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especially with the heavy makeup I was wearing.
    “I love you, Mr. Van Der Burg,” I replied unable to say much more.
    “I love you too, Shauna,” he said and squeezed my hand. We drove the rest of the way home and when we got there, Dutch insisted on carrying me over his threshold. I wanted to stop him, but I resisted the urge. I wasn’t that big and he was more than strong enough. Inside the office, he set me down and took my hand. He led me through the office but instead of taking me upstairs, he turned towards the shop. “I need to show you something,” he told me.
    “What?” I asked excitedly. Dutch led me into the shop and flipped on the lights. There sat a bike I’d never seen before. I managed the shop now and I knew what bikes we had in the shop. “What is that?” I asked suspiciously.
    “ Your wedding gift,” Dutch told me.
    “Uh...how did you...where did it come from?” I stammered.
    “I’ve been stashing the parts at Locke and Sheila’s place for the last few weeks as they came in. The bachelor party was more of a build party. Sheila kept you plenty busy so we could build it and bring it over here this morning,” Dutch said.
    “So, that's what you meant when you said she was keeping me busy last night?” I asked.
    “You liked it didn’t you?” Dutch replied.
    “Um...yeah...a lot,” I said and then went to the bike, “It’s beautiful!” I walked around the motorcycle admiring the craftsmanship and all the hard work. It was a Softail like Dutch’s bike but I could see the motor wasn’t as big. In fact, the whole bike was smaller like Sheila’s was. The gas and oil tanks were a sparkling purple with pink pin striping. The frame was a deep purple, the bike was covered in chrome parts and the seat was rich brown leather with exquisite stitching including my name. In short, it was a work of art.
    “Thank you, you’re so sweet. You really stayed up all night building this?” I asked and Dutch nodded. I climbed on the bike and it felt perfect. “But I don’t know how to ride,” I said.
    “We’ll teach you,” Dutch said and came to me. I threw my leg over the gas tank and sat sidesaddle. Dutch knelt after pulling the key to my chains from his jeans and unlocked me. I could have easily slipped out of the small chains, but that wasn’t point. Dutch set the padlocks aside and then unchained me. “You don’t have a chastity belt under there do you?” he teased as he set the chains on the ground.
    “No, just panties,” I replied. Dutch ran his strong hands up my stocking clad legs and to the apex of my thighs. My dress barely covered my panty-covered mound and Dutch moved to pull my panties aside. “No, just rip them off,” I said. Dutch grasped my panties and tugged. They gave way, as designed, and Dutch tossed them aside.
    “You’ve thought of everything, dear,” Dutch said. Dear? That made me smile.
    “Yes, I have, daddy,” I replied. I reached around my body and unzipped my leather dress. The zipper ran from top to bottom and once I had it unzipped, it all but fell off. Dutch growled as he watched me remove my bra. The rest was staying on, the stockings, garter belt and boots. Dutch’s hands slid up my body and he kneaded my breasts as he lowered his head and gently licked my pussy. I sucked in a sharp breath as his warm tongue hit my soft flesh.
    “Are you going to take me here?” I asked. I still wore my collar but the leash had disappeared soon after the ceremony. Dutch pulled it from his jeans pocket and clicked it onto the collar.
    “ I’m going to take you wherever, whenever and however I want,” he said and pulled the leash bringing my lips to his.
    “I’m counting on it, daddy,” I replied as we parted. Dutch got to his feet and pulled me along behind him. Upstairs we went and Dutch led me to our bed. Our bed, not only his anymore. I waited on the edge of the bed as Dutch undressed. My God, he was so sexy. As he revealed his hard, muscular body, I felt