Shelter in Place: Quarantine Romance Collection Includes New Novella

by Jamie Knight

  I held her and kissed her as she recovered, my cock still deep in her ass. I moved to pull it out, but she grabbed it by the base, keeping it right where it was.

  “Are you sure, Pet?”

  “Yes, please, Master.”

  “As you wish.”

  Leaving my huge cock deep inside her sweet ass, we spooned in the soft blue light until sleep overtook us.

  Chapter Fifteen - Morgan

  I was alone in the bed. The automatic blinds had done their work and filtered white sunlight streaming in through the massive windows, allowing a generous view of the forest and the coast.

  Adam had pulled out of me at some point and my ass had recovered quite admirably after the session the night before. I really hadn't known if he was done with me. He said to rest, but that could have meant one of two pretty different things. Rest for health and sharpness, or rest up for more later.

  To be honest, I wasn't convinced that Adam knew exactly which one he had meant either. Either way, it had been lovely. A lot gentler than he usually was. Except that time that I could tell that it wasn't because he was holding back. He had gone hard on me and could again. At that moment, he was feeling tender, which came as no real surprise. I had figured out a while ago that the body of Adam Leary contained multitudes.

  I was glad I had gotten to see my girl. She and Astrid were having fun, and they both loved the pony. They showed me some paintings they had made together, and we played with Freya’s dollhouse for a while before I had headed back, uncertain of when Adam would return and wanting to make sure I would be there. But I was so exhausted I fell asleep before he arrived.

  Now, there was an outfit hanging on the door handle. It was similar to what he'd had me wear to take me into the cave. An odd choice after such intimacy, but I wasn't about to judge. Putting the clothes on, I went to look for Adam. I wagered I would most likely find him in the kitchen. My powers of deduction were never something to sneeze at.

  I could smell it before I arrived. Blueberry crepes. My favorite when I was a kid. How Adam knew this neither surprised nor frightened me. There was no telling what my master was going to do. Humming, for example.

  To look at him, most would not think that he was the type to move about the kitchen, with the combined grace of a figure skater and a ballerina, humming “On My Own.” Yet the evidence was before me.

  Not having orders from my master, I stood in the doorway with my chest out, back straight, hands behind my back, and waited for him to acknowledge me.

  “Oh, hello, Pet. Take a seat.”

  At his word I sat at the table. My chair was already pulled out for me and my place was set aside from the plate.

  “Good of you to wear clothes.”

  I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. I didn't think so, but it was best to just stay quiet and let the comment go. Adam knew what he meant and that was good enough for me. I was trying not to get too attached emotionally. The sex was amazing, and I really felt a connection to him, but what kind of future did we really have?

  We met, after all, when I applied for a reality show. I was chosen, yes, and things had been great, but the clock was literally ticking. The contract I signed and the oath I swore while being collared had no time stipulation.

  It could all be over when the show ended. I wasn't sure I could take it if I got too close and it was over. I was going to just enjoy it while I could and keep my focus on what was more permanent.

  On that note, now that I had visited Freya, I felt I needed to see her again. She had smiled a lot but had hung back a bit when it was time to hug me goodbye. I wanted to reassure her that I was still close by and hadn’t forgotten about her.

  “Master?” I asked, staring deeply into my crepe.

  “Yes, my pet?”

  “Can I have the day off? Not the whole day really, just part of it. I promise I'll be back before dark. There's something I have to do.”

  “I know.”

  “You do, Master?”

  “That's why I gave you those clothes, so you two could play in the woods or at the stables if you’d like. I'll keep the show producers occupied.”

  “Thank you. How did you know?”

  “I was raised by a single mom too.”

  I tried to keep the tears at bay. The long halls of the mansion were hard enough to get through without the complication of blurred vision. I just couldn't help it. I was so happy. I was also touched that Adam had been so understanding. He clearly saw me as much more than just a fuck toy.

  I knew they’d be at the horse pasture. The fence was low and easily jumped. It was probably there for show as much as anything else. Standing on the stoop at the back door of the ranch that housed the stall, I tried to keep myself together.

  With a deep, calming breath, I raised my fist and knocked on the door. It took a while for there to be a response, but when there was, the door creaked open like a haunted house. It was my turn to treat Astrid to an attack hug. If she was surprised to see me so soon after she just had, she did a very good job of hiding it.

  “What's up, sugar plum?” she asked.

  “I got the afternoon off.”

  “How'd you swing that?”

  “There was no swinging. Well, other than what Adam and I were engaged in last night, ha. But, really, I just asked. He actually seemed to already know that I would want to see you guys again already. He gave me these clothes to wear so we could play.”

  “How did he know?”

  “Didn't say, really. Just said he was raised by a single mom too. Speaking of which, where is my little peanut?”

  “Riding the pony. You should see how good she is. These pastures are beautiful.”

  “Amazing, right? I'm not surprised. It's beautiful over where we are, too. I'm actually almost afraid to explore too much. I might get lost."

  “Not much different over here, sugar plum. We mostly stick to the first two floors. It's like an Escher painting if you get too deep.”

  We walked back out to where Freya was riding the pony, with the help of a stable hand. She excited waved at me and I was afraid she would fall off but she kept her balance perfectly.

  “Good job, Freya!” I yelled out at her.

  After a few more rounds, she dismounted and came running over to me, practically squealing. I was so glad I could see her again as she wrapped her arms around my legs.

  “Mommy, you saw me riding!” she exclaimed.

  “I sure did! Should we go inside now?” I asked, because the sun was hot as it shone down on us.

  “Sure, why not?” Astrid said.

  I could smell the cookies as soon as I crossed the threshold. White chocolate macadamia nut.

  “Coooo-kies!” I said, and Freya squealed.

  “Yes, we even have our own personal chef.”

  “May I join you?” I requested.

  “My goodness, he has certainly improved your manners,” Astrid said, retreating to the kitchen to get the cookies.

  Astrid came back moments later conveying a tray similar to that on which Adam had first brought me breakfast, loaded with a mega-sized plate of cookies and three glasses of lovely milk.

  “Yum!” Freya shouted with pure, unbridled joy, as we dug in.

  “You really are the best,” I told her, unable to hold back my emotions.

  I scooped her into my arms and held her close. The tears were already starting to roll down my cheeks.

  “Mama sad?”

  “No, baby, Mama's happy. Very, very, happy.”

  It felt like old times. I hadn’t even realized how much I had missed it, since I had been so distracted by Adam. The three of us sat on the floor around milk and cookies. There were even baby sized versions of both the cookies and milk glass for Freya.

  Astrid and I both agreed it was important to instill independence in her. Astrid had been there when Freya was born and supported me as much as she could when no one else would, so I figured she had a say in the matter.

  “So, how
's life in the Master Wing of the Mansion?” Astrid asked between dunks.

  “Incredible. I'm trying not to get too attached, though. Emotionally, I mean.”

  “He's nice?”

  “He's wonderful,” I said, getting dreamy at the very thought of my sweet master.

  “What about the–”

  Astrid gave herself a couple of quick, gentle spanks on her perfect ass that I used to envy.

  “Really good, actually. I wasn't white sure what to expect, but it feels amazing.”

  “Doesn't it hurt?”

  “Not really, no. There's a weird sort of blending or balance," I said, trying not to use any words I didn't want Freya to understand or repeat.

  “Did he give you that, too?” Astrid asked, referring to my collar.

  “Yeah, there was a whole ceremony thing. Very solemn and serious. At least it seemed so at the time. He said the stone was a black onyx.”

  “Good for balance,” Astrid said.

  “Yeah, how did you know that?”

  “Did a lot of reading when I broke away. I mean, you know I still go visit them on occasion, but once I got out from under my parents’ thrall, I had a driving need to find out about all I had been missing because they thought it was 'evil.' Funny how that word can be applied to anything you don't like.”

  “Particularly if you are in a position of social authority. According to my dad, that's why most people in government wanted to be there. Because if the government did something they didn’t like, they could just make up a law against it. The Brits even managed to ban rock music from the radio for a spell. Then everyone realized how insanely draconian that was and the law went away."

  “Guess it goes both ways,” Astrid said.

  I couldn't argue with her. My mind wandered back to my sticky situation with Adam and our arrangement. I wanted so much for it to last forever, but knew it couldn't. Not in the world we lived in.

  “Dragon-on-ian,” Fryea said, picking up on a new theme.

  It really was random, the words she would catch onto.

  “Don’t talk with your mouth full, baby,” I said.

  “Thowy, Mama,” Freya said.

  “It’s okay, baby,” I said.

  I kissed her on the forehead and gave her a hug, making her giggle. It seemed like the happiest sound I had ever heard. I wondered if I had made a mistake going there. I would just have to leave again and Freya would have to get used to me being gone all over again. It wasn’t like I could continue coming back every day.

  I just needed to see her so badly again because I didn’t feel I had spent enough time with her yesterday. If there was a way for me to be with Adam and have Freya with me, it would be perfect, but I doubted even he could come up with a plan to make that happen. Brilliant as he might be.

  Astrid came to the rescue, saving the need for any tearful goodbyes by making sure to run Freya ragged while I was there. We went outside and climbed trees and played chase. Then Astrid made it a relatively simple thing to take Freya up for a nap, when she was already half asleep in her arms.

  I kissed her on her soft head, and she said, “Bye, bye, Mommy,” drowsily, clearly less upset than I was at the fact that we had to part again.

  When the tot was off to dreamland, Astrid crept back down to the living room.

  “Are you okay?” I asked as we sat on the diabolically comfortable couch.

  “Are you kidding? I'm living rent-free in a dream house with one of my two favorite people in the world, surrounded by an endless wood. This is the best ever! Did you know there's a cave here?”

  “Yeah, Adam showed me. How did you find it?” I asked.

  “By accident, really. Freya was getting restless, so I decided to go exploring. These woods are really thick!” Astrid exclaimed.

  “Did you take her in it?” I asked.

  “Only a little way. It was almost dark, and I was afraid of bats. Still, we had fun. Freya kept making sounds and giggling when they echoed back at her. It was really very cute. The kid is a genius, in my humble opinion.”

  “Sounds like a great time,” I said, wishing I could have been there.

  “Oh, it was! I was planning to take her back on the weekend. The money isn't bad either.”

  “Money?” I asked.

  “Yeah, apparently your Prince Charming is paying me to watch your little one. They made me fill out some paperwork when I first arrived. So then I was checking my bank to see how hard I would have to work when we got back. Turns out I won't have to work again for a while because there was fifty grand in there. I don't know if that was a weekly thing or a flat payment but whatever it is, it means I can go on vacation for about a year.”

  “You won't, of course,” I said, knowing her better than that.

  “Oh, no,” she agreed. “My good old Protestant work ethic won't let me. Still, it is nice to have options.”

  I left with a paper plate of cookies covered with a shower cap. I tried to decline, but Astrid wouldn't hear of it.

  I set off to my own wing of the mansion. It would be dark in about an hour. I remembered my promise to Adam, but there was something I had to do first. I was in no fit state to properly engage with my master in this way. He hadn’t had me since the night before, so he would probably be pretty pent up by the time I got back. He could possibly fuck me right there in the doorway. I had heard of such things happening.

  Even if not, I still wanted to be ready and give him my all. Despite the conflict in me about our prospects, I really did love him and wanted everything he saw fit to give me, and I wanted to be able enjoy it to the fullest.

  I went back outside, hopping over the white fence that led to the pastures. Finding a comfortable place on a moss-covered log, I set the cookies down beside me and did my best to relax. Closing my eyes, I focused on my breathing, slowing my pulse rate. Before too long, I was in my inner realm away from the cameras and the pressures and the conflicts. Away from everything that was keeping me from being myself.

  I closed down everything, breaking myself down to the component parts so I could build myself up from the inside out. When I returned, slowly opening my eyes to the waning light, I was ready. I hadn't forgotten my issues. The skeletons were still rattling their bones, but the sound was distant enough for me to ignore.

  I stepped up to the back door of the house, ready for whatever might be on the other side. Anything except for what was actually there, which was nothing at all. I heard faint typing and followed it to Adam's study. There he was at his computer set up on his antique desk, bathed in its flickering light.

  “You're late.”

  “Yes, Master I-”

  “Silence.”

  I stopped immediately, hanging my head. He turned in his chair like a Bond villain, fingers together in front of his mouth.

  “You know I am going to have to punish you, right? It will give me no pleasure, but the balance must be maintained.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Come here.”

  Silently, my head still hung, I went to him and stopped in front of his chair. He didn't move. His expression had gone blank.

  I knew it was going to hurt. I also knew he was serious about not wanting to, but it was one of the rules laid out in the contract. My body was forfeited, and I accepted that. I would have preferred it if he was angry or even yelled. The cold, eerie silence was somehow worse.

  It was my belt first, carefully undone and pulled from the loops. Then the button of my jeans opened in one easy motion with Adam's long, skilled fingers. The material came away from my pelvis and I could actually feel my pussy twitch. It was clear that he was headed down there. The only question was what he would do when he got there.

  My head swam with possibilities as he eased down the fly on my pants. His skin never once touched mine. With a few firm yanks, the jeans were down around my knees. The air of the office was cool on my bare thighs. Hooking his fingers though the sides, he pulled my panties down to join my pants, leaving my pussy
bare and wet with anticipation.

  He lay a hand on my hip. Instinctively, I put my hand on the edge of the desk, just in case.

  Forming his hand into what looked like a duck bill, he touched his fingertips to the opening of my pussy. I flinched unconsciously at the sudden contact. My master held fast, keeping me in position as he continued.

  I had never had more than two fingers in my pussy at once before and really didn't see how four would even fit. Yet they did. All four of them, right up to the third knuckle. I thought it was over. I couldn't be more wrong.

  Pushing on, my master got it so that the palm of his hand was also submerged in my wet, pink pussy. The knuckle of his bent thumb was brushing up against my clit. He still wasn't done. I held my breath and watched in amazement as he slipped his hand into me up to the wrist. Finally, he stopped.

  I couldn't believe the feeling. I had never been so full. It didn't really hurt, but it didn't feel good, either. There was way too much pressure for that and not the kind I got from anal. This was something else. Something next level. Even more than spanking.

  Leaving his hand all the way in my pussy for what felt like hours, he did something that pushed me even farther into the unfathomable. He moved. Slowly at first and then more earnestly, he moved his whole hand deep inside my pussy, almost like he was punching me inside.

  I bit my lip to keep from sobbing, the tears already making their way down my cheeks. I didn't know how to handle what was happening to me. Fortunately, after a while, when my pussy had more time to stretch, it actually started to feel really good. The tears of pain turned to ones of joy. A long, thick moan escaped my chest despite myself.

  “It's always tough, the first time,” Adam said casually, continuing to fill me with indescribable pleasures.

  I came in a fucking flood. Adam kept a towel nearby to handle the aftermath. Still holding onto me, he unlaced my boots and took my pants the rest of the way off. Then, he bent me over the desk.

  I expected a spanking and was more than a little surprised when he started eating me out from behind. It felt even better than it usually did. The fisting had done something to make me even more sensitive.