Page 32 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)

Chapter 32

Dozer

Because my brothers had to step up and cover my shifts, it was expected I’d work twelve-hour shifts for a while so they could have some time off, but I didn’t need to give Daisy too much time alone. I came up with a schedule of three fifteen-hour days, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, with four days off each week, and both Brain and Duke signed off on it.

That meant I had to set her up with enough food and activities on those days to keep her occupied. I assigned her two workout periods per day, one with cardio and flexibility training, the other with cardio and strength training, with some flexibility work near the end. That took up nearly four hours of her day. I also gave her an ancient laptop without any networking capabilities, no hardware for Wi-Fi or cell service, so there was no way to access anything, and gave her some journaling assignments.

And rather than giving her already-prepared food, I put a small refrigerator in her cell, and put everything in she’d need to fix a salad. I also had the fixings for different kinds of sandwiches, and tons of raw veggies.

She didn’t have a knife, so the mushrooms and carrots were already sliced. She could tear the lettuce apart, and everything else that might need to be smaller.

If Marco hadn’t been able to assure me there was no chance she’d choose to self-harm, she’d have had to eat with a plastic spork, but since I didn’t have to worry about her stabbing herself with the fork, I could offer her one to eat with. She’d have probably been okay with a knife, but it just seemed a bad idea to provide one, so I didn’t.

And she had a spreadsheet on her ancient laptop, with orders to list every bite of food that went into her mouth, though I had a list of what was available, so I’d know what was missing.

I ordered a permanent collar and cuffs for her — stainless steel rings that look as if they’re solid, but there’s a tiny hole in the inner part, and if you have the right tiny little key, you can open them and take them off.

“Your ankles and wrists will be sore a few weeks,” I told her while I locked them on. “Maybe your collarbones a little, too. You’ll get used to them and that will go away. You can shower in these, so they never have to come off.”

“I’m going to wear them in public, Master?”

“Yes.”

Her scent told me she was mortified by the thought, and I admit I was disappointed by that, but decided not to shame her about it — though we needed some conversations in that general direction. “I thought you wanted to belong to me.”

“I do, Master. I’m working to reach the point so you’ll trust me, and this seems a little like going backwards, Sir.”

Ah, so it wasn’t the fact people would see her that was bothering her. She thought this was about trust, and maybe it was a little, but that wasn’t the reason I’d bought them.

“There are primarily two reasons I measured you and then special ordered them, because the smallest ready-made ones I could find, you’d have just slipped your hands right out of, and the collar would’ve been terribly uncomfortable.”

She met my gaze, waiting for me to go on, and I kissed her nose. There are times I require her to look at my cock or my feet, but she’s learned that during these kinds of conversations, I want to see her face.

“First, it’s a symbol of ownership. Most people will just think it’s some kind of odd fashion statement, but people in the lifestyle will understand right off the bat that you belong to someone, twenty-four-seven, every damned day of the year, no exceptions, no breaks. Completely and totally owned.”

I imagine there are some people who pay out the ass for them and only use them for scenes, but most people who spring for these mean business.

“Second, it’s about convenience. Mine, not yours. No more taking cuffs off when you shower and locking them back on once you’re dry. If I want to lock you to a chain, I can easily do so. If I want to restrain your hands behind your back, no problem. If I want you on a leash, I just have to hook the leash to any of the five handy connection points.”

There would soon be lots more connection points, but she didn’t need to know that just yet. In the near future, I’d be bringing a piercer to the house to do some genital piercings, and we’d do her nipples while he was at it. I had jewelry from the same outfit who’d done the collar and cuffs, so it would only come out of the piercing with a key. She’d start in the jewelry the piercer put on, but eventually, I’d lock the jewelry on her and use it as yet another way to control her.

“Thank you for explaining, Master. What will the other women in your club think?”

“You’ll tell them you belong to me, and you won’t answer any more questions about it. There are three ol’ladies who are submissive to their men, and two of the three closer to slaves than submissive. They’re punished when they do wrong, and they ask permission for basic things. I have a feeling they may even be a little envious of your fancy jewelry. Several more are submissive during sex, though not outside of it, and they get spanked and given orders while in a scene. Eventually, if you get close to someone and want to talk to them, you’ll tell me about it and we’ll discuss the pros and cons of you doing so, and decide whether it’s a good idea. For now, you’ll just be mysterious about it. If they push, start asking questions you know they won’t want to answer about their men.”

Once, it would’ve bothered me to know how much she and Matty will have in common, but I’d eventually come to terms with Razor and his boy.

Speaking of submissives, I should probably give her a heads-up on Hailey. “Do you know who Mythic Beast is?”

She gave me a “Well, duh ,” look I’d have punished her for in the very beginning of our training, but she only held it a split second before she looked down, so I didn’t say anything.

“Yes, Master. I love their music.”

“One of the guitarists, Suli? That’s her stage name. She goes by Hailey to her friends, and she’s Ghost’s ol’lady. When they have new music and they’re deciding what to release, they give us a little concert at the clubhouse, and then they sit on the edge of the stage and talk to us about what we liked, and why, and what we didn’t especially like, and why. Sometimes, they rework the stuff we don’t like right then, in front of us. Sometimes we see it a year or so later, drastically changed, and we like it the next time.”

“Suli is the best. Her riffs are magic , Sir. I can’t believe you know her! And the rest of the group, too?”

“I do. They have their own security, but we sometimes fill in for local stuff.” And I’d shared groupies with Animal more than once, but for now, she had no right to know about my sex life unless it involved her. Telling her would imply she had a right to an opinion about it, and she didn’t.

But if I wanted to keep her past the five years? I’d probably have to rethink that somewhere around year three.

Her third week in my home, I installed a lengthy chain, so she could move around downstairs outside of her cell. This meant she could vacuum and dust the downstairs, and she could clean the bathroom. She could shower, too.

Also on that third week, Duke decided I needed Friday night off so I could hang out in the clubhouse. I hadn’t been spending time with my brothers outside of my scheduled work hours, and that was going to have to change, but this worked for now, since it was time I’d already planned to be away from my little flower.

Dawg invited me to share Chigger with him, and I readily agreed. He took her mouth, I shot lube into her ass… and then had to palm my dick a few times to get hard enough to sink into her already-slick ass. I fucked her and came deep in her ass, but it wasn’t fulfilling. My wolf was royally pissed at me, which was entirely new.

It wasn’t until Dawg said, “Looks like maybe someone’s off the market,” that it hit me. My wolf was pissed because he’d picked Daisy as ours. He wasn’t interested in anyone else.

Fuck me .

This changed everything, didn’t it?

Or, maybe not. I had her for five years, if I didn’t fuck it up. The trick would be working it so she stayed with me after. She really did need to figure out who she is, and she’d already been close to rock bottom in her life when she’d met me, so I hadn’t had as much to do to break her in as I’d expected. Though, in reality, I’d half-broken her in, and she’d done the rest herself, deciding she wanted to be with me.

And I hadn’t missed the fact that the first time she’d offered herself to me was after she realized I’m rich. She’d thought Dray was, and had run off with him thinking he’d take care of her.

I could actually take care of her, and she’s afraid to be out on her own, so of course she’s going to want to stay with me now.

Because of my werewolf hearing, I knew more about most of the humans’ sex lives than I wanted to — those in our social circle, anyway. So, I knew Cam had been given a large savings account he had access to for the first five years he was with his poly group, so he could leave at any time. Enough to get set up in an apartment and take care of his bills for about six months if he wasn’t stupid about it, plus he had a decent income at the time. However, if he ever touched the account, it meant he was leaving them. He wanted to be financially dependent, total slavery, but Frisco had required he have this escape clause, at first. It’s gone now, and if he leaves them he’ll do so with no money and no assets. He’d hated having it available, those first years, but Frisco had told him slaves don’t get a say in that kind of thing.

I wasn’t going to give Daisy a way out, though. No escape clause, no chance to get away for a long while. We weren’t going on the road trip this time, and she wasn’t going to the clubhouse yet.

Eventually? I’d have to rethink that.

But not yet.