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I used the app on my phone to open the garage door, pulled into my garage, shut the SUV off, and then used the app to close the door. It’s a three-car garage, and the other two bays held a total of five bikes. She looked at them but didn’t say anything, and I leaned more on what I’d learned by watching my brothers with their ol’ladies.

“A while back, I was sent away for three months. I caused problems for my club, and they needed me out of town and gone for a while. It was the worst three months of my life, being alone. My brothers are my family, and being without my family crushed me. You were a child without a family, little Daisy. Let me give you a family. If you belong to me, then you’ll be part of my club, too. Not at first, because we’re going to take this slow, but eventually? Once we build more trust? You’ll absolutely be not just my family, but theirs.”

She shook her head and looked at me with tears still glistening in her eyes. She bit at her bottom lip once and opened her mouth to speak. I don’t know what she was about to say, but my instincts told me I’d have to punish her for it, so I put my finger over her lips and told her, “Free speech time is over, for now. I’ve never fucked you with clothes on, and we’re going to give us both one helluva homecoming. Walk into that door and lean over whatever you find downstairs that you want me to fuck you over. I need to check a few things upstairs, and I’ll grab some lube and head down.”

Chapter 27

Daisy

He hadn’t been joking about the jail cell. There was a huge mancave of a room in his basement, with three rooms off of it. One was a bedroom, another was a workout room, and the last was a bedroom with bare concrete cinder blocks showing on three walls, and bars across the front. The jail cell had a stainless-steel toilet and sink, and a stainless shelf for a bed. Attachment points on the wall told me he could easily restrain me standing against those horrid concrete blocks. Outside of the bars was a twin-sized bed, a small table beside it, and a television on the wall, aimed so whoever was inside the cell could watch it, but not the person in the bed, whom I assumed would be a guard for the person in the cell.

I didn’t know how much time I had, so I went back out to the mancave and leaned over the back of the sofa. Assuming he didn’t bind my hands behind my back, this would be the most comfortable spot, and since I wasn’t wearing my ever-present wrist and ankle cuffs, I hoped that would be the case.

I almost felt naked without them, despite the fact I was wearing clothes for the first time since he’d taken me to the rental house.

I’d come up with ways to keep my mind occupied while I waited to be fucked, or hurt, or punished, but I didn’t need to resort to any of that on this day, because I was too busy looking around. He had every video console, and a huge, curvedtelevision. The sofa arms were leather, but the part you sit on and the back were made of a walnut-colored, luxurious, plush baby corduroy fabric. The part I was leaning over was leather, but I rubbed my hands over the fabric’s texture and it soothed my anxiety.

I’d be able to watch television in my jail cell, and he’d promised a way to work out. If he let me paint and draw some while he was away, it might not be so bad.

Somehow, he’d made it so I got horny when I was in any of his official positions, and that included this one, bent over something while waiting to be fucked. My clit throbbed and my vaj screamed about being empty, but I tried to ignore it, because I’d learned if I focused on it, I’d get even more aroused, but I’d be in trouble if he caught me playing with myself without permission.

I mostly think of it as my vaj now, rather than my no-no place. He hadn’t been at all amused about me calling it that. He usually calls it my pussy or my cunt, and he makes me call it my pussy, sometimes. Or rather,hispussy.

“Mmmm. Arch your back, little flower. You know better than to curve over something like that.”

I jumped at his voice because I hadn’t heard him coming down the steps, and I’d assumed I’d be able to. Fear clogged my throat, which was just as well, because apologizing would’ve put me into even more trouble. He hadn’t asked a question, so I wasn’t allowed to speak.

“I hate to get us started this way, but you’re in training and there must be consequences for backtracking on something you’ve been trained for. Seven licks.”

He rarely struck me when I was punished, but consequences were stripes from a cane. He’d told me once it was to get them over with quickly, so we could get back to training without losingmomentum. I didn’t think this was the case today, but there was no way to point that out.

“Can you remain still, or must I restrain you?”

If I could remain still, I’d get the seven licks. If I asked to be restrained, he’d double them and possibly triple them, depending on how disappointed he was in my answer.

“I’ll remain in place, Master.”

If I moved, he’d start overandtriple them, but he also didn’t hit as hard when I was free like this, so I’d find a way to hold on without jumping up and running across the room.

“Good girl. Let’s get these over with quickly, because I can’t wait to bury my dick in your ass.”

He lifted my dress to bare my ass, ran his hand over my pussy, wiped the dampness off on my ass, and then wiggled my butt plug before he pulled it out.

I couldn’t help my moan when it slid out, opening me painfully a few seconds before my asshole closed and I was empty in both holes, which doesn’t happen often.

“Fast and hard, little flower. Keep that back arched or you’ll get more than seven.”

I planted my hands on the sofa’s seat and looked at the line where the wall met the ceiling. I determined to stay exactly like this, with my back at a sharp arch, though I knew my back wasn’t going to stay exactly like this — but I could move back into it quickly, and that would have to be good enough.

I hoped.

The first strike was a line of fire across both cheeks, and I screamed and tried to squeeze the fabric on the sofa. My back bowed up a half-second before I got it back down like it should be, and then the second strike hit just as the first stripe lit up again, so it was like a double-whammy.

I screamed throughout the entire caning, and I nearly came off the sofa after the last, but I held on with everything I had, and managed to stay put.

“Excellent, little flower. You’ve come a long way.”

I heard his zipper, and a few seconds later, lube was squirted into my asshole. He tossed the lubing tool to the side, meaning I’d have to pick it up and clean it later, and then I felt his dick, pressing in. I still hadn’t seen his dick, and that bugged me, but there was no use in telling him that. He’d let me see it when he was ready, and I kind of got the point — he could see me everywhere, but I didn’t have the right to see him naked.

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