddered, then her thumb stroked over the tip. “I can make you feel good.”

“I’m sure you could.” I grabbed her wrist and tried to pull. She gripped tighter. I didn’t wanna be rough with her. Wow. So she was an obedient slave girl, but she wouldn’t let go of my cock? Just my luck.

“Let go.”

“Please, Dare?”

“I’m not taking advantage of you. Let go of it.”

“You’re not. I’m offering. I need it. I haven’t…” she didn’t finish.

“You’ve got some sort of hero worship, babe. I got you outta there and you’re developing some sense of obligation here. I don’t want that.”

“My hair is red and I love to fuck. That’s what you wanted, right? I love to fuck, Master. I really, really do. I’d keep up with you, whatever you want, any way you want, I–” she squeezed, stroking upwards.

“Let go of my cock, babe. Seriously.”

She took her hand away and moved off my chest but not far away, just beside me. She was quiet for a beat and then said, “You don’t want me?”

“I don’t.”

I could feel her shame. Her distress filled the room. This girl had been assessed and appraised for her sexual value and my telling her she had none to me? It had to hurt.

“Sweetheart, you’re beautiful. You are totally what I’d go for. But I won’t go there. Not takin’ advantage of you. Your head isn’t in the right place after all they did to you and yeah, a few months ago, you beggin’ me like this, I would’ve. I would’ve fucked you in a heartbeat but where I’m at in my life right now, I can’t. Won’t.”

“Oh.”

“You okay? I’m gonna go back to the living room.”

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