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“I do, I just didn’t bring it with me. My grandmother taught me the proper use of one, but I’m kind of barebones here, since I was only coming for a few months.”

“You still have an apartment in Chattanooga?”

“One of my nursing friends just left her husband, and she’s paying me to stay in my apartment while she looks for a place and figures her shit out. I brought the personal stuff with me that I wouldn’t want her pawing through. I’ve made a point of not accumulating a lot ofthingsuntil I can afford to buy a house. Moving is a pain in the ass. I brought five huge suitcases and six boxes to Birmingham, and that included dishes, pots and pans, spices, that kind of thing. The bikers don’t usually offer furnished apartments, but they said they could come up with the basics as long as I didn’t need everything to match.”

Dev looked around again. There was a bed with a single night table, the small kitchen table and two chairs, and a sofa with a loveseat in different fabrics, though they worked well together. Also, a couple of mismatched end tables to go with them. He’d assumed she’d moved them down with her, but this probably worked better for the short time she’d planned to be here.

When they finished eating, Dev heated some olive oil while she got into bed. He pulled the bottom of the cover and sheet up to bare her feet, and sat in a chair at the foot of the bed to give her a foot massage. In less than five minutes, she was in a deep sleep. His little owl took care of so many others, it made him feel good to take care of her. The morning before, he’d given her four orgasms and she’d fallen into a deep sleep while he’d been in the bathroom getting a washcloth to clean her up.

He was hoping she’d agree to go from the hospital to his house the following morning, since it was her last night to work this week.

The twins were enjoying the role-playing games, and had even come to Dev with a few ideas of their own. Life was never going to be boring with these three in his life.

* * * *

Genie was awakened by suction on her breasts and the rough part of a tongue on her nipple. Her libido screamed to life, her clit pulsed, and a deep, vibrating moan escaped her chest.

Her inner ‘responsible adult’ dictated she turn her head and look at the clock. It wasn’t quite four-thirty, and she’d had her alarm set for five. That meant they had thirty minutes to play.

“Since we’re short on time,” she told him, her voice not quite awake yet, “I vote we skip the foreplay and go straight to the fucking.”

His mouth came off her nipple and his finger and thumb took its place, squeezing and twisting. “You’re such a romantic, I have no idea what to do with you.”

“I justtoldyou what to do with me. I need a really good fucking, and we’re short on time.” She heard her tone of voice and amended it with, “Sir.Please.”

“Mmmm. Better.”

He positioned his hands on either side of her right breast, plumped it a little, and then put his mouth back to her nipple and sucked.Hard. With a touch of teeth. Electric sensations shot from her nipple to her clit, and her voice came out all breathy. “Permission to play with my pussy, Sir?”Fuck, he was driving her insane.

He sucked at her nipple another half a minute — at least — before he moved away enough to tell her, “Hands over your head, little owlet. Spread your legs for me.”

She did as ordered, but couldn’t stop her hips from moving as if she were fucking an invisible dick.

“Hard and fast? Is that what you’re asking for?”

“Please. Fuck yes.”

And then there was no time for thought because he gave her exactly what she asked for, slamming into her from the first, no time to get used to him, no time to adjust.

And no orgasms allowed, either. She begged and pleaded until he growled, “Ask again and you won’t get one until sometime tomorrow night, or maybe even the next day.” She thought to herself she might just orgasm without asking and see what happened, but then he said, “If you come without permission, I’ll put a dome over your clit and you won’t have access to it until you have to go back to work Monday night.”

She’d seen the dome in use. Someone from the coterie had shared its use with the Birmingham bikers, who’d had a contest in the clubhouse, and the losing sweetbutt had to wear it for the rest of the night. No pressure or friction or heat to the sweetbutt’s clit, and the woman hadn’t been able to come. She’d been in tears when they took it off and sent her on her way the next morning without an orgasm, and every single biker not in a monogamous relationship had used her and teased the fuck out of her pretty much all night.

Genie was ahugefan of orgasms. She could get off on being denied here and there, but it wasn’t one of her kinks.

And so, she begged him to back off twice, because she was so close to an orgasm she wasn’t certain she could hold on to it — he didn’t back off as much as she wanted, but it was enough to keep her from catapulting over into an out-of-control release.

When he finally ordered her to come, the orgasm took a few seconds to get up to speed, as if it were waiting to be halted, and then her insides gripped his oh-so-thick cock, her body pumped up and down on him as he pounded into her. Everything turned to jelly. Heat pulsed in every cell of her being, pleasure exploding in starbursts.

A handful of seconds after she collapsed into a molten pile of exhausted pleasure, the alarm on her phone went off, and she groaned.

Dev chuckled. “Do I have excellent timing, or what?” He slapped her butt. “Up you go, little owl. No dillydallying.”

The shower brought her back to life, and by the time she came out and accepted the two biscuits with egg, cheese, bacon, and sausage he’d put together for her from the leftover biscuits with fresh ingredients inside, she was energized and ready for her shift. The final night was always the hardest, but she’d get through it and then have four nights off.

On her way to work, she once again thought of what she was going to do for her men for Christmas. Remy had laid out the rules for her, and she’d verified them with Dev. She and Dev could purchase whatever they wanted for each other, but the twins were still officially slaves, and thus couldn’t own anything. Genie couldn’t give them something physical that she purchased, or even something she made from purchased materials. Neither could she make something for them that could be sold, so if she had the ability to cut down a tree andmake furniture from the wood, she couldn’t gift the furniture to them.

Genie had learned that they didn’t have clothes in their closet or underwear in their drawers, and in fact, didn’t have drawers or a closet in their suite. Clothes were handed out to them when needed, and weren’t provided when they were to be naked.