Page 16 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)

Chapter 16

Dozer

I didn’t know how much more time I’d have to get her to ask me to fuck her, but my instincts told me I needed to push the timetable.

While I was in the hardware store, I’d turned my regular phone on long enough to message Brain that I was going off the grid for two weeks, possibly as long as three, but if it went longer than two weeks, I’d let him know I was okay at that time. We have code words to use if we’re truly okay, and other code words to use if there’s a problem but we can’t include it in the message. I’d used the one to indicate I was fine, but that wouldn’t stop him from looking for me, and if Brain really wants to find you, he will.

I’d also left a voice message for Duke, also with the appropriate code word to let him know I was truly fine, apologizing for leaving my duties without giving notice, but that I had a personal issue to handle.

We were on our fourth day, though I’d been fucking with the time she slept and woke, so when I fed her in a few hours, it would be our seventh breakfast together. If she was keeping track, she’d think she’d been with me a week. I wanted her to keep track, so she was put into a different pose every ‘night’, and we had a different breakfast every ‘morning’. Bacon and eggs, sausage and eggs, oatmeal and eggs, pancakes and eggs. Today, we were having steak and eggs because I’d walked to a nearby grocery store while she slept.

The problem with never letting her have more than two or three hours of sleep at a time meant I wasn’t getting a lot of sleep, either. I napped some while I had her in predicament bondage, so I was getting more than her, but not a whole lot more.

I took her to the kitchen table before we started oral training, because even though I wasn’t feeding her yet, it felt important she write out her next rule in the same place.

I gave her the entire rule all at once, and she began writing immediately while she chewed at her bottom lip. So adorable.

Master’s slave is not allowed an orgasm unless one of Master’s body parts is inside of her mouth, pussy, or ass.

Her scent told me she was both conflicted and aroused, and that worked for me.

I tossed a sofa cushion on the floor, pointed to it, and gave her the pose number that would have her kneeling with her ass on her feet, her knees spread wide, and her hands folded behind her back. She was getting better at moving into position semi-gracefully, and she did about as well as she was capable at the time, so I didn’t reprimand her.

I spun the cushion around so I’d have her profile when I was on the sofa, and then I took a seat, wrapped one hand around the base of her skull, and touched a dildo to her lips. She opened without my having to tell her, and I gave her instructions. We started with her licking and sucking, and then I ordered her to lean forward and take it all the way into her throat.

She could not, which is what I’d expected.

“Oh, you really suck at this, don’t you? Here, let me do it for you a few times.” I kept my voice low and even. Nonchalant. No anger, no reprimand, nothing but the truth.

I put my hand to the back of her head again and I pressed the dildo into her throat. She wasn’t bound, so when she started to gag, her hands came around front to try to pull it from her throat, and I calmly put the dildo on the table and uncovered the tray of torture devices I’d thought I might need. First, though, I restrained her wrist cuffs behind her back, and fastened her ankle cuffs together while I was at it. After a moment’s thought, I used a chain to connect her wrist to her ankles. It wasn’t a hog tie — she could sit up straight but wouldn’t be able to stand.

And then I put clover clamps on her nipples and told her, “Eventually, you’ll be punished for reaching around like that, but since I haven’t adequately trained you to remain in place, we’ll have a training session later and focus on just that. For now, I’ll restrain your arms since you aren’t capable of self-restraint yet.”

I touched her chin and she met my gaze. In some things, she’s a quick learner. “If I think you’re trying, the clamps will come off. If I don’t think you’re giving it your all, I’ll put weights on the clamps, and I’ll add an industrial clamp to your clit.”

She gave a tiny nod to acknowledge she understood, and I kissed her forehead.

“Okay, here we go again. You’ll need to learn to catch a deep breath before a cock goes into your throat.”

Twenty minutes in, she was frantic from the training with slime dripping down the front of her body because there was nothing to throw up and that was all her body could manage to eject. Tears rolled down her face, but she still tried as hard as she could to accept it down her throat because her nipples were seriously hurting. Weights had been added, and they were back off because she was no longer fighting me, but she wasn’t doing well enough yet for me to remove the clamps.

And this was when I told her, “Thirty-second offer, so decide quick. Ask me to fuck your pussy and your asshole, and I’ll remove the nipple clamps, release your other bondage, and take you to one of the guest room beds on this level. Thirty seconds and then the offer goes away.” I glanced at my watch. “Starting now.”

I counted to five, and when she didn’t say anything, I reached for the dildo and headed it back towards her face.

“Please fuck my pussy and asshole, Master.”

I stopped moving, but kept my hands in the air, in mid-reach, halfway to her head. “Whose pussy and asshole is it?”

“Please fuck your slave’s pussy and asshole, Master.”

I lowered my hands and gave her what I hoped was a speculative look. “You know this doesn’t mean you won’t have to be trained to take a cock down your throat, yes? It means we’ll stop training for now, but you’re going to get an hour of training today, no matter what, so it only gives you a break.”

“Understood, Master. Please fuck your slave’s pussy and asshole.”

Her instructions were to avoid the I and me pronouns as much as possible when she answered questions. It wasn’t a rule at this point, and I hadn’t punished her for not doing so, but I did occasionally make her reword an answer. She’d said understood without a pronoun, instead of I understand , and I appreciated the effort.

Should I work on some kind of progress charting with her? A way to communicate the changes she’d made I was pleased with, and the things she wasn’t catching onto well enough? She’d learned the positions, but she wasn’t moving into and out of them gracefully enough. At all. On the other hand, she was doing well with the whole avoiding pronouns thing. She still used them occasionally, but most of the time, she figured out how to word her sentences without them.

“Another choice, Daisy May. Shall I bind you in the position I want you, or do you think you can stay put without moving out of position? Since I’m giving you a choice, you’ll be punished if you can’t remain as I put you.”

“Then please bind your slave into position, Master.”

It didn’t take long to wrap the posture collar around her neck, because the bitch was going to look exactly where I wanted her to, and she wasn’t going to look away.

She stood in place for me to put it on, but likely only because she’d never worn one before and had no idea how restricting it would be. When it was secure, I motioned towards the bed. “On your back, then. Center of the mattress.”

I used an Ace bandage to join her right forearm to her right shin, and then another bandage to do the same on her left side. I used rope to connect her wrist cuffs to connection points on the outside of the headboard, level with the top of the mattress. She’d be able to move her arms and legs a little, but wouldn’t be able to pull them together. Most importantly, she wouldn’t be able to kick me while I fucked her.

I thought we were probably past that, but I wasn’t going to give her an opportunity. Not yet, anyway.

I’d inserted plenty of things into her, but as of yet, I hadn’t put so much as a finger into her.

I liked the idea of putting my dick into her first, but she wasn’t quite horny enough, so I opted for my tongue to be the first body part. Two minutes of licking her clit and tongue-fucking her cunt, and I rose above her, put the head of my cock at her entrance, and told her, “I need to hear the pronouns this time, Daisy May. Ask me again. If you’ve changed your mind, we can go back to your training.”

She met my gaze, and her scent matched her words when she asked, “Please fuck me, Master.”

Daisy was becoming mine in increments. In my head, I thought the litmus test for her being totally mine was once bondage was no longer required — when she could come and go from my home, and she always chose to return. However, when I penetrated her for the first time and our energies joined, my wolf let me know she wouldn’t be mine until the five years were up, I’d paid her the fifty grand, and she still chose to stay.

Would I still want her then? Because fuck , but I wanted her to be mine now.