Page 65 of Unbound

My Dare made jokes, he teased the people he loved, he loved a heated debate on a hot topic, he was competitive in a fun and teasing way, and although he could be super angry and broody, he definitely was what Tia had confided in me she’d thought of as “angry-hot” from when she’d first met Dare.

Mr. Chen didn’t have a slave at his feet for the meal. At Mr. Delgado’s feet was a slave I’d never seen before. She was blonde, pixie pretty, tiny and perfectly obedient, getting hand-fed from his plate. Maybe she was my replacement.

I didn’t allow myself to dwell on that. I couldn’t or else I’d show emotion that I couldn’t afford to reveal. I had to continue to show the Kruna powers-that-be that they’d made the right decision in choosing me for Dare. If I didn’t, it’d put him in danger. And he needed to be seen by the leadership team to be completely suitable for that role.

The girl at Mr. Lucas’s feet was someone I was familiar with. Her name was Lulu. We weren’t really friends; most people avoided me to stay off Cleo’s bad side. Lulu and Truly were tight. She had been around longer than I had.

The meal moved at a snail’s pace, so I just did what I was supposed to do. I was dressed in a flowy ivory sundress with straps over my shoulders and crisscrossed on my back. It had some cleavage but not too much. I had on my three-strand necklace, my wedding rings, and my hair had been flat ironed straight, with an iron we bought for this trip. I hadn’t been flat ironing. Dare liked it curly. Dare and I had thrown my old iron down the garbage chute at home and I’d hated buying a new one. But my hair style definitely helped me blend in, seem like I used to seem – part of the furniture around here.

When the meal was over, Mr. Chen suggested that they move to a room for brandy and cigars. When we entered the Townsendroom, I wanted to alert Dare that the Townsend room wasn’t a safe zone. It was often used for play, but I didn’t get a chance to find a way to subtly communicate that to him before we were inside.

Dare held my hand and the other slaves followed behind their sirs, their eyes downcast. I guess it was muscle memory or something because my eyes automatically went down to the carpet and I stared at my toes as we walked.

The Townsend room was a large library-like room done in dark woods with big burgundy and brown tufted leather club chairs as well as dark side tables with crystal lamps.

There was a semi-circle leather bar in the corner of the room that was manned by a server who would serve from selections of cigars or pipe tobacco with an assortment of fancy pipes. The server would also bring brandy, cognac, espresso, or fetch you some other drink.

Each time I had been in this room had been to serve. Each time I’d been in this room I’d been on the rug.

The men sat in an area with just four chairs so the two slaves moved to their feet and knelt.

Dare stopped and looked around. There were other chairs on the far end of the room.

Like nothing fazed him, he sat and pulled me onto his lap. He was cool and collected, but his eyes exuded no warmth whatsoever. I knew he would go to great lengths to avoid me sitting or kneeling on the floor like a slave and I loved him for it, but I’d have knelt on broken glass for Dario Ferrano without complaint.

They sat and talked like captains of industry for what felt like forever. Me on Dare’s lap, two slaves on the floor. He was on his third drink, maybe his fourth, when Mr. Chen brought up the topic of Cleo.

“I understand Cleo has been misbehaving,” Mr. Chen said.

A tiny, dark-skinned African slave named Naomi entered the room and got to her knees at Mr. Chen’s feet. He reached for and pulled down his zipper while he gestured toward himself and kept talking, touching her mouth with his pinky finger. We all knew his gestures. He wanted her to give him head and he wasn’t going to have to ask for it. Naomi moved in, knowing what Mr. Chen wanted.

Dare didn’t flinch visibly but I felt him tense ever so slightly under me.

“She’s acting like my wife’s still under her. She’s not taken Ruiz’s warnings, nor mine. I saw her skulking around, trying to intimidate my wife earlier, thinking I couldn’t see what she was doin’.”

“I’ve had a word and had Cleo sent to a punishment room. She’s there until you’ve made a decision about what’s to be done.”

“What are the options?” Dare asked, with interest, which surprised me, but I didn’t allow it to show.

Dare stroked my hair and touched his lips to my head. I snuggled in.

Naomi now had Mr. Chen’s cock deep in her mouth and her head was bobbing.

Dare’s eyes moved briefly down and then back up to Mr. Chen’s eye level. He gestured to the server to pour him another drink.

“Whatever you want. You can punish her yourself, order her punished, give your Felicia the green light to punish her. It’s up to you. Having Felicia do it might bring about the best results.

I felt myself jolt. I hadn’t meant to do that.

“Would you like that, my baby?” Dare murmured into my ear.

“Whatever pleases you, Master,” I whispered.

“We’ll see.”

“Less teeth, Naomi,” said Mr. Chen.

“Sorry, Sir,” Naomi said, demurely, as demurely as one could expect, considering she had his cock in her hand.

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