Page 9 of Dozer

“I went to school in New York.”

“High school?”

“Elementary, middle, high.”

Lying to him hadn’t worked out so well, and what could it hurt to tell him the general areas I’d grown up?

He stepped to a door, went to turn the knob, but it was locked. He hesitated a few seconds, turned it again, and I swear I think he broke it. The door opened, and then we were inside. He settled me on a table, hooked my ankles to my wrists again, stepped back outside, and came inside with a few pieces of wood.

“We’ll only be here a few hours, but it’s too cold for you without clothes.”

The bastard should’ve thought about that before he cut them off me, but since I was wearing his huge shirt, I figured maybe I should keep my mouth shut.

And now that I had a good look at him, I was more scared than ever. His arms were like tree trunks. His neck was as big around as his head. He’d carried me curled into one arm!

He had a fire going in no time, and then he turned and focused on me, and my stomach went all swimmy.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

He breathed in and shrugged. “Not yet. You’re fine.” He cut my ankles loose from my wrists again, lifted me, and settled me on the rough hardwood floor, on my knees, but he was carefulwith me, so it didn’t hurt. My arms were still connected behind my back, and my ankles were still bound together. I wasn’t going anywhere.

He sat on the ugly loveseat and leaned forward, so his face was inches from mine. “Boarding school?”

I nodded.

“Rich kid, raised by everyone except your parents?”

I stared at him. How the fuck had he known that?

“All girls school, or coed?”

When I didn’t answer, he asked again, but spread the two possibilities out, and then sat up, looking thoughtful. “All girls school, and I’m betting probably religion based? When did you lose your virginity?”

I felt my face flame red, and he grinned. “Oh, that got a reaction, but the question is whether you’re embarrassed because you were thirteen, or because you were eighteen?”

He tilted his head. “Eighteen? Really?” He sat back. “Did Dray pop your cherry? Show you the ways of the world and get you to run off with him? But then, once you couldn’t go home again, when he’d made you burn all those bridges, he changed, right?”

“What do you want from me?” And how the hell did he know all this?

“We’ll get to that later, but for now, I want some answers.”

Chapter 7

Daisy

He pulled his shirt off over my head, and I was suddenly completely naked. The fire was warm, so I wasn’t cold, but I wassovulnerable. My tiny breasts on display with no way to cover them. At least my knees were together, to cover myno-no placea little.

I tried to figure out how to stand, but there was no way. If my hands were in front of me, I might manage to lean forward and get my toes under me, and if I had enough time I might fall to my side and somehow leverage myself up onto my feet, but for the time being, I was stuck on my knees.

I met his gaze. “This isn’t the way to get them.”

“You could be right, but let’s go with it anyway. I won’t use my fists, but that doesn’t mean I won’t belt your ass, and you already know your nipples are fair game.”

I leaned to one side and then the other, pulling my knees closer to each other. Not that the quarter inch I moved them made a difference, but it made me feel better.

I stared at his knees and told him, “You’re bigger and stronger than me, and you’ve tied me up. If you want to rape me, I can’t stop you. This isn’t a date. I’m sorry I stole your car. If you need to belt me before you can release me, maybe you should do that.”

“You’ve been belted before?”

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