Shelter in Place: Quarantine Romance Collection Includes New Novella

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by Jamie Knight


  “Hey. I am working and I am fine. Please don’t bother me any further, Shawn,” I texted. “We broke up.”

  “You’re not even going to let me apologize?!” he texted back.

  “I don’t care if you apologize or not,” I replied. “I need to move on. I’m sorry, but it’s over. Don’t bother me. I’m working.”

  If Shawn ever found out where I was, it would be bad. Horrible, even, considering last year’s Christmas party…

  Shawn and I had gone to the annual work party. It was the normal routine; I went to his work party, and he went to mine. There were cookies and catered food, and since Lamb Associates had the money to go all out, they had even hired a bartender and server. We were standing around the printer, balancing our plates on it and picking at the food, when Shawn spotted Mr. Lamb.

  “Oh, so that’s your pretty boy boss, huh?” he had said. “He’d better not lay a finger on you.”

  At the time, I had found his jealousy mildly endearing, mostly because I didn’t think I was in the same galaxy, much less league, of Julius Lamb. I remembered wondering if Shawn could somehow sense I found him attractive, but back then, he was just my boss.

  Putting on my bathrobe, I went downstairs to get some breakfast. I found Mr. Lamb already fully dressed and going through some files. He had a breakfast plate already prepared for me.

  “Hey, sleepyhead,” he greeted. “Grab some breakfast and get dressed. We have a lot of work to do.”

  “Okay,” I said, smiling. “Thanks for comforting me last night.”

  “Uh huh,” he said, not looking up from his files. “I’m going to set up the Zoom meeting. It’s 8:30 now. Think you’ll be ready by 9:30?”

  “Oh, uh, I guess I could be,” I said.

  His demeanor was suddenly all-business again. Did I do something wrong?

  “C’mon, hurry up and eat,” he said. “We’ve got clients to attend.”

  “Uh, yeah, let me grab a shower first,” I said, returning upstairs.

  It was so strange. Maybe I’m just not awake yet, but Julius was acting completely differently now. Did last night not mean anything? Did it even happen?

  After getting ready, I came back downstairs, quickly ate breakfast, and got right to work. It was like we were back in the office. Something had signaled to me that we were going to forget about work and spend a lost week testing our sexual limits… but that Mr. Lamb was down in the basement.

  This Mr. Lamb was intent on servicing his clients. Maybe that was the extent of this. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe I’d go down the basement stairs and find no door to a dungeon of pleasure, just a wall.

  Julius called up a meeting on Zoom, and I recognized several of my coworkers on the call. My boss thought it best that I stay off camera and quiet during the call. I texted in my suggestions while Julius pretended that I was somewhere else. It was for the best; it would’ve been a shock to my coworkers to see me wandering around in the background.

  But as the day wore on, I didn’t know what to expect. We took a break for lunch and it was still very businesslike. I thought maybe he’d tie me up for an hour and do something to me, but nothing happened. It seemed completely out of his mind; Julius was solely focused on the work.

  Eventually, I got my laptop from my pile of stuff and set up on the opposite end of the kitchen table. Julius’ cold attitude made me frustrated, but I didn’t want to press the issue. This was his house, his world; I was still learning the rules. Perhaps I just needed the patience to get through all this.

  I was worried that when the lockdown was all over, Mr. Lamb would want me to leave. Who would want to leave here? This fabulous house, with a beautiful man? No way! I loved it here. Plus, his strong hand made me feel safe and alive at the same time.

  I longed to be cuddled by him again. Perhaps all I had to do is work hard and make it until the end of the workday.

  This was the discipline Mr. Lamb referred to, I guessed. Without discipline, we’d probably just descend into sexual activity for days on end; we’d lose track of time, and whatever work we could accomplish would fall by the wayside.

  We couldn’t do that. The business was still important. Dozens and dozens of people depended on Lamb Associates for advertising, not to mention a paycheck. It was more important to be strong, focused, and disciplined.

  There was a time and place for dungeon fun; I just had to wait and be patient. I had to remember that being kept waiting was the most exhilarating part of the dance we were doing.

  Instead of imagining myself working on my social media clients, I imagined myself lying in the basement on the stocks. It was that feeling of denial that heightened the sexual appetite,

  Sitting in the kitchen, I centered myself and focused on my tasks. Julius was acting professional, so I had to do that, too. If he had the patience and the will to wait, then I had to develop that will and patience, too.

  Suddenly, a strange calm took hold. It was like I was back at work. There wasn’t a sexual encounter with Mr. Lamb, there wasn’t a Shawn to return home to: it was just me. I was looking forward to something, but it was nameless, formless, only to be experienced in the moment.

  Julius would come to me when he was ready, and not before. That was the great part of him being in charge; he had to make the decisions, and all I had to do was wait for him to decide. It felt, in that moment, like a great burden had been lifted from me.

  I didn’t have to think, didn’t have to plan, didn’t have to decide. Like a good pet, I would wait patiently for my master to pay attention, and when that happened, I would be excited for every ounce of his focus. Just like me, he would be more intense and focused on me with his attention.

  “How are we doing, Dixie?” he asked, looking up from his computer.

  “We’re doing great, Mr. Lamb,” I said. “I’ll have those tracking numbers on the Facebook clients in the next few minutes.”

  “That’s great.” He smiled. “Feel free to make yourself a cup of coffee or take a break.”

  “I’m good for now,” I said. “Thanks.”

  Chapter Twelve - Julius

  For the next two days, we continued to throw ourselves into the work. Lamb Associates was losing our client base quickly; only the essential business even considered staying on, and these were a tough sell.

  With everyone forced into lockdown, and with only limited stores and businesses to shop at, the businesses that were closed didn’t need to advertise, and the ones that were open were bursting at the seams with customers already.

  I honestly didn’t know what to say to Dixie. She didn’t know this, but I had already broken my own rules about pets. Normally, the process of trust takes longer to develop, and I had skipped several steps because… Well, I just did.

  Who knows? Maybe I was a foolish old man who was smitten by a younger woman.

  And, of course, we both had our secrets. Normally, I’d have to break down the pets mentally so I could fully trust them, and they could trust me, but I hadn’t done that. Dixie was different. She was strong-willed, yet compliant. Such contradictions.

  She came back from a walk. It was important to keep getting exercise, even in the midst of the lockdown. It was hot, so she was sweaty after the walk. As she entered, I heard the tail end of a phone conversation.

  “There’s no need for that! Just take a hint! Leave me alone!” she said in frustration before hanging up.

  “Everything okay?” I asked, rushing into the room.

  “Huh? Oh, yeah, fine. It’s all good,” she said, forcing a smile.

  “You know, Dixie, if you’re having an issue with—”

  “It’s really hot outside,” she said, almost simultaneously. “I think I need a shower after that walk. I’m sorry.”

  “All right,” I said. “We can continue this conversation later.”

  She stopped in the hall when I said that, then turned back and looked at me.

  “Thanks again for letting me stay here, Mr. Lamb.”

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sp; “Of course,” I said. “You sure you’re all right?”

  “I’m fine,” she said.

  I went back to the kitchen and my computer. Sam was still on the teleconference call.

  “Hey buddy,” he greeted. “Did I hear someone else at the house? You alone?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” I said. “We’re in lockdown, right? How are we looking for the next quarter?”

  “Not great.” He sighed. “But I suppose it could be worse.”

  “Hey, at this point, I would be happy with a break-even scenario.” I chuckled. “As long as we can keep our employees.”

  “I don’t know, Jules,” he said, unsure. “I don’t see how that’s possible. How are we going to get new clients in this environment? I can’t even meet with them.”

  “We’ll think of something.”

  In the distance, I thought I heard something odd echoing down the hall. I decided to cut the call short.

  “I’ll let you go,” I said. “Check in with you tomorrow.”

  “Yep, bye.”

  I rushed upstairs. I could hear the noise getting louder. It sounded like Dixie was crying. I knocked on the door, and it abruptly stopped.

  “Yes?”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Ahem, yes, of course,” she said. “This is a lovely bathroom, by the way.”

  “Thank you.”

  I heard the doorknob start to turn, and the door opened. She was standing there, completely naked. It was clear she had been crying.

  “No, thank you, sir,” she said. “I don’t know where I’d be without you right now.”

  I realized that it was time to take matters into my own hands.

  “Dixie, I’ll be the one to shower you today,” I said.

  “That would be great, sir.”

  “Come on, now. Get in the tub.”

  She did as she was commanded, and I began to adjust the flow of the water. I placed her hand underneath it to check the temperature; I didn’t want to hurt that beautiful skin of hers.

  “How’s that? Too hot?” I asked.

  “No, sir. That’s just right,” she said.

  I rolled up my sleeves and got the shampoo, soap, and brushes ready. Turning on the shower, I removed the removable shower head and began wetting her hair and her body. Then, setting that aside, I placed shampoo in my hands and gestured for her to turn around. She did so obediently, without a word.

  Next, I lathered her hair. The soap bubbles ran down her back and in between her buttocks. I was careful and precise with my work. I always wanted my pets to look clean and presentable, especially Dixie.

  “All right. Stand under the shower head.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  She did so, and I rinsed her hair.

  “Bend over, please,” I said. “Let your hair fall forward, if you will.”

  “Like this, sir?”

  “Yes, like that.”

  I rinsed out the rest of her hair.

  “All right. Let’s stand up again and do the rest of you.”

  She smiled. She was relaxed again, enjoying the experience immensely, although she probably wasn’t enjoying it half as much as I was.

  I soaped up my hands and began to wash her face. We quickly rinsed that off. Then, I did under her neck, her shoulders, under her arms, and under her magnificent breasts. I rinsed her again.

  Then, we went down the rest of her body: the legs, the feet, the hands. Saving the best for last, I put my hands between her legs.

  “Oh,” she said, pleasantly surprised. “That’s a dirty part of me, sir.”

  “I think you’re right,” I said. “I’m going to have to do a lot of washing there.”

  She nodded in agreement. I rubbed my hand up and down her pussy, washing it thoroughly. Then, I told her to bend over as I washed her ass. Her tight anus was exposed to me, and I made it squeaky clean, pushing a finger inside to get everything. Again, she made a sound of pleasant surprise.

  “Stand up, please,” I said. “And turn around.”

  She did so.

  “Spread your legs just a bit, please.”

  “Like this, sir?” she said, spreading her legs apart.

  “Yes, just like that,” I said.

  I got my hands nice and soapy wet, then I started washing her pussy. She moaned and writhed, standing there in the shower.

  “Careful,” I said. “Don’t fall over. Stay still.”

  “Y-y-yes, sir,” she said.

  Then, I turned the water onto her, and she started to shake. But I was careful to never let her cum. The sweet torture was the point, not the quick orgasm. Besides, we needed to keep my pet clean.

  As we went back and forth, I knew I wanted her more than anything. She was beautiful, soft and compliant. Each time she called me “sir,” I got a rush. It felt right and our relationship — and I did want a relationship — had to be real. It had to be based on total truth and total trust.

  Sure, it would be fine to have an air of mystery, but this Shawn character was clearly crossing some lines. Dixie was strong, but even the strongest people sometimes go back to their exes. I wouldn’t let that happen. She deserved better, and, quite frankly, so did I.

  Love is blind. That’s part of the problem. As careful as I had been in the past, I just threw away my rules the moment Dixie crossed my path. Granted, I knew her from work and from what I could see, she was a kind and decent person.

  But that was just Work Dixie. People’s work personality was often very different from their home personality.

  Case in point: me.

  I was considered something of a stodgy codger at the office.

  If only Sam knew about my dungeon and kink… He’d never look at me the same way again.

  We all had our needs, wants, and desires. Sam had gone through quite a bad spate with his wife. He ended up dating a young girl, having some wild times, but ultimately came to his senses and went back to his wife. But for a few months, he had really gone off the deep end; late nights, hangover mornings, and strange calls on the company line.

  This was different. For one thing, Dixie wasn’t a stranger, and she seemed to have genuine values. At the very least, growing up with religious, Southern parents tended to give one a strong sense of Christian ideals.

  That was something to build upon and modify, even if you didn’t totally believe all of them.

  And besides, if you were exploring the taboo side of sexually, you had to have a starting point. If you were already a crazed degenerate, there was nothing to explore, nothing to discover.

  What I wanted was a partner who would, ultimately, explore with me over the years. That was what I was missing from building relationships with my previous pets. We didn’t connect.

  I wanted the real thing.

  Chapter Thirteen - Dixie

  Julius was teasing me endlessly with the shower head. Just as I’d be on the verge of cumming, he’d pull the water away. It was sweet torture, but I really just wanted so desperately to cum.

  “Who was on the phone?” he suddenly asked.

  “What?” I said, taken aback with the question.

  He hit me with the shower head again. I was so distracted as my engine started revving again.

  “The phone call, as you came in,” he said. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m asking. Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

  “Mm,” I moaned. “Mr. Lamb, sir, I…”

  He pulled the shower head away again.

  “C’mon now,” he said, coaxing. “If you tell me what I want to know, I’ll let you cum.”

  “I don’t want to bother you,” I said as he put the shower head on me again. “You don’t want to know—”

  “Oh, but I do. I insist,” he said, moving the shower head away again. “C’mon, now. Don’t you want to cum”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, sir, I want to cum! Please!”

  “Will you tell me?”

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�Yes, yes! Anything! Just let me cum!”

  He put the shower head against my clit, and, for a second, I thought he’d take it away, but he didn’t. I went over the edge, gushing between my legs and shaking so much I nearly fell out of the tub. Mr. Lamb steadied me with his hand.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” he said. “Oh, yeah. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, sir,” I gasped, biting my lower lip. “So good.”

  Next, he had me step out of the bath and turned off the water. After toweling me down, he picked me up and carried me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He gently laid me down in his bed and set aside the towel.

  “Now,” he said. “Who is it?”

  “It’s Shawn,” I said. “He’s been calling and texting non-stop. I told him we were finished and that I wasn’t coming back, but he won’t stop… If you want, I’ll leave. You shouldn’t have to suffer for my past mistakes.”

  “It’s lockdown,” he said, scoffing. “You don’t even have another place to go.”

  “It’s okay. I’ll figure out something.”

  “Don’t be silly. You’re safe here with me,” he said. “That fucker better not get within a mile of you, or he’ll have to answer to me.”

  “But Julius… Mr. Lamb…”

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m glad you told me. This way, we’re completely honest with each other.”

  “Yes, sir.” I smiled. “Thank you.”

  “I’m going to take your virginity now. Right here, in this bed. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, sir!” I said excitedly.

  “Understand that this is a first for me, as well.”

  “How so?”

  “This is the first time I’ve done something like this for love, and not for lust or punishment.”

 

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