by Jamie Knight
“I’m honored to be your first, sir.”
Then, he kissed me tenderly. There was something real and vulnerable in his kiss. I knew I was kissing the real Julius. He wasn’t putting on some airs or trying to make me think one way or another; this was his true self, his real soul on display.
We kept kissing as he knelt on the bed and started taking off his clothes. He pulled open his shirt, the buttons flying in various directions. Tossing that aside, he stripped off his pants and underwear. He never stopped kissing me, even taking off his shoes and socks with his feet. Then, he slipped under the covers, completely naked, to hold me close. It was skin-on-skin contact, and I never felt so nurtured and warm.
He was stroking my hair gently with his hands as he kissed my lips, my neck, and my cleavage. The smell of his manly musk invaded my senses, and I wanted nothing more to have his arms wrapped around me forever.
I let my hands roam all over his body. His chest was hairy, muscular with broad shoulders. His big frame towered over me, even in bed.
I felt small and easily moved in his hands. Several times, he turned me over, placing me on top of his body. As each one of his muscles contracted under the skin, I could sense his power.
“You are my special pet,” he whispered.
His deep, resonating voice sent chills down my whole body, and I became aroused. I desperately wanted him inside me, and to know the real love of a man. He kissed me up and down my torso, teasing my pussy and getting it even wetter. I looked up at him, his manliness towering over me. I touched his beautiful cock.
“I’m ready now,” I whispered. “Take me.”
Slipping on a condom, he then slowly pushed into my cunt. I could feel my walls stretching for the first time. I cooed. I squeaked and moaned. This was what I had been missing, to be part of another human, physically. To have a part of him be inside me. It was beautiful, natural, and felt so good.
“Mm, yes, sir.” I moaned. “More.”
He pushed in further and I gasped. I couldn’t help but shake all over. It was like a hundred orgasms at once. My God, was that what I’d been missing all this time?
“Oh, yes, please,” I said. “Give it to me, Mr. Lamb. Don’t stop.”
He started slowly pulling out and then in. In and out, in and out. A steady rhythm of pleasure. I found myself adjusting my body to become more accepting of him. I arched my back and let my eyes roll back into my head.
I had never experienced something so raw and primal. Finally, I was connected to the rest of the world, both human and animal. I was participating in a mating ritual going back millions of years. I felt tied to the Earth and my own soul.
There was no teasing, no gameplay this time. Julius was making love, and perhaps for the first time in his life. In that moment, we were both the same. We were locked in a lovers’ embrace, opening ourselves up to the vulnerability of the other, while simultaneously being locked in place together. I would never leave him, and he would never leave me. I think, in that moment, we both knew that.
“Ah! Oh, oh my God!” he cried.
We were both climaxing together now. I could feel the hot rush of his cum shooting into my waiting hole. Locking my arms around his neck, I pulled him as close as I could as I shuddered on his cock. We were both left shaking, spent and complete.
He looked down at me in astonishment and wonder. Yes, Julius, we both experienced something new. You were the veteran teacher, but together we found something new for both of us.
“Is… Is this real?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I said, looking up at him. “It’s the most real thing in the world.”
We laid there in each other’s arms, just staring at each other. How did we come to this? Did either of us believe we would reach this point when we met? Who knows what tiny bit of circumstance could have kept us apart.
But none of that mattered now. We were together. Physically and mentally, we had formed a bond like no other. Emotionally, I had no word for it other than love. Real love. The only thing I could really compare it to was kissing Shawn, and compared to this, that felt like nothing.
We woke up a few hours later, both of us surprised that we had fallen asleep; the experience was so intense that we had both exhausted ourselves. There was an unspoken bond between us now. After a few kisses in bed, we both knew it was time to get up and work.
After an experience like that, we were both wired. I had never felt so energized and focused. Going back to work now felt invigorating, and not just because of all the post-coital feelings, but because we both knew we were striving forward together now, supporting one another.
In the kitchen, we became a well-oiled machine. While Julius worked on the computer, I put files and coffee just out of reach of the laptop camera.
There wasn’t a lot of money to be made for Lamb & Associates, but we managed to hold onto more clients than we thought possible. Maybe the company would be able to survive without laying off any of the workers.
After work, we had dinner and then returned to the bedroom — now our bedroom, really — and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Every minute I spent in the house with him felt right. Perhaps this was my new home now. It wasn’t just about the mansion, but about his presence. Wherever Julius Lamb resided, that’s where I belonged.
Chapter Fourteen - Julius
For the next week, everything was bliss. Dixie and I spent days keeping Lamb Associates up and running and nights exploring our most carnal desires. She was still my pet, but my most special of pets.
Sometimes, we’d go down into the basement and I’d introduce her to another kink: Tying her up in a leather harness with a ball gag, while I fucked her from a suspended swing was one. She had found the leather harness under my bed.
Other nights weren’t quite as intense. These were more romantic nights, in the bedroom relaxing and making love. We’d whisper sweet nothings to each pther in the dark, and it felt real and safe.
But I couldn’t help but sense we were both holding something back. Maybe it was just because we were both so new to this relationship… this love. Had I ever experienced it before? I didn’t think so.
It was Saturday, so there was no work. I took Dixie down into the dungeon and let her experience nipple clamps for the first time while I ravaged her from behind.
“Oh, God, sir!” she said. “It hurts so good! Don’t ever stop fucking me!”
It was intense and raw, but the sex was also loving and full of vulnerability. That day, I introduced her to butt plugs and told her to walk around with one. This would better prepare her for when I took her anal virginity.
“Yes, sir!” she said eagerly. “Would you do the honor of sliding it up my ass, please?”
“Of course, pet,” I said.
I got out the lube, and she moaned as I pushed the well-lubed butt plug into her tiny hole.
“Oh,” she said. “It feels so big in my ass. And I can keep this in all day?”
“Yes,” I said. “You have to get your ass ready for my cock.”
“Mm, I can’t wait to have your cock in there.” She smiled. “Just thinking about it makes me wet. Thank you so much, sir, for giving me such pleasure.”
Dixie was a wonder. She tried everything I asked of her, without question. She followed instructions and enjoyed my stern hand. Could I ask for anything more?
I told her to have a good walk as I went back to my computer to look over more financial charts. We wouldn’t be breaking any sales records this quarter, but if things held on for another month… Hopefully, we’d come out of the lockdown more or less intact. We had, at least, saved a bit of money by closing the building and working from home.
Just as I was about to check on Dixie, Sam called. The government’s loan program was progressing for us. If we got the loan, not only would it be low interest, we wouldn’t have to pay it back, as long as we spent it according to the government’s wishes.
Since this would cover our payroll for a few months, I dropped wh
at I was doing to help Sam fill in the rest of information for the loan. After an hour or so, he was ready to file online at midnight on Sunday, the moment the banks opened.
At that point, the call ended, and I realized the time. Dixie had been gone for a few hours, which wasn’t like her. Something was amiss. I picked up the phone, but hesitated. Didn’t I have to trust her? She probably had a perfectly good reason for being late. Maybe she ran into some old friends, or just lost track of the time. Maybe someone had asked for her help and she got caught up, just like I did.
Then, I got some dark, negative thoughts. What if Dixie wasn’t the person I thought she was? Foolish old man taken in by a younger woman… It wouldn’t be the first or the last time. I didn’t want to believe that anyone, much less Dixie, would play with my heart so callously.
I stared at the phone, trying to decide whether or not to call her. I had been in relationships as a young man and been intensely jealous and possessive sometimes. That’s what love does to young people; it pushes their natural instincts into overdrive.
Back in high school, I was so paranoid that a girlfriend had been cheating on me, I followed her around, checked on her whereabouts, and demanded mutual friends give me pertinent information. All it had done in the end was drive away the very people I was interested in. So, instead of getting information and becoming more secure in the relationship, I could never get enough information to satisfy me, and I’d end up distancing from the girl.
I told myself that Dixie wasn’t like that, but I had no third party, empirical evidence to confirm that. That was the problem with love: It’s all emotion-based. When you’re feeling good, everything is right, even when it’s wrong. And when you feel bad, everything is wrong, even when it’s right.
If I called and she answered, would she feel that I was suffocating her? That I didn’t trust her to be a little late on a walk? Was this a test? I had girlfriends in the past that would develop little “tests” for me, to see how I’d react in certain scenarios that they would concoct.
I hoped Dixie wasn’t like that. If she was, then I had totally misjudged her. To manipulate someone just to test their own insecurities seemed wrong. No, I didn’t think so. Dixie was not so Machiavellian that she would do this.
Still, if she were in trouble… What if she had twisted an ankle in the woods, and I didn’t come looking for her? And she arrived home four hours later, wondering where the hell I’ve been? She could be out there now, dragging herself across the forest floor, trying to make her way back to the house.
Wait! Perhaps my phone was off and she’s trying to call! No, it was on. It would’ve buzzed, or I would’ve gotten a notice under “recent calls.” I mean, if she did call and I didn’t get that notice, I would definitely have an excuse as for why I didn’t answer, but not for why I didn’t go looking for her.
I got up and walked into the living room. Opening the curtain to the front, I looked out the window. As I did so, I convinced myself I’d see her coming down the street, that this was all for nothing and I was simply worried to be worried. I had allowed my brain to over think the situation. Surely now, she’d be walking through the door.
But when I opened the curtain and looked outside, I could see nothing. The streets were empty with everyone home in the lockdown. People didn’t even want to go jogging or walk their dog on the street.
I went back to the kitchen table and looked at the phone again. Perhaps I could call and make up another excuse. I could ask her for a particular client file, or just ask her a question about one of her clients. It could be something I should know, but maybe I forgot and needed to confirm the details.
Yes, that would be easy. Then again, it would also be dishonest. And, perhaps this was corny, but I thought true love has to be purely honest. If I did this to her once, the next time I was feeling insecure about where she was going, I’d do it again. The next thing you’d know, I’d be that paranoid kid back in high school again, checking on my girlfriend until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
I looked at the time. It had been at least ninety minutes, maybe close to two hours. It was getting close to dinner. I could just casually ask if she was almost home or was heading back.
Yes, that would be the best course of action. Pick up the phone and be casual about dinner plans. Then, I could say that I was genuinely worried without sounding genuinely worried.
And then, I’d have to vow not to do this every time. Besides, would she really disappear with the butt plug and go back to her ex? No way! She’d never be able to explain it.
Looking at the clock, it was 4:49. I decided that if I gave her until exactly 5 o’clock, that it would be enough time for me not to look clingy and to look casual about my inquiry at the same time.
Whoever said “love is easy” didn’t have a brain working in overdrive like mine!
Chapter Fifteen - Dixie
I was walking through the woods near the boss’s estate. The butt plug was firmly in there, and, quite frankly, I was little worried about getting it out! Still, I liked the feeling of the stretching. I found myself gripping it as I walked.
My phone buzzed again. Surprise, surprise. Shawn was texting. I was afraid to tell Julius, but not only had Shawn not let up, he’d gotten worse. He was texting and calling several times an hour now. I had to constantly turn off the phone and check it in the bathroom.
In some ways, I felt good about it. By shutting off the phone, I felt less distracted and more in tune with myself. But Shawn’s drama was getting annoying, and I refused to let Julius have to suffer because of it. Shawn was my mess, and I was determined to clean it up.
Part of me worried that my parents would somehow find out about what I was doing. My God, if they knew about what we had done! Or the butt plug! My mother’s head would just explode. They’d never understand, and I wouldn’t expect them to. The lifestyle was only for a certain select group of people drawn to it.
I wanted to trust Julius, but part of me was still guarded because of Shawn. Part of it was because of my parents, too. It’s probably why I stayed with Shawn for so long, even though I knew it was a bad relationship. Somehow, I had to put my ex in the past where he belonged.
Unfortunately, as I was walking down the path, lost in my thoughts, I was roughly tackled. I looked up and there was Shawn.
“Shawn?!” I said. “What are you---“
“I’ve got you now!” He laughed. “I knew you were up to no good. All this time, sleeping with your boss. I thought you were good at your job.”
“I am good at my job!” I said. “Now, get off of me.”
“You gotta promise to talk to me.”
“Fine. Get off!”
He got off.
“Get lost Shawn. There. I talked to you.”
“Wait a minute,” he said, grabbing my arm. “You lied to me!”
“You got drunk and threatened me!”
“I was drunk! That’s not my fault!”
“Oh, did the beers jump down your throat.”
“Now you’re not being fair.”
“What do you want from me, Shawn?”
“I just want you to hear me out, okay? Obviously, you went through some stuff. You’re shacked up with your boss. He’s probably only doing it to get in your pants. Have you even thought about that?”
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I said, dodging the question. “How did you even find me?”
“I drove past the office and it was closed. I called your parents and they said you were still working,” he said. “I found your boss’ address online. Pretty clever, right?”
“No,” I said. “Any idiot could’ve figured that out.”
“Well, at least I’m not a whore! Humping my old, perverted boss!”
“Fuck you, Shawn.”
“Fuck me? No, how about fuck you! You screw up my whole life and just walk away from me?! Huh?!” he shouted. “You don’t say ‘fuck you’ to me! How about I tell your parents what a whore you are?”
“How about I tell them what an abusive drunk you are?!” I said.
“Oh, I’m abusive, huh? You wanna see abusive?!”
He charged forward threateningly. I was sure he was going to hit me. I had pushed him over the edge, but I didn’t care. This was the true Shawn: a hurt, nasty little boy that couldn’t take responsibility for himself. I was prepared to take the hit when suddenly, out of nowhere, Mr. Lamb charged in.
He stomped up and just as Shawn saw him and turned, Julius punched him in the face. Shawn reeled, cursed, and said something threatening, but Mr. Lamb just punched him again and again until he went down.
“You lay a hand on her? Huh?! Why don’t you try and lay a hand on me, you piece of shit?!” he shouted. “You touch her again and I swear, I will break every bone in your body!”
“Fine,” Shawn said from the ground. “But, soon, everyone will know what a whore she is! I’m telling everyone!”
“She’s not a whore, she’s the love of my life,” Julius said.
I couldn’t believe my ears! While I had felt it in my heart, to actually hear him say the words and confirm it was amazing. Was Julius just playing the part to drive away Shawn, or did he really mean it. He got down on one knee.
“Dixie, my pet, marry me,” he said. “I promise, we’ll spend a lifetime making each other happy. I want the whole world to know about our love, even this pipsqueak. I’d do anything to be with you.”
“Oh, Julius! Yes! Yes, sir!” I said, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him. “Nothing could ever make me happier than this!”
Shawn got to his feet by leaning against a tree. Julius and I were very wary of him. He had come a long way to get rejected, and I was worried that he’d do something even more crazy.
“You two are pathetic!” he said.
“Get out of here, Shawn!” I said.
“Yeah, get out. If you come back here again, I’ll call the cops,” said Julius. “Or worse, I might just finish what I started.”
“You got lucky when you sucker punched me, old man!” said Shawn. “I guess I’ll just be on my way, then. I’ve got to call Dixie’s parents to tell them what I’ve seen.”