Page 62 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)

Chapter 62

Daisy

The morning of my wedding finally arrived, and I awoke in Harmony and Brain’s guest bedroom so excited I could barely contain myself.

The rehearsal had gone great, and the rehearsal dinner in the VIP area of the Rolling Thunder Bar and Restaurant had been perfect . My parents were in town with all my siblings, and they’d held their own at the restaurant. I’d been a little worried about that, but it turns out, the ol’ladies had a plan to help them feel like they weren’t oddballs who didn’t fit in, and I could never thank them enough for it.

Most brides, I think, are probably nervous about saying “I do”. I mean, that’s the whole reason it’s a big expensive shindig, right? It’s something you look forward to for so long, it’s less likely you’ll get cold feet ten minutes before.

But this was all party for me. I’d already told him I’ll honor, love, cherish, and obey him for the rest of my life. There was no stress. It was perfectly planned down to the last iota. I only needed to show up and have fun.

Harmony and I went for massages and mani-pedis that morning. Well, I got both, but Harmony only got a pedicure, since she keeps her nails short — I assume because they’d just break while dealing with all of her horses. We had a light brunch at a frou-frou restaurant, and then Lexi met us at her salon and gave me the updo we’d decided on after trying more of them than I care to admit.

And then, finally , it was time for us to go to the venue, and for me to put the fabulous dress on. It was a magical day even before I arrived to see all my friends, and my mom, waiting for me in the room I’d hide out in until it was time for me to walk down the aisle.

The only awkward moment had come the night before, at the rehearsal. I hadn’t even considered that my dad might think he was walking me down the aisle, and when I found out he did, I’d taken him to the side and explained, “No one’s giving me away, Dad. It’s an antiquated notion, that a woman is owned by her father and then by her husband, and it feels important to me that I’m giving myself to Dozer. I’d feel this way even if we hadn’t been estranged. This isn’t about that.”

He'd taken it well, and he’d hugged me and told me he shouldn’t have assumed.

We had a little party in the prep room, though without alcohol, and it was totally laid back — but then it was time for us to leave, and everyone hugged me, careful of our hair and makeup, and we made our way to the main event.

And so, after all my bridesmaids had gone before me, I stood by myself, with my dress already arranged perfectly behind me, so I only had to start walking once the pianist hit the right part in The Wedding March .

And it hit me again that my Master is the most gorgeous man in the world. He was in a fancy tux, bought and not rented, waiting for me at the other end of the aisle up on the little stage. Okay, so maybe Dawg is actually the most beautiful man in the world, but in my eyes, it’s my Master. I wouldn’t want him in a suit all the time because that’s not him, but on this day, it was perfect, and he was heart-stoppingly gorgeous.

We left off the ring part of the ceremony because neither of us wanted to take them off and put them back on. Nickie had helped us write the vows so they fit us perfectly without it being obvious we were giving them as Master and slave, and Duke officiated the ceremony absolutely perfectly.

And then we were walking back down the aisle, and then outside to get pictures made. and then it was the part of the ceremony Master had most wanted to be perfect — the reception.

And fuck me, if Master didn’t surprise me by having Mythic Beast play for our reception.

But the best part was that all of our friends got to participate. We’d been married so quickly the first time, and I wouldn’t change a thing about our original tiny little quickie ceremony, but this one reminded me how important my new family is. They’d accepted me from the very beginning, and I loved them for it.

The wedding cake was beyond perfect, as was the ride-with-me-forever groom cake Matty helped me design, with Master’s Harley that I most prefer riding drawn on it with icing, along with caricatures of the two of us.

And, another surprise, someone had made a perfect little model of Champ, and he was on top of the tiered wedding cake beside Master and me.

I was going to miss Champ on our honeymoon, but he was staying with Gonzo and his family, and I knew he’d have a blast with their kids.

* * * *

Dozer

I took her to the Florida Keys for our honeymoon. As far south as I could get and still legally carry my gun, basically. I rented a house on the beach, and alternated kind-and-loving husband with strict-and-sadistic Master.

I’d had all these goals for her, back when I found her and was contemplating how to train her as a slave. One of the things I worked on was getting her fear and pain responses all tied up with sex in her mind, so she got horny when terrified, and I’d absolutely managed that one. All I had to do was start taking my belt off, or order her to go stand by a bondage piece, or tell her to bring me the cane, and the room suddenly smelled of the sweet-and-tangy scent of fear and arousal mixing and merging. She hates the cane, and it’s only used for punishments, but it still makes her horny.

I’d specifically wanted someone who choked on cock, and who had to be taught to take one down her throat, but I’d decided, somewhere along the way, not to train the gag reflex completely away. I like feeling her throat convulse around my thick length inside her.

And she’d absolutely been an anal virgin I could hurt and teach. She’s a pro at taking my cock up her ass now, but without any stretching, she still screams and cries enough, it works for me. I keep her tight with the long-term-wear plugs designed to do just that.

And speaking of tight, we’ve worked up to a pound and a half of weights on the end of the vaginal training tool, and she clamps down hard when she orgasms, now, she rarely loses the tool. My dick loves the way it feels when she comes.

I’m not sure how we’ll keep up the training once I lock her pussy up. Maybe we’ll see how she does after it’s been locked away for three months, and then I can decide how best to handle future times.

But our honeymoon wasn’t the time for denial. That would come later, once all her piercings were ready. During this week, I went the other way, so I ordered her to have orgasm after orgasm until she was begging for relief, and then I ordered her to have more.

So, with all her holes available, I kept them all sore and well-used. She knew about my wolf, now, which meant I could go in her ass and get ridiculously fat while she begged and pleaded for a respite that never came. It also meant I could get just as fat in her cunt, which meant I didn’t hit her cervix as badly, and for that, she was grateful. I mean, it stretched her wide enough it hurt, but that’s a good hurt, rather than the bad-hurt of having her cervix pounded.

We spent the first seven days of our ten-day honeymoon in the Keys, and then had a travel day to Virginia, and then time in a fancy schmancy hotel at night, while we spent our days with her family. We were invited to stay in their home, but I felt like she’d need some time away from them, so we told them this was the tail end of our honeymoon and we’d prefer to spend our nights in a hotel.

I spoiled her as much as possible during those ten days, but I also used her hard, and she stayed sore the entire time.