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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 fuckinghurt, 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 wantedmorefrom 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 impressivejust 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 thatmeant 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.

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 ofanythingin 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.”

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