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“Five more minutes…” I retorted, and she laughed.

“The club has bought you your bedroom set,” she said. “We know you’ve got nothing just yet, but you have to have a place to sleep and after much arm twisting, Doozer gave us the link to the set you’ve been eyeing.”

“But that was almost ten-grand,” I whispered.

“We know,” she whispered back.

“Oh my god, Ronnie. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She grinned, holding up a six-pack of beer. “Now show me to the fridge and let these boys work.”

I blushed and led her and Jules into the kitchen.

“I don’t have dishes,” I admitted. “But how about I order pizza?”

“That sounds great,” Jules said.

As the men hauled all of the heavy boxes and parts up to our bedroom, I sat with Jules and Ronnie in the kitchen and drank beer while we waited for the pizza.

Before our food arrived, however, several of the other club women arrived carrying bags of groceries and cheap dishes to ‘tide us over’ until we could buy what we wanted.

Before the night was over, I’d had to excuse myself at least sixty-two times to wipe away tears I’d been trying to hide most of the evening.

I couldn’t believe how incredibly welcome and loved I felt, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with Doozer and our new family.

By the time everyone filed out of our house, however, I was horny as hell and needed to christen the bed.

“Meet me upstairs?” I said in my best come hither voice.

Doozer met my eyes with a grin almost wider than his face. “Yes, ma’am.”

While he locked up the house, I rushed upstairs, grabbing my overnight bag I would not let anyone else touch, dropping it on the bed. I pulled out the nipple clamps I’d stowed in there holding them up just as Doozer walked into the room. I’d bought these particular toys myself and it had shocked the hell out of both of us when I discovered I like them so much. So much in fact, I was contemplating actually piercing my nipples. I hadn’t quite gotten up the nerve to do that yet, but it was still in the maybe pile.

“Oh, ho, you want to play,” he deduced.

“Hell, yes, I want to play.”

We rushed to divest ourselves of our clothing, then I pushed Doozer onto the bed, straddling him with a grin. He was rock hard as I wrapped my hand around his dick and guided it inside of me. I lowered myself, then braced my hands on his chest as I lifted my hips, then slid down again.

“You gonna go that slow all night?” he teased.

“I’m priming the pump.”

“How about you let me take over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“If you want me to shut my mouth, I’d suggest you grab the clamps and fuck me from behind.”

He tweaked my nipple with a grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

Sliding gently out of me, he retrieved the nipple clamps off the nightstand while I positioned myself on all-fours.

He reached under my body to clamp me, then slapped my pussy. “Spread wider, Trouble.”

I spread wider and his fingers dipped inside of me before slapping my pussy again. I whimpered as I felt the flood, loving what he could do to my body.

He slid two fingers inside of me again, before replacing them with his dick, then one of his fingers pressed against my tight hole.

“Oh, god, yes,” I hissed, and he pressed it into me.

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