Page 24 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)

Chapter 24

Dozer

Three days later, Daisy had her twelfth breakfast, and I was exhausted.

I determined we both needed an extended sleep, so ten hours after we woke, I set my alarm for eight hours, and we both slept straight through. I was in a comfy bed, and she was back on the floor and bound so she was leaning against the wall, but I dimmed the lights to fifty percent and put the posture collar on her.

Four days later, she thought it’d been another six days, and I decided she was ready to take home. To my home.

I’d had my truck taken somewhere the cops would find it, since it no longer needed to be stolen, and Marco had sent me an SUV to take her home in, with the understanding I’d get it to our shop in the coming days since he wanted us to do some customizing, which basically meant he wanted several hidden gun compartments — pistol sized in the front, and room for rifles and extra ammo in the back.

Marco changed his mind and had Julian send me information on her parents. She’d told me her father is a CEO, and I discovered he leads an impressive company, but he’d started out as a criminal defense attorney, and he’d represented some big names. Why had he made the switch? Possibly to help his wife’s political career, I supposed, since she’s a rather well-known United States Senator. Marco was correct that both would likely throw their daughter completely under the bus to keep word from getting out to the media of how she’d turned out.

To prepare her for the trip to my home, I put my little flower in a waist cincher, inserted a long-term-wear plug in her ass, and gave her a slinky dress to wear with no bra or underwear. Honestly, she has these adorable small breasts and doesn’t need bras at all, and I was of a good mind to forbid them under clothing permanently going forward, but I didn’t have to make those rules yet, so I hadn’t. She wouldn’t be wearing clothes terribly often until we figured out an intern situation for her to begin learning to be a tattoo artist, so for now, she’d be nude the majority of the time.

She wasn’t going to need shoes today, so I didn’t bother with them.

Driving her home was a test, because — other than the fact she was barefoot — she’d think it safe to jump out of the vehicle at a red light, and we’d be driving right through the tourist district of downtown Chattanooga, meaning we’d be stopped a whole helluva lot.

But Marco’s SUV was soundproof, so no one would hear if she screamed for help, and Marco had let me know the doors would all lock when I started the car even though they would look as if they were unlocked. She wouldn’t be able to get out, but she’d think she could.

Also, the side windows were heavily tinted, and at this time of the evening, no one would see in from the outside.

I carried all our things to the SUV first, walked the house to be certain I had everything, and put her into it last, locking the rental home’s door on my way out.

She chewed at her bottom lip and looked around as if it’d been months since she’d last been outside, and I suppose it probably felt close to it, for her.

I began with the bad news first, so she’d hear it before we hit the red lights. We were on the Northshore, about a mile from the river, so I didn’t have much time to tell her the worst of it. Once we were through the majority of the city, I’d tell her the better parts.

“Things will be different in my home. You had the run of the downstairs in the rental home when I was awake, for the most part, but I have a jail cell in my basement, and that will be turned into your room. I’ll let you out when I have need of you, or when you have tasks to complete. You’ll have time out to clean the bathrooms, mop, vacuum, do laundry. The basics. I’ve ordered a few exercise machines for you, and they’ll be in your cell so you can use them when you wish. I’ll also provide some books here and there, if you’ve earned them. We’ll start by weighing you twice a week and see how it goes, but if I don’t think you’re eating enough, I’m going to start ordering you to eat more. Same goes if I think you’re eating too much, though — I reserve the right to restrict how much you can eat as well.”

I could scent her unease, but she didn’t interrupt. I gave her a few seconds to let it all sink it before I said, “Permission to speak.”

“Your slave doesn’t like being locked up. Being locked in my room when you went to bed was awful. I hated it.”

“I generally work evenings, so I’ll be with you during the day. If you continue to prove your trustworthiness, you’ll eventually have a bedroom upstairs, and your cell will only be used when you’re being punished.”

Would I ever let her free when I was asleep? Odds were, she’d be locked to her bed while I slept for years to come. I couldn’t imagine trusting her enough to sleep in my bed with me, but deep down inside, that was the hope.

“What can your slave do to prove her trustworthiness, Master?”

“I have nothing specific to tell you right now. Follow orders and do your best. Eventually, you’ll have opportunities to fuck up, and if you can prove trustworthy and responsible, you’ll gain more privileges.”

My dick nearly went hard when her teeth softly bit into her bottom lip. Why in the hell had I considered breaking her of that? “But you’re not giving your slave a chance to fuck up, now?”

“Oh, you have lots of chances for small fuckups every day, and the more of those you manage to sidestep, the more freedom you’ll get, which will mean bigger opportunities to either fuck up or show you’re trustworthy.”

She put her arm on the rest in such a way, I had a feeling she was debating whether to remove her seatbelt and open the door all at once, and try to run for it — or whether to stay put.

I have no idea if she decided to stay put because she didn’t want to run, or didn’t think she’d pull it off. Or, more likely, whether she figured out it was a test, and she wouldn’t be able to run even if she tried. Daisy’s smart, so there’s a good chance it was the latter.

Marco would be visiting my home in three weeks, and we were going to share Daisy again. He’d tell me, at that time, why she made the choice not to go for it. He didn’t feel as if it would be productive for her to remember us sharing her, which was a relief to me. Also, he was willing to negotiate so this was the last time we shared her.