Page 3 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)

Chapter 3

Dozer

I drove to the bottom of the mountain, pulled into a parking lot, and logged into the secure app on my phone. If I went straight to wolf and avoided everyone, Brain would know something had happened that disturbed me, and that wouldn’t do. Also, I didn’t want anyone waiting for me at home — I needed to change to wolf and back, and get rid of these clothes, so no one would know I’d fucked a man.

So I stopped on the way home to text Brain. Turned out it wasn’t a big deal. Member of his flock who needed punished for bad grades. I got to belt an ass and then Marco and I fucked the little human together.

And I stared at it, deciding. It was the truth, mostly. Brain would assume it was a girl, right? But if he asked why Marco invited me, what would I say? I couldn’t tell him I didn’t know, because I absolutely knew.

I hit send and added, He feeds from lust, and I felt him drinking in the energy of it. It was an interesting experience, but if he invites me again, I’ll need to ask him more questions about why he’s choosing me. No need in doing so at this time. Best to just let it go, I think.

I was debating about telling him I was going to let the wolf out for a few hours when a call came through on the app, so I killed my bike and accepted the call. Brain’s face came onto my phone, and I raised my face shield. “The wolf wants out. I’m gonna let him run a while before I go down for the day. I didn’t get any sleep, so can you find someone to fill in at the restaurant for me?”

“Got another job for you tonight, so sleeping today is good. Go to the compound when you wake. I’m thinking somewhere between nine and eleven for this job. We’ll take the tunnel and exit in a van so no one knows you’ve left the compound.”

I drove home, tossed a load of clothes into the washer, and then let the wolf run until he was tired and the sun was high in the sky. Finally, I let the human part of me rise enough we could get into the house and push the door closed, and then I let the wolf have full control again. He’s been in the house before, and he curled up on my bed and slept.

I woke in my two-legged form, used the john, and made my way to the kitchen because I was starving. I pulled steaks from my fridge, put them on the gas grill built into my stove, and scrambled some eggs while I waited for the steaks to cook.

Ten minutes later, I sat down to a half-dozen steaks and two dozen eggs with mushrooms and cheese, and I finally looked at my phone.

I had a text from Marco, simple and to the point. Thank you for your companionship last night. I look forward to sharing with you again.

As we’d said when we talked after — an asshole is an asshole, and a throat is a throat. I’m attracted to women. Why had I agreed to do this once a month? The political clout I’d gain would be huge, basically having the ear of the most powerful being on this side of the continent once a month, but still.

I wondered if he’d agree to the same deal, but with women instead of men? Probably not. I had the feeling he was viewing me as some kind of science experiment.

However, my time with him had given me the opportunity to tell him I would love to purchase or long-term-lease a female sex slave who’d done something to deserve the status. No way would I have dared pose the question to Abbott, but Marco had looked thoughtful and told me he’d keep my request in mind should an opportunity arise.

A while back, Khan down in Birmingham had taught a workshop to teach any patched member, anywhere in the country, how to chaperone the pro-subs on outcalls, and I’d asked Duke to send me. During the workshop, I learned Khan takes on subs to train, and I asked if I could hang out with him and see the process. He’d let me stay on after the workshop was finished, and he’d done more than let me watch — he’d let me help. I’d stayed with him fourteen days and had helped him break in a brand-new slave. It was totally consensual, she walked in on her own two feet with zero bondage and explained why she was there — to please her new Master and be the best pleasure slave she could be. She was an experienced sub, but I learned over this two-week period the exact difference between slave and submissive.

I’d had this idea of having my very own sex slave since, with no way to figure out how to work it. I was great with submissives, but I hadn’t yet met one I wanted to move in with me because none were interested in the kind of control I was looking for. I wanted someone who wouldn’t annoy me by talking to me unless I was in the mood for conversation. Someone who’d clean my house, cook my meals unless I had a hankering to do so, and make whatever hole I wanted to fuck available the very instant I told them to.

I needed to respond to Marco’s text, but this was over regular SMS, so I had to be careful of my wording. Thank you for the entertaining evening.

There was so much more I wanted to say, but not over an unencrypted path.

Brain had also texted me over SMS, asking me to let him know when I thought I’d be in. I checked the board to see who’d be working where, and saw that they’d given a prospect my shift at the restaurant. Not ideal, and I felt guilty about flaking, so I texted him, I can be there in about an hour, and I’ll work the rest of my shift.

A message came through on the encrypted app, and it was Brain. Not necessary. Come to the clubhouse instead of the restaurant and I’ll catch you up.

I finished my meal, dressed, and roared out of our subdivision on my favorite bike.

Brain was in the control room, so I only took a few minutes to say hello to everyone in the front room before I made my way to our VP.

“Marco alerted us to a problem,” Brain told me as soon as the door closed behind me. “Says they’ve kept an eye on this location for a few weeks, deciding the best way to handle it. In a nutshell, the OKM has set up a whorehouse, and they’re using junkies. Keeping them there twenty-four-seven, feeding them and supplying them, keeping them strung out and needy, so they’ll fuck anyone for another hit. They aren’t in competition with any of our girls because it’s a completely different clientele, but Marco says since they’re operating in the buffer between our territory and his, he felt he should bring it to us.”

The OKM had been totally wiped out at one time, but during the unrest around the big battle, relatives of those who’d been in it before had decided to form it again. They were claiming a tiny territory that didn’t infringe on ours, so we’d been letting them exist. Was this enough for us to start shit with them?

I sat without speaking, and Brain said, “Any chance this has something to do with your night with him?”

I gave a slow nod. “We talked a little about…” I blew out a breath. “I told him it wasn’t something I’d ever thought might be a possibility under Abbott’s rule, but that if Marco found an opportunity for me to purchase or lease a female sex slave who deserved the classification, I’d be interested.”

Brain lifted an eyebrow. “You think you might need to clarify that point with him before we go in? My plan was to beat the fuck out of the men running the place, run the johns off, and either deposit the girls with a relative or clean them up enough they can handle a bus ride to the coast. He told me he’d take the girls on and either transition them so they were addicted to a vampire’s bite rather than drugs, and then see about educating them or finding a suitable vocation for them — or if they weren’t salvageable, put them on a bus to the coast as we’d originally planned.”

I shook my head. “Let’s go with his plan and see what happens.”

“Cindy would’ve been your personal sex slave.”

Cinderella. God, the bitch annoyed the fuck out of me and we’d sent her away. I shook my head without saying anything.

He tilted his head. “Cherry was desperate to please anyone who’d have her. Pretty sure Hot Pocket would be a willing submissive to anyone who wants to claim her as theirs, too.”

“Don’t want a submissive. Want someone I have to keep chained in my basement. Someone I have to break, to turn into who I want her to be.”

“Drug addicts are usually already broken. Especially ones who’re reduced to whoring themselves for their next fix.”

He wasn’t wrong, but I assumed Marco would fix some of that while he detoxed them.

We were in and out of the house in twelve minutes. They had five girls in a two-bedroom house, with pallets in the dining room for the girls to hang out between fucks. The place was nasty and made my skin crawl, but we beat the hell out of the men and handed the girls off to three of Marco’s vampires, who put them into a van and drove off.

I didn’t hear anything from Marco for a week. Did that mean this had nothing to do with me, or would it take him longer to detox the girls and figure out which, if any, might work for my needs?

I spent a little more time with Hot Pocket over the weekend, but I wasn’t interested in a woman who wanted sex. No. I wanted to train a normal woman with a normal sex drive to crave sex from me, mold her to be who I wanted, how I wanted. I wanted an anal virgin who choked on cock, so I could teach her and train her from the start.

But for the first time since my night with Abbott, it turned me on to make Hot Pocket lean over and spread her cheeks for me.