Page 27 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)

Chapter 27

Daisy

He hadn’t been joking about the jail cell. There was a huge mancave of a room in his basement, with three rooms off of it. One was a bedroom, another was a workout room, and the last was a bedroom with bare concrete cinder blocks showing on three walls, and bars across the front. The jail cell had a stainless-steel toilet and sink, and a stainless shelf for a bed. Attachment points on the wall told me he could easily restrain me standing against those horrid concrete blocks. Outside of the bars was a twin-sized bed, a small table beside it, and a television on the wall, aimed so whoever was inside the cell could watch it, but not the person in the bed, whom I assumed would be a guard for the person in the cell.

I didn’t know how much time I had, so I went back out to the mancave and leaned over the back of the sofa. Assuming he didn’t bind my hands behind my back, this would be the most comfortable spot, and since I wasn’t wearing my ever-present wrist and ankle cuffs, I hoped that would be the case.

I almost felt naked without them, despite the fact I was wearing clothes for the first time since he’d taken me to the rental house.

I’d come up with ways to keep my mind occupied while I waited to be fucked, or hurt, or punished, but I didn’t need to resort to any of that on this day, because I was too busy looking around. He had every video console, and a huge, curved television. The sofa arms were leather, but the part you sit on and the back were made of a walnut-colored, luxurious, plush baby corduroy fabric. The part I was leaning over was leather, but I rubbed my hands over the fabric’s texture and it soothed my anxiety.

I’d be able to watch television in my jail cell, and he’d promised a way to work out. If he let me paint and draw some while he was away, it might not be so bad.

Somehow, he’d made it so I got horny when I was in any of his official positions, and that included this one, bent over something while waiting to be fucked. My clit throbbed and my vaj screamed about being empty, but I tried to ignore it, because I’d learned if I focused on it, I’d get even more aroused, but I’d be in trouble if he caught me playing with myself without permission.

I mostly think of it as my vaj now, rather than my no-no place. He hadn’t been at all amused about me calling it that. He usually calls it my pussy or my cunt, and he makes me call it my pussy, sometimes. Or rather, his pussy.

“Mmmm. Arch your back, little flower. You know better than to curve over something like that.”

I jumped at his voice because I hadn’t heard him coming down the steps, and I’d assumed I’d be able to. Fear clogged my throat, which was just as well, because apologizing would’ve put me into even more trouble. He hadn’t asked a question, so I wasn’t allowed to speak.

“I hate to get us started this way, but you’re in training and there must be consequences for backtracking on something you’ve been trained for. Seven licks.”

He rarely struck me when I was punished, but consequences were stripes from a cane. He’d told me once it was to get them over with quickly, so we could get back to training without losing momentum. I didn’t think this was the case today, but there was no way to point that out.

“Can you remain still, or must I restrain you?”

If I could remain still, I’d get the seven licks. If I asked to be restrained, he’d double them and possibly triple them, depending on how disappointed he was in my answer.

“I’ll remain in place, Master.”

If I moved, he’d start over and triple them, but he also didn’t hit as hard when I was free like this, so I’d find a way to hold on without jumping up and running across the room.

“Good girl. Let’s get these over with quickly, because I can’t wait to bury my dick in your ass.”

He lifted my dress to bare my ass, ran his hand over my pussy, wiped the dampness off on my ass, and then wiggled my butt plug before he pulled it out.

I couldn’t help my moan when it slid out, opening me painfully a few seconds before my asshole closed and I was empty in both holes, which doesn’t happen often.

“Fast and hard, little flower. Keep that back arched or you’ll get more than seven.”

I planted my hands on the sofa’s seat and looked at the line where the wall met the ceiling. I determined to stay exactly like this, with my back at a sharp arch, though I knew my back wasn’t going to stay exactly like this — but I could move back into it quickly, and that would have to be good enough.

I hoped.

The first strike was a line of fire across both cheeks, and I screamed and tried to squeeze the fabric on the sofa. My back bowed up a half-second before I got it back down like it should be, and then the second strike hit just as the first stripe lit up again, so it was like a double-whammy.

I screamed throughout the entire caning, and I nearly came off the sofa after the last, but I held on with everything I had, and managed to stay put.

“Excellent, little flower. You’ve come a long way.”

I heard his zipper, and a few seconds later, lube was squirted into my asshole. He tossed the lubing tool to the side, meaning I’d have to pick it up and clean it later, and then I felt his dick, pressing in. I still hadn’t seen his dick, and that bugged me, but there was no use in telling him that. He’d let me see it when he was ready, and I kind of got the point — he could see me everywhere, but I didn’t have the right to see him naked.

I’d been horny before he started, and this — fucking me hard and fast right from the start, using me as his property, taking pleasure in my tiny body with his huge one without taking even a tiny notice of my screams and yelps because it also fucking hurt , but the thing is, being treated like this flat out did it for me. Just as I realized I needed to come, he ordered me to, and my insides clenched and jerked around him, fighting his girth and length inside me, holding me open and spreading me. My pussy muscles were just as violent, squeezing on nothing, so the orgasm was both fulfilling and frustrating at the same time, and I wanted more from him, when everything settled back down and I was left gasping for air.

Which was good because he wasn’t even close to finished with me. He took me into a shower stall in the downstairs guest bedroom and had me wash his cock and balls with soap and water, and I took my time looking at his cock, since I’d never seen it before.

It seemed we were going to have all kinds of firsts, today. I hadn’t been wrong about the head feeling a lot fatter than the shaft, but it didn’t look grotesque or anything, which I’d thought might be the case and maybe that was why he wouldn’t let me see it. It curved to his right a little, but mostly, it was impressive just because it’s so damned big. Looking at it up close, with my hands around it, I could clearly see it was bigger around than my forearm, and a little longer. Fuck , no wonder it’d hurt so bad, at first.

It still did when he went in my ass, but I was getting better at accepting it. My cervix stays bruised, but he doesn’t hit it the entire time he fucks me. Some positions are excruciating, but others, I think he goes either in front of or behind it, so while being stabbed so damned deep inside hurts, I’m learning to eroticize the pain.

Just not when he slams directly into my cervix. There’s no way to make that a good hurt.

When he was clean and I’d thoroughly rinsed him, he turned the water off and had me lick his dick and balls dry, and then he ordered me to dry him and then myself with a towel. I’d managed to keep my hair dry, so it didn’t take long, though he had to squat down so I could dry his upper body and head.

“Let’s get something else out of the way, just to make everything official. Hang tight a minute.”

He left me alone downstairs, and I sat on a chair and waited for him. Was this a test to see if I tried to escape? It seemed too easy. Plus, he’d told me the MC owned the neighborhood. It was possible the whole thing was fenced in with razor wire or something, so even if I managed to escape the house, I’d find myself trapped. Also, I wasn’t positive I wanted to escape.

He returned with two manila envelopes, and he took the two copies of our contract out. I watched him sign his name to both copies and date them, and then looked at the pen when he held it out to me. “Cross through the exclusion paragraph, initial it, and date it, please, to show I signed it before the time was up.”

I did so, and he put the contracts back in the envelopes and left with them. He returned within moments, pointed me towards the bed, and ordered me into the position number that meant I should lie on my back with my legs spread, and then added to it, “Actually, grab your ankles once you’re in position. Legs straight, out to the side.”

I thought I was pretty flexible before I met Master, but he’d worked with me until I could nearly go into the splits going two directions. The third direction, with my left leg in front, was still a really long way from happening, but the other two were so close, I thought I was there, but he said I had a little more to go. Still, it meant I could hold my legs out to the side so it looked like I was doing the splits.

Master used his mouth on me until I thought I might go crazy, the heat of his tongue on my clit, his teeth on it a little, threatening, so I didn’t know if he’d bite or just tease with them. And his tongue inside me, licking farther in me than should be possible until I nearly came unglued. But then he was over me again, and his dick was powering in, opening me and taking me as only Master had ever done. Thankfully, he only hit my cervix a few times, so before long, another orgasm came running at me, but this time, his deep voice ordered, “Come for me, Daisy May. Let me feel you come apart on my dick. That’s it. That’s a good little slut slave.”

He stopped talking and started fucking me again, and the term flew out of my head with all the sensations, but it’d given me pause for a half-second.