If You Dare: An Erotic Sequel

Never Let Me Down Again

"How did you know Theodora was the name I took when I went undercover as a prostitute?" You asked as you prowled the deserted, neon-lit streets with Domino.

The asphalt glistened with fresh rain, the sweet scent mingling with the pungent scents of urine and rotting trash. You halted before a karaoke bar, a slurred, drunken voice interrupting the peaceful early morning stillness.

Domino shrugged lazily as he lit a cigarette, his dress shirt hanging open, his buttoned vest the only thing holding it together. He exhaled a long stream of smoke and nuzzled your neck as he draped an arm around your shoulders.

"I learned everything about you, love," his teeth grazed your jawline, his warm cigarette breath heating your skin. "I know you took the name Theodora to honor Emperor Justinian's prostitute wife who later reigned after his death. So intelligent, so clever is my girl." He playfully swatted your backside. "I expect you to know these things by now. We've been together for nearly two years, after all."

You couldn't believe it had almost been two years. He counted the four month separation in which you were romantically involved with your former co-worker, Dan. He pretended Dan had never existed, of course. You wouldn't have expected anything less from your man. If not for the burn of Domino's cigarette to his right eye, it would have been understandable for Dan to want to forget, as well.

You walked backwards in your heels to face him.

"Tell me something I don't know, then," you challenged with an upward tilt of your chin. "Tell me about before we met. That's my next request."

Domino touched his finger to the tip of your nose.

"Ah, ah, ah," he clucked, his lips stretching comically around his cigarette. "You've made your second request already. Remember?"

You halted mid-step and he collided with you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and swayed you dramatically from side-to-side with added sound effects.

You fixed him with a glare and swatted his chest when he released you.

"I remember no such thing," you huffed.

Domino wagged a finger in your face.

"You requested that I eat your pussy the way I did the first time we fucked," he enunciated every world with an effeminate air that was strangely sexy and masculine when executed by him. "Did that jog your memory, darling?"

Your mouth fell open in genuine outrage as you struggled on the verge of speech.

"That was not my official request!" you exclaimed, folding your arms with a look of stern disapproval. "You are cheating at your own game."

"I said the magic words," he thrust his hips repeatedly against the empty air and simulated a lusty moan. Shrugging elegantly with a chuckle, he inhaled another drag from his cigarette. "That should have tipped you off."

You uncrossed your arms, indignant. "I demand that you refund my second request, the one you stole from me!"

Domino brought his face a few mere inches from yours, the cigarette dangling from his mouth, and tucked an imaginary lock of hair behind your ear.

"There is no limit to my challenges and your requests," he tilted his head to the side, his curtain of silver hair gliding across his shoulders. "Isn't that the point of this game? To demonstrate how incapable we are of running out of steam?" You gasped as he backed you against a brick building and planted his hands on either side of your head. He took a final drag from his cigarette before crushing it beneath his heel. His hot breath caressed your skin as he spoke. "Wasn't it exhilarating to perform a role? You want to know about my life before I abducted you? Well, darling, it might interest you to know that I watched every little move you made. I knew about Theodora and your other aliases as an undercover detective." He spread your legs with his knee. Quietly, he revealed, "I thought about approaching you as a customer, though certainly not as I am now," he chuckled as he gestured to his color-coordinated, bedraggled appearance. "No, I wanted you to feel safe with an ordinary man before I revealed my true identity. It was a stupid idea, considering how often you pored over my psychological profile with that secret ache between your legs."