Shelter in Place: Quarantine Romance Collection Includes New Novella

by Jamie Knight

  “Yes, sir,” I said.

  “What would you like now?”

  “Please fuck my ass, sir.”

  “You sure you want my cock up there?”

  “Yes, sir, please!” I begged. “Stick your cock inside me. I want it. I want it.”

  He placed his glans against my anus. The heat surprised me and made me tingle. I was shaking in anticipation. He was just standing there.

  “Oh, please, sir,” I said, whining. “I want it so bad. Please, give me your cock.”

  “You were a good girl today,” he said. “You deserve a big cock.”

  He pushed in, and I saw stars. The heat, combined with the stretching, made the sensation amazing. Julius’s dick penetrated deeper than the butt plug, and I think I would’ve fell forward on my face if he hadn’t been holding onto my hips. I howled in pure joy.

  “Yeah, that’s good. So tight!” he said, grunting.

  He started to pull back, and I was panting. My whole body had broken out in a sweat. The tightness of my tiny asshole wrapped around his throbbing cock… We were locked together, despite the lube. I just started cumming, running down both my thighs.

  Pulling out completely, I was left there, wanting and waiting. It took me several moments to process all the sensations, but I knew I wanted more. I wanted him to furiously ravage my asshole, but he’d make me wait.

  Obediently, I stood there, holding my ankles, blood rushing to my head a bit. I could not risk being disobedient again. If I was good, Julius would reward me again. I had complete trust in him.

  My husband.

  My master.

  Julius

  I had to pull out of her incredible ass, or risk cumming right there on the spot. The heat that came off Dixie’s cunt was intense, and the grip of her young muscles on my engorged cock was mind-blowing. This wouldn’t be the last time I took her this way.

  Watching her bent over, she shook from the experience. Cum dripped out of her wet cunt, and I felt obligated not to let it go to waste. After letting her stand there a few minutes, I decided to let her rest on the bed.

  “You can stand up now. Please, lay on your back on the bed,” I said.

  “Yes, sir,” she said, obediently. “Shall I open my legs for you, sir?”

  “That would be fine, yes,” I said.

  Laying at the edge of the bed, she extended both her legs. She exposed her gorgeous pussy and ass. I knelt down at the edge of the bed. Cupping her buttocks in my hands, I began eating her out.

  “Oh, God! Oh, God, yes!” she cried. “Just like that! Please, don’t ever stop!”

  The taste of her warm juices filled me with desire. I stuck my tongue deep in her asshole, further lubricating it for later use. She squealed in delight. Nothing was too good for my wife, my pet. She had to know all the best things, including the best sex. With her, I would explore the bounds of each of our sexual desires.

  Standing up, I loomed over her, catching my breath for the moment. She looked up at me, vulnerable, but not scared. Holding her legs in position, we both knew the unwritten bond between us was now one of absolute trust.

  Once again, I pressed into her, and she shuddered. The intensity of our coupling was overwhelming. She gasped, and I gritted my teeth, arching my head back and closing my eyes to better feel her.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried softly. “It’s so good.”

  Slowly, I began to pull back, then push in. Out and in. The walls of her asshole gripped and massaged my throbbing cock. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to immediately burst inside her.

  “Go deep inside me,” she said. “As deep as you can.”

  I did as she requested, and she made sounds of pleasure. It was as if parts of her brain were being overwhelmed. I was now balls-deep inside her tight anus, my entire shaft being gripped and coaxed. Shaking, I could hold back no longer.

  My ejaculation was deep, long, and utterly complete. My cum exploded deep down her asshole, and she cried out in joy. Her pussy erupted in a waterfall, raining down on my cock and balls, further enhancing the experience. My knees almost buckled

  Soaked in sweat, and still shivering from the full-body experience of the orgasm, we both fell into bed. Together, we had crossed some kind of barrier into a new realm of sexual bonding. I had never felt so close, so satisfied, and so utterly complete in that moment. Without words, I could tell that she felt the same way.

  We laid there in our own bodily fluids for what seemed an eternity. There was nothing to say, only physical offers of touching and kissing. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep. It was a glorious ending to the greatest of days.

  “Good morning, love,” she greeted me the next day. “I was just watching over you as you slept.”

  “Can’t blame you,” I said. “I do the same thing with you, sometimes. How do you feel, Mrs. Lamb?”

  “I feel amazing. A bit ravenous,” she said. “How about you?”

  “The same,” I said. “I have a surprise for you.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Our honeymoon,” I said, getting out my phone to show her. “This is a villa off the coast of Italy.”

  “Italy?” she asked, a little worried. “Are they even accepting tourists there?”

  “Things are settling down there,” I said. “But this place is on an island off the coast. Once we get there, we’ll have the beach and the entire villa to ourselves.”

  “Wow. Are there palm trees?”

  “Not quite tropic enough there,” I said. “But I think we’ll probably be able to get there in late summer. Shooting for August. Seems like it would be the right time. The place has an amazing history.”

  “How so?”

  “It’s actually part of an ancient Roman villa that was there. It’s basically been in continuous use for almost 1000 years,” I said. “Lots of history there.”

  “Is there a resort?”

  “Not on the island, but on the coast,” I said. “We get a boat with a small crew, and they can take us to and from land. We can go fishing and diving.”

  “Sounds incredible.” She smiled. “I’ve never been out of the country before. I’m a little afraid.”

  “Oh, you’ll love it,” I said. “People are the same everywhere. We’ll have to get working on your passport, ASAP.”

  “What about Lamb Associates?”

  “Sam can handle things for a while,” I said. “Besides, they have Wi-Fi. I’ll be able to check in once in a while. I’m thinking two weeks.”

  “It all sounds amazing, assuming the locals are fine with it.”

  “Oh, I’m sure they can’t wait for the tourists to come back,” I said. “So much of Europe and Italy depends on tourism. The nice thing about it is that it probably won’t be too crowded. People will probably still be social distancing.”

  “Wait, what kind of plane will we be going on?” she said, wrinkling her brow.

  “Don’t worry. I’m gonna charter a private plane for the trip,” I said. “It’ll be more expensive, but a heck of a lot safer. It’ll just be me, you, and the crew.”

  “Oh, my God, Jules!” she said, excited. “That sounds so expensive!”

  “Nothing’s too good for you, my pet,” I said. “Besides, what good is all that money if you don’t spend it once in a while, huh?”

  “This is all like a dream.” She smiled in satisfaction. “If I had mapped out my dream life, I don’t think I would’ve thought of something half this good.”

  “Honestly, I agree,” I said. “Before you, I felt like I was just going through the motions with other people. I never really connected with anyone on a spiritual level, like I did with you. Sure, there was close physical intimacy, but even that can be faked.”

  “Yeah,” she said. “And I think, people tend to do that because they desperately want things to work out. And, even when they don’t, they just keep trying and ignoring the red flags. I know that I did that.”

  “From the outside looking in on you and Shawn, that se
ems obvious to me.”

  “It really wasn’t for me,” she said. “It’s like, once you go down that road, it’s so hard to get off. It’s so hard to gain any perspective. If Shawn had just stopped drinking, I would’ve stayed with him. Probably would’ve married him, and had his kids.”

  “Well, I’m glad I could throw some cold water on that parade!”

  “Thank you, yes! You protecting me and chasing him away really helped clear my mind. I feel like I’m finally becoming the person I always wanted to be. Not just this unrealized nobody that wished things. You and I… We do things.”

  “Great things,” I said.

  “Other couples, I look at them now and wonder… Are they just together out of convenience? Is that what relationships are really about?”

  “Not you and I, though. We have something more.”

  “Way more.”

  I could feel her hand begin to tug away at my cock.

  “And what are you doing?” I asked.

  “I figure you have my virginity, my anal virginity… Now you can have my hand virginity.” She giggled.

  Her soft hand continued to stimulate me. At first, I was unsure if I wanted it, but now, fully erect, I was ready to start the morning right.

  “Well, I didn’t order you to do that.”

  She began to slow down.

  “But don’t stop.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Her hand ran up and down my shaft, gripping my cock and stimulating the head. Finally, as I reached climax, she brought her face to the head of my penis, and my cum shot across her tongue and into her mouth. She circled the tip of my cock with her tongue and I came again, hard. I didn’t think I had much in me, but I just kept cumming.

  “Did you enjoy that surprise handjob, sir?” she asked, licking my cock clean.

  “Yes, very much so. Good girl.”

  “Am I a good girl?”

  “You’re the best girl. You’re my girl.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Thank you, my pet.”

  THE END

  Under His Watchful Eye

  Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.

  All rights reserved.

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  Chapter One – Liam

  I must have spent three years trying to get her attention- Three and a quarter if I am being exact.

  I have tried calling her to my office for the pettiest of things, finding small mistakes that would force us to spend more time together, trying to make her heckles rise, even finding small faults in her work. What have I gotten throughout the years? Pure indifference.

  She always does whatever I tell her to without a single complaint and then goes back to bury herself in her computers, or papers, or presentations again. It is like nothing can ever get to her in her little world.

  What she doesn’t know is that her indifference has made me both hate and love her all the more. She has always managed to make me hate her a little for her inability to feel emotions, and love her more thanks to fantasizing what it would be like to entice her out of the little world in her head.

  Yet now Anna Mallon is doing what feels a lot like flirting with me.

  Her eyes are looking straight at the camera fixed on her home desk, looking so cheeky that I want to kiss the little smirk off her lips. She looks so innocent yet so naughty that I want to do all sorts of wicked pleasurable things to her.

  Right as I look, she reaches with her index finger to swipe the beaded red dot on top of her chest and brings it up to show me. She must know I am watching because she is holding her index finger to the camera.

  Fuck.

  When I told her that she had something on her chest some minutes ago, I was expecting the usual indifference. This was nothing like I expected, but in this case, I am glad to be disappointed.

  I want to know what is going to happen next, but my eyes can’t stop looking at the very impressive cleavage she has put on full display. Very unlike the usual grey or brown high cut official blouses, but again, I am not exactly complaining. I am holding my breath waiting to see what she will do next, when she does something most uncharacteristic of her.

  The little minx smears the jam on her lips, staining them red before licking it off slowly. She has me on the edge of my seat and I just about cum my pants off when she lets off a little moan the minute she tastes the jam.

  My hands come up to cover my eyes as I groan into the back of my hand.

  She knows what she’s doing.

  She has to know what she is doing to me.

  I’m about to call her and order her to be at my house in the next ten minutes when the phone rings. I rub my face again before shutting off Anna’s camera screen and picking up the phone.

  “Liam Thorne. Speak!” I bark into the phone.

  There is a pause before the other side responds, “This is Michael from IT, Sir.”

  I feel a little bad for the guy. He has nothing to do with my impatient mood, yet I am taking it out on him. Letting out a deep breath, I soften my tone.

  “Talk to me, Mikey.”

  I hear him clear his throat before he continues, “My team and I have been poking around, and we have confirmed that there must be a mole inside our company.”

  Thorne Tech has been experiencing a number of hits in the form of leaked out information in the past three months. While the breach is not that extensive yet, it has been costing us money and our stock has gone down.

  That is why, as a precaution, we started monitoring all employees who have might have access to important information under the guise of making sure all our employees are working the hours they are supposed to be working during the pandemic period, in which they are all quarantined and working from home.

  It is also the reason I have access to Anna’s desk camera.

  “How can you be so sure?” I ask.

  Is that my voice? Because it sounds a little distracted, even to me.

  “Because nobody could have known about our buying Brown Tech except for those inside our company.”

  Makes sense. But then again, we have been thinking the same thing all along. It doesn’t seem to be a new development. I hate for my time to be wasted but I try not to sound too curt to Mikey, who is a good guy just trying to do his job.

  “Okay, then, let me know if there is more. In the meanwhile, go over everyone’s records and activities for the past twenty days. Anything that is useful, let me know.”

  There is another pause, before he says, “That could take a while.”

  “Do it.”

  I hang up the phone and my fingers go straight to my hair.

  It is not the first time our company has had a saboteur, nor will it be the last. We deal in new tech and of course there are people who want to get their hands on it before it is even out there. But this is the first time we haven’t caught it early and that is worrying me.

  I need a distraction so badly before I go into overthinking mode and this entire pandemic is making things even harder. I am about to go raiding the liquor for a shot of whiskey or two when my brain shuts down completely.

  Right there on my screen is a message.

  A simple ‘Hey there.’

  The first message I have ever received from Anna.

  She has worked in my company for three years and I have done everything I could to get her attention during each and every one of those years. All she has done during that time is ignore my very existence.

  For three years I wanted her to look at me like I looked at her, to notice me. But she never did.

  I always thought she didn’t like me. I mean, apart from “yes, sir,” “no, sir,” and “right away, sir,” there are not many other words I have ever heard from her until today. Her message sounds so casual and so unlike her.

  Despite my good sense, I find myself typing back to her.

  “Hey yourself.”

  Seconds tick by and I still sit there glued t
o my screen. An email or two come in about work and I answer them quickly and absentmindedly before returning to our Skype screen. She is online, but she is saying nothing.

  After an entire minute has passed, there are three dots on the screen to show that she is typing something. So, I wait.

  And I wait.

  And I wait some more.

  Nothing comes through.

  I find myself typing something I might regret.

  “You look different today.”

  After I send it, I read it and wonder how she might interpret my message. Will she view me like a stalker of some sort? Will she…

  “Did you like what I was wearing?”

  I find myself nodding and smiling like an idiot before I realize she cannot see me.

  “I really do,” I type to her, then decide to throw caution to the wind and add, “You look too sexy for words.”

  There is silence again from her end so I quickly add, “Can I call you?”

  I might have taken things too far on that one, because she quickly answers with, “Please don’t.”

  My face just about falls at how fast she says no before she adds again, “My boss is monitoring me to make sure I work all the hours I should be working.”

  I see what she’s doing there. Playing games with me. I love it. It makes me want to teach her a lesson so that I can win the game. My cock gets very hard at the thought.

  “Besides, I am blushing so badly right now that I might choke on my own words,” she adds.

  Before I think more about it, I find myself typing back, “Why is that?”

  “Because crushes have a way of rendering us useless, Sir.”

  It is stupid. Of course it is stupid that her simple sentence brings a smile back to my face.

  She likes me.

  Anna Mallon has a crush on me.

  “Then I won’t call you. YET.”

  She sends me a smiley face, then logs off right as I scramble for the camera screen to focus on her.

  I can’t help wondering to myself: Why now?

  I wish I was strong enough to spoil it by asking her this question. But even though I’m usually a strong, take charge guy, when it comes to Anna Mallon, I am weak and greedy.