“The perfect woman. Schooled in all the ways to please a man.”
Fuck, Pop. Why’d you do this to me?
Not perfect. Just doing what she was brainwashed to do.
I never wanted to parade in front of her in just a towel but she’d flustered me to the point I’d forgotten to bring clothes into the bathroom. And in the bathroom seeing her fucking white stockings, garter belt, white lace thong, and bra laying on the vanity… it put me even more off-balance. I reached into my suitcase and grabbed a pair of black track pants with a white stripe up the legs. I went back into the bathroom and got into them, ignoring the pile of lace on the vanity. Fuck, this next part was gonna suck.
Maybe I should go to their gym and tell her to crash and then hope she’d be asleep by the time I returned. But I didn’t know what I’d see out there, what scumbags I’d have to have conversations with. Maybe here was better for tonight. I’d slept like shit on the flight so maybe I could actually sleep. Sleep would clear my brain for the meeting I had to attend in the morning with these scumbags.
When I had left before her bath I’d stopped into Rafe Ruiz’s office. He and that Asian woman were huddled in a deep discussion with a nude blonde slave who was on her knees between them. They halted their conversation and looked at me as I entered.
“I am a very possessive man,” was how I greeted them, “Now that I’ve collected her, no one fucks with what’s mine. No one talks to her or approaches her, and especially does not touch her without my permission. Understood?”
“We understand. Absolutely, Mr. Ferrano,” Rafe replied.
Then he spewed a bunch of crawling-up-my ass bullshit appeasing words. I avoided looking at the girl on the floor on her knees. If I looked at her I’d be tempted to beat the shit out of Ruiz and that bitch standing beside him. I wasn’t someone who ever wanted to beat the shit out of a woman but something about her vibe told me it was a case where I could make an exception.
“Goodnight,” I said and I’d left it at that and stepped outside for a quick Skype IM conversation on my cell with my brother and then I returned to the suite.
When I came back out of the bathroom I flicked the light off.
“Might as well get some shut-eye. I’m zonked from the flight.”
She hesitated and then said “Okay” softly.
I climbed into the bed under the covers and said, “You can crash.” I wasn’t sure at first why she was still sitting there at the end of the bed but then realized she was waiting for me to tell her what I wanted her to do. I reached for the lamp but she got up and then laid down on the floor beside my side of the bed before I could get the light flicked off.
“What’re you doing?” I looked down at her. She’d put her hands folded in prayer position under a cheek and was laying on the floor without a pillow or blanket. She was in my t-shirt and it had ridden up and I caught sight of the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. I pushed the unholy thoughts away, not looking, determined not to let myself feel anything but disgusted because this girl was clearly behaving the way she’d been brainwashed to behave.
She sat up quickly, “I’m so sorry. Whatever you need, Master; I wasn’t sure.” She stood
up and climbed over me in the bed and while hovering over me quickly whipped the t-shirt off and laid down on her back beside me, spread eagled, totally nude.
“Whoa; what the fuck?” I was completely taken aback. I looked at the ceiling.
“Please enlighten me as to your needs, Dare. I want to make you happy.” I could sense her fear and it was escalating.
“I’m tired, Felicia. I’m in need of sleep.” She went to leave the bed. I caught her wrist, “Where are you going?”
“Would you like me to return to my room or would you like me to sleep on the floor, or?”
She looked a bit lost.
“It’s okay, chill out,” I said, looking her in the face, not looking at her body. Trying really hard to not look at her body.
“Sorry.”
“Stop fuckin’ apologizing!” I bit off.
She flinched and I felt like shit.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, looking her in the eyes.
She looked baffled.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, Felicia. Talk to me here. We need to communicate.”
“I’m just trying to figure out how to please you, Master. I’m accustomed to being directed.”