Page 82 of Dozer

“Open up for me, my little slave-wife. Relax and take me. Show me how badly you want me to take pleasure in your body, Daisy May.”

I pushed out with my asshole, which sounds wrong, but it’s how you open upback there, and a half-second later, he used thebar to pull me toward him at the same time he thrust into me with his hips and legs. He didn’t make it all the way in, but that didn’t matter because it was too much — too wide and too deep, and it hurt and burned, and a scream ripped from my chest and filled the room.

“There it is. That’s what I wanted to hear. Where’s my dick?”

“It’s up your slave’s ass, Master!”

“Damned right it is.” He shoved again and plunged deeper, and spread me so wide I thought for sure I must be bleeding, but I didn’t hear or feel anything tear, so I knew I probably wasn’t, but it hurt like fuck.

And there wasn’t a thing I could do to stop it. I belonged to Master, and that was that.

He pulled out and slammed back in. Another scream tore from my throat, and then he fucked me hard and fast, and I had to fight to breathe in enough to oxygenate my body in between screaming and begging for a small respite, but I never asked him to stop.

And, crazy as it may seem, my clit throbbed in the air with nothing touching it, and my empty pussyachedto be filled. He never got me close to coming, but there was no doubt to either of us how badly I’d needed him to do just this — to walk in and claim me all over again.

When he finally came, deep inside my ass, I knew the butt plug was coming before I felt it. He’d want his jizz to stay inside me, so I’d smell like him from the inside out. Later, I was certain I’d find myself swallowing his cum for the same reason.

And now that I knew he was a werewolf, I understood so much more about my Master.

But the shock came once the plug was in my ass, because he turned it on, so it vibrated away inside me, and then Master jammed I-don’t-know-how-many fingers in my pussy and went to town on me, pressing intothe spotevery time, so I went fromfrustrated-and-horny to right on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm in seconds.

“Come for me, little flower.”

It was an order, and my body obeyed before my mind parsed it. Before that orgasm died, he ordered another one, and then another one.

And then another.

“There’s a good girl.” When I was wrung out from pleasure, he released my wrist cuffs from the spreader bar, but I held onto it and stayed put. I wouldn’t move until he told me to.

He finally turned the butt plug off, and then carefully helped me stand. Master oh-so-tenderly kissed my left temple, and my heart went all pitter-patter again.

“Center yourself on the bed face up and crossways, and grab your ankles with your knees straight. I’ll wash up and then be in to properly look your piercings over. Formal rules for a little while. No words unless asked a direction question. Tell me you understand.”

“Your slave understands, Master.”

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I hadn’t expected to walk in and take her ass, but she’d needed it. In all honesty, I’d wanted to hold her and cuddle her, but it was clear she’d needed me to prove to her I could still be Master, and I had no problems changing my plans.

My nose told me Champ’s crate had been in our bedroom a whole lot, but he was currently in the kitchen. He’d cried a little when I got rough with my girl, but he’d have to get used to that. I liked that he was in tune with her, though.

Her piercings looked fine, so I sent her to the kitchen to prepare our meal, and I sat in the bedroom and decided how the rest of our day was going to go.

Clearly, she’d wanted me to come in and take control. She wanted our dynamic, and not one where she was in any way over me, not even when I’d fucked up and she could’ve demanded we toss the contract and rewrite it from scratch, because my wolf wasn’t going to let her walk away from us. The human would’ve tried to hold onto as much sexual freedom to use her and abuse as I wanted, but we’d have given up a whole helluva lot, if that’d been what it took to keep her.

But she didn’t want to change our dynamic, and that settled my heart more than words can express.

When I made it to the kitchen, there was a baby gate up to keep Champ from leaving the kitchen, and he was chewing on a bully stick behind her while she prepared the food. I noted his food on the far edge of the counter, and I asked her, “Did you put gravy on his food?”

“A little. He’ll eat when we do, so he doesn’t bother the bejeebers out of us while we eat. Making his food smell like ours will make him actually want it.”

I squatted beside him to pet him while he went at the bully stick. I took it from him, and then gave it back to him. He needed to get used to me being Alpha enough to have control over his food. Daisy, too. I gave him a little more attention and then stood, washed my hands, and set the table while I considered my next moves.

Once dinner was on the table, I’d fasten her wrist cuffs together behind her back and lovingly feed her meal to her, and then I’d restore her speech permissions and have her show me whatever I’ve missed while away — any work done on her project piece, all the new curtains, which I’d seen and liked, but hadn’tmentioned, and the new living room furniture, which I also liked, but hadn’t mentioned.

And then we’d go through her training regimen — positions, grace, oral training, and weight hanging from her pussy while I gave her orgasms.

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