Page 28 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)
Chapter 28
Dozer
I wanted us to have different modes with each other. I wanted her to be my little whore sometimes, and my companion others. I was smart enough to know she’d have to call me Sir and Master in both modes, for now, but the hope was that I could eventually get rid of that in casual mode.
I fucked her through so many orgasms she couldn’t put a sentence together, and then I manipulated her small body into position so I could insert a large butt plug into her ass and an even larger dildo in her pussy. Next came a harness to hold it all in, but she was too small for it. I marked where the buckle needed to go, took it off, punched a hole in the leather, and put it back on. That worked for the waist, but the part that went around her groin was too loose to completely hold everything in. I’d need to take it apart and rework it.
She’d been required to hold the dildo in with her hand while I made the initial adjustment, but this was going to take longer.
I removed the dildo and motioned for her to follow me, and I went out to the garage. I have some leatherworking tools and a workspace out there, and within about fifteen minutes, I was trying it on her. It fit, so I pointed her back into the house and up the steps, installed the dildo again, and then fastened her into the harness and put a little padlock on it, just to be clear she wasn’t coming out of it until I said so.
I was talking her through making meatloaf and mashed potatoes when I heard Duke and Brain’s bikes in my driveway, and I looked my little slave over. She was wearing an apron and the harness to hold her toys in. She’d have to get used to being naked around my brothers at some point, but this would work today, to let her meet Duke and Brain while wearing a little bit of something.
I opened the door, and both men walked in with multiple boxes. I’d placed several orders and had them delivered to the restaurant, which is where we all have things sent. The mailman delivers our mail to lockboxes outside the gate. There are no unchaperoned deliveries of anything in our neighborhood.
“We figured you were still alive since shit was being delivered for you,” Duke said when he walked in.
“Alive and in the flesh. Let me show you my Daisy.”
We walked into the kitchen, and Daisy smiled at me, and then looked at Brain with fear and panic.
“Thurston!?”
“Daisy! What are you doing here!?”
Fuck . Why had I not thought of this? Their parents ran in the same circles. Brain’s grandfather was on the Supreme Court, his brother is a U.S. Senator, and his father reportedly wields more power than either of them, despite the fact he isn’t in an elected position.
“She’s mine,” I told Brain. “Indentured servant contract, signed of her own free will.”
“That true?” Brain asked her.
“Yeah, it is.” She stared at his feet and the scent of mortification and shame filled the room. “He’s going to help me be a tattoo artist.”
“You can do that without his help.”
“Motherfucker.” I said it low, but with feeling. I’d told him she is mine .
“Okay,” Brain said. “ Okay . She’s yours.”
“How do the two of you know each other?” Duke asked.
“Her last name is hyphenated. Chanel-Hearst,” Brain said, as if that was an answer, and I suppose it was, because Duke crossed his arms and gave me a speculative look.
“And how, exactly, did you meet her?” Duke asked.
When I didn’t answer, Brain said, “My guess? She stole his truck, he caught her, and then coerced her into signing her life away.”
Motherfucker was too damned smart for his own good sometimes.
“How old are you, Daisy?” Duke asked her.
“I’m nineteen, Sir.”
Duke looked at Brain, as if asking him to verify, and I said, “Yes, she’s fucking nineteen. I know she looks twelve, but she isn’t.”
“Should be about right,” Brain said. “I was in high school the first time I remember meeting her at one of the White House Christmas parties, and she was a tiny thing, but so fucking smart. She looked three, but she was six, and that would put her in the neighborhood of nineteen now.”
“You got away,” Daisy told Brain, and I thought I might see a little bit of hero worship in the way she looked at him.
“I did,” Brain agreed. “It wasn’t easy, but I’m much happier away from that whole segment of society. If you were stealing vehicles, I’m guessing you didn’t manage your escape as well as I did.”
She shook her head and looked at me, and I told her, “Go downstairs and lock yourself in your room. I’ll finish making dinner, and I’ll bring you back up to eat in a little while.”
“Yes, Master.”
Brain watched her leave and then turned to me, but before he could speak, Duke said, “I need to see the contract she signed.”
“The originals are in my office up here. I unpacked them, but haven’t put them into the safe yet. They’re on my desk in a manila folder.”
Duke left the kitchen, and Brain sat at the table. I got a beer out of the fridge, handed it to him, and went back to work on the meatloaf.
“I know she was raised by everyone except her parents,” I told Brain. “Marco tells me she’s desperate to belong somewhere, to be loved. I’m hoping the club can eventually give her that.”
“You care about her? Or is this just punishment for stealing your truck?”
“Started out the latter, or that’s what I thought, but fuck if I’m not falling for the little thing, and that’s dangerous for me, right now, because I know you’ve figured out that I absolutely kidnapped her so I can turn her into a sex slave, but I didn’t fuck her until she asked me to. I’ve tried to do it… okay , so there’s no way to do this and be right, but you get what I’m saying? It wasn’t rape. I mean, sure, legally it probably was, but you had to be there to know it wasn’t rape.”
“I believe you, but I have to tell you I’m a little troubled that you read Marco in before your club.”
“He found us. Showed up unannounced. Turns out, he was a big help. I didn’t know her name yet, at that point, but he went into her head and got it, and then told me all kinds of shit I needed to know.”
Brain nodded. “Okay then. I’ve known her since she was a kid, but I only saw her a few times a year. Still, I kinda watched her grow up, and she gravitated to me, felt I was safe? I dunno, but the point is, I feel protective of her. My wolf wants to take her away and shield her from anything and everything, so if Marco’s signed off on it, and she’s good with it, and Duke doesn’t take issue with the contract, I’m going to have to bow out of the decision-making process because I’m too close.”
Duke stepped back into the kitchen a few seconds later. “It’s a fair contract. How are you going to explain her to the ol’ladies?”
“Not anytime soon, and I’d appreciate it if everyone tells their women to leave us alone until I’m ready to take her to the clubhouse. I’ll make the request at church.” And now that they knew I was in town the whole time I was gone, and not out of town, I’d pay a fine for missing church, but that was okay.
“We got a road trip coming up in five weeks,” Brain said.
“If she’s ready, I’ll take her. If she isn’t, I’ll volunteer to stay home and watch over our businesses.” I looked at him a few seconds, debating, and finally said, “I think she’ll feel better if she hears from you that you aren’t going to say anything to someone from your old life — if you can assure her you aren’t going to get word to her parents that she’s here, or she’s fine, or anything else.”
“You want me to go down, or do you wanna bring her up?” he asked.
“I’ll bring her up.”