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There hadn’t been an open conversation session since he’d told me about the evening, so there’d been no chance for me to make sure he wasn’t going to let someone else fuck me, but I had to believe since all these men had significant others, that wouldn’t be on the table.

The clubhouse was much nicer than I expected, though I noticed the sofas were past the point of needing to be replaced. Still, the bar was gorgeous, and the eight huge televisions on the walls were impressive. There were two pool tables, some dart boards, the table with the little football men on poles, and another sports table I’d seen but couldn’t recall the name of.

He’d shown me pictures of the men I was meeting tonight, and had quizzed me on them, with consequences if I got a name wrong, but I still paid close attention during introductions.

“You’re our server tonight,” he told me after introductions, and he walked me behind the bar and showed me how to workthe beer tap thingie. “You see someone’s glass getting low, fill it up and return it to them.” He walked me into the kitchen and showed me where the snacks were. “When you see any of the bowls out there getting low, fill them up.”

They had bowls of several kinds of chips, pretzels, and lots of things to dip them into. There was also a platter of all kinds of meat, but Master told me once it was gone, they might fill it up again later, but it didn’t have to be out and available all night.

I spent hours going back and forth to the kitchen while the men watched three different games on three different televisions, alternately muting and unmuting them, so only one was playing out loud at a time. Brain and McGyver played a video game on another television, and at times, the other men paid more attention to their video game than the three games.

After nearly two hours, I took my shoes off in the kitchen before carrying yet more beer back to put beside the men.

“Where are your shoes, Daisy?” Master asked.

“My feet hurt, Master. I took them off.”

The next thing I knew, I was over his lap, my skirt lifted so my bare ass showed to everyone — and likely a lot more than my ass — and Master’s hand was landing on my ass, fast and hard, and ithurt.

He spanked me a long time, and I was bawling my eyes out when he finally stopped, but he didn’t let me up — he removed my plug and put a larger one in before he stood me back up. “Put your shoes on and return, bad girl.”

I scurried behind the bar and into the kitchen, put them on, and came back out as quickly as possible, and then saw the zip-ties in his hands and knew what was about to happen.

Sure enough, he created a big, loose loop around my stainless ankle cuff, and then ran a zip tie through it, underneath the shoe, and up to the cuff on the other side of my ankle — and pulled it tight enough, my shoe wasn’t coming off until someonecut one of the loops. He did the other shoe the same, and told me, “Our waitresses work six-to-ten-hour shifts, running back and forth constantly, five or six days a week. Remember when you said you’d never had a real job? It shows. Do better, bad girl.”

He handed me his glass, which was nearly empty, and I accepted it and grabbed Duke’s, which was also close to empty. I took them behind the bar to refill them, and accepted that my feet were just going to have to hurt. Also, he was still calling me bad girl, which meant this wasn’t over. Once I’ve been fully punished, he’d call me by my name again. Apparently, he wasn’t going to do whatever he needed to do in front of his brothers, and I was grateful for that, but it still broke my heart for him to be upset with me.

The larger plug hurt for a while, until I got used to it, but I ignored the pain and made sure everyone had beer in their glass, and that the bowls of chip and dip were replenished before they got terribly low.

Eventually, Brain got a text at the same time someone came over a speaker I hadn’t known existed and said, “They’re a few blocks away.”

“That’s my cue to leave,” Master told his brothers, and he motioned to me. “Let’s go, bad girl. Time to get your ass fucked. You’re on orgasm denial until I decide otherwise, so it isn’t going to be much fun for you.”

Chapter 37

Dozer

Her face flamed red, but that was okay. I hadn’t fucked her in front of them, and I hadn’t loaned her to any of them. She knew it could’ve been worse than it was — being ordered to serve beer to everyone, punished for taking her shoes off, and then informed of orgasm denial in front of them.

It wasn’t a given that she’d do something punishable, but I’d hoped she would, so we could get that behind us. And now, I could take her to my room and fuck her brains out.

Her rules for about two weeks now had been no understandable words during sexual activities. She could moan and scream in pleasure, but she was punished for actual words. I’d expected it would take a while, but after the first session — and a seven-minute cold shower after she said seven words — she’d managed to keep from saying them.

And that meant I could do all kinds of things to her in my room at the clubhouse, and even the female werewolves would only think she was making sex noises.

I fucked all her holes, and plumbed her ass twice. Three orgasms for me and none for my flower. I locked her ankle cuffs to my bed while I was in church the next morning, but I took breakfast down to her so she could eat while I was gone. After church, I bent her over the bed and fucked her again before I sent her to shower and do her face and hair.

And then, finally, I put her in a child-sized motorcycle racing suit — all black so it just looked like clothes and not a racing suit — and gave her instructions. “You stick with me the whole time. If you need to pee, I’ll take you into the woods. You aren’t going off with the women for the bathroom trips, so don’t even ask.” I showed her the butt plug, and she recognized it as the one that could shock her. She hates it, but she obediently bent over the bed and assumed the position without my having to give the order.

“Today, it’s a leash. If you get more than twelve feet from me, it’ll shock you. If you’re saying or doing something I don’t want you to say or do, you’ll get a shock. Mind your mouth and your actions. Be nice. Be polite. Smile and be friendly. Donotanswer questions you know I won’t want you answering. I’ll answer nosy questions so you don’t have to, today.”

I handed her a tube of sunscreen for her hands, and double-checked to make sure her face was taken care of. “Put that on your hands. Your hair will be down when the helmet is off, so your ears and neck should be fine. You told me your foundation has sunscreen, right?”

“Yes, Master. Thank you for taking care of me.”

I kissed her forehead in response. I’d never told her to thank me for taking care of her, and while my wolf bristled at it sometimes becauseof coursewe were taking care of our little flower, I’d finally gotten around to reading thatLittle Princebook she’d talked about, so I got it, and it made it even more special to hear those words coming from her cute little mouth.

I hadn’t been sure we were going on the ride today, but she’d done well enough last night, I thought the risk worth the benefits. The longer I kept her hidden, the bigger deal it would be when she met everyone. Also, she was going crazy, cooped up in my house with only me for company. The sessions on Fetlife helped, but it wasn’t like getting out and socializing in real life.Today wouldn’t be that, either, but it would be a helluva lot closer than she’d been in a while.

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