Shelter in Place: Quarantine Romance Collection Includes New Novella

by Jamie Knight

  “Charli,” I said, with a nod.

  I could call her that now.

  We were on familiar terms.

  And I wanted them to become even more familiar.

  “Were you looking for me? Am I late?”

  “No, no, of course not.”

  It took a second for me to realize I’d reached out and placed a hand on her hip. Not that it mattered much. Other than Elsa, we were the only ones in the office.

  I could have put Charli over the desk and fucked her as long as we did it quietly. Still, discretion was the better part of valor and all.

  “I thought we could go out for breakfast today,” I said.

  Her doe eyes widened.

  “Don’t you have work to do? A deadline to meet?”

  “Yes, but I can do it at my own pace, and you as my assistant need to be with me. So that lets you off the hook.”

  Her lips lifted into a wide grin.

  “You’re the boss.”

  I fought the urge to take her hand. That gesture was much more vanilla than I was used to expressing. Charli affected me differently than most women had. Not that I didn’t like them. I never fucked anyone I didn’t at least like. It was one of the few moral standards I had. However, there was a big difference between like and love.

  I felt weird, even thinking about it. My mom and Elsa were the only women I had ever loved, and that was vastly different. What I felt for Charli was practically a pain deep in my stomach. The feelings I had for her both thrilled and terrified me.

  My brain barely noticed what my hand was doing as my fingers laced with Charli’s. She looked at me in surprise for a moment before smiling and squeezing my hand. I squeezed back, loving the warmth and the nearness of her.

  I had found Lucia’s café a few years before. It was one of the few establishments that kept hours similar to mine, so I became a regular. The owner liked to joke that I was the main person keeping her in business.

  “Max, how ya doin’ dis fine day?” Lucia asked from behind the counter, her Italian accent coming through.

  “Not so bad,” I said as I always did.

  “The usual?”

  “Yep, times two.”

  “Ah, gotcha,” Lucia said with a wink.

  It wasn’t the first occasion I’d brought a woman in, but it was the first time I’d done so at that hour and it was definitely the first time that I was holding hands with said woman.

  “I’ve been thinking it over,” I said, putting my briefcase on the table and taking out a manilla file, “and I think I have everything all laid out.”

  “You wrote up a contract?” Charli asked, taking the file from my hand.

  “Non-binding,” I explained. “It just lays everything out, so you know what you are getting into.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  Charli flipped through the printed pages, nodding occasionally. Everything seemed fine. Right until she gasped.

  “What?” I inquired.

  The look on her face was a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

  “Is this true?”

  “Is what true?”

  Too shy to say it out loud, she turned the paper in my direction and pointed at the paragraph in question.

  “This.”

  I skimmed my eyes over the words that had embarrassed her so much. I smiled to myself. She wasn’t the first woman shocked about the size of my dick.

  “That’s true.”

  “Wow. That’s big. And I’ve never even heard of half the stuff in here.”

  “I wanted to go through all the options, but I don’t want to push you too far. That’s why we’re doing this now.”

  “I want to! I mean—I just—wow. I didn’t even realize that some of the things were, you know, possible.”

  “Possible and very fun,” I said with a wink.

  Though she smiled, her eyes were wide and glassy, and her cheeks cherry red. She read on in silence, not objecting to anything.

  She firmed her lips and nodded.

  “I’m in.”

  I handed her a pen, and she signed next to where I had printed out her full name. Returning my pen and the contract, I signed too. We both signed a second copy, just so we each had one.

  Charli seemed even more relaxed, which was fair. The contracts were a form of protection.

  “So, when do we start?” she asked.

  “Right now,” I said, stowing my copy of the contract in my briefcase.

  “Yes, Master,” Charli whispered with conviction.

  I reached across the table for her hand, but just as I was about to touch her, a sound cut through the cafe like an air raid siren. Everyone’s cell phone went off at once. It was a city-wide message.

  We were going into lockdown, to quarantine due to the Coronavirus pandemic. Everyone had twenty-four hours to get home, and until further notice, no one would be permitted to leave except for emergencies.

  Chapter 7 - Charli

  He was amazing. I felt so safe and protected by my master. People all around us freaked out, but Max kept calm.

  He called the office and told Elsa to get home before sending out a company-wide email confirming that everyone could work remotely and that their jobs were safe. He then called for a car.

  The biggest, fanciest vehicle I’d ever seen pulled up to the curb by the door of the café. It wasn’t a limo, but it was very close to being one. There was even a driver in a uniform who opened the door for us.

  I thought we would go straight to his place in Montauk. Max had clarified that we would be doing the training there away from the city and the panic the lockdown had brought, but I was surprised when the car stopped in front of my building.

  “Get anything you need,” he said. “You have one hour.”

  That was way more time than I needed. I got a bag packed with essentials and was back in the car within twenty minutes—one of the few advantages of not owning much. I had always been a minimalist at heart, and not just because I usually didn’t have much spending money. I just liked things to be simple and predictable.

  Except for this, of course.

  Now nothing at all in my personal or professional life—or the world at large—was either of those things, but I didn’t care. I was excited to discover what my future with Max might hold. I was ready to be done being boring and predictable, and to become spontaneous and adventurous with him.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, as he’d instructed me to do when around others.

  During the drive, he seemed to ignore me. I didn’t know if it was part of the training, or if he was just thinking. Either way, I remained silent and waited for him to speak first. It wasn’t long until I got used to the silence.

  Closing my eyes, I listened to the hum of the engine as we sped out of the city, managing not to get stuck in traffic.

  We pulled up a long, tree-lined driveway, and when I saw the house, my jaw dropped. I had seen similar mansions on TV and in movies, but I never thought I’d ever get to stay in such a place.

  “Thank you, Cedric,” Max told the driver. “Go home and be with your family.”

  “Sir,” the driver replied with a bow.

  Max took me by the hand and led me up the front steps to the place I would call home for the immediate future.

  “Did you eat enough?” he asked, hanging up my coat.

  My stomach grumbled in response.

  “No, Master.”

  “Come with me.”

  I’d heard that some of the greatest cooks in the world were men, but I never suspected my sweet master of being among their number. But the silver domed tray he presented me within the echoing chamber of his dining room carried some of the finest food I’d ever tasted.

  “Have as much as you like,” he said as I made a pig of myself.

  I ate as much as I could handle and then a little more when the dessert tray came out. I felt full. It hurt a bit, but it was the good kind of pain that comes from true satisfaction.

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sp; “Place your palms on the dinner table,” Max instructed me.

  I obeyed him, laying both of my palms flat on the polished oak tabletop as he took the trays back to the kitchen. He returned a moment later, looking serious. I knew the first part of the training had begun.

  “Stay here, in this position, until I get back.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  It seemed like such a simple task. What I didn’t know was that he would be gone for five hours.

  My muscles trembled and ached, and it was all I could do to keep from leaning forward and laying my head on the table, but I did as he’d ordered and didn’t move an inch until he came back. I collapsed when I saw him, and tears of gratitude flowed down my cheeks.

  “Good pet,” he cooed, holding me tight. “That’s my good pet. I’m proud of you for obeying. Now you get a reward.”

  And I was proud of myself. I’d passed the first bit of training. Scooping me up into his powerful arms, he carried me to the bathroom and stripped me naked.

  He drew a nice, warm bath and washed me all over, paying special attention to my pussy, asshole, and nipples. The sensation made me hum contentedly, and I wondered what else he might do.

  “What would you like for a reward, Pet?”

  Surprised, I sat up.

  “I get to choose?”

  “Of course. You did very well today. Name your reward.”

  “Um, I’d love to try that thing. You know, from the list.”

  I refused to meet his eyes.

  “Look at me and tell me what you want.”

  Slowly, I lifted my face.

  “I, uh, I want to taste you.”

  “Say it.”

  My lips firmed, but then I rolled my shoulders back, and said, “I want you to put your cock in my mouth.”

  “That’s what you want as your reward?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He chuckled.

  “Your wish is my command.”

  Chapter 8 - Max

  “Lie on the bed and close your eyes.”

  Without question or hesitation, Charli did as I asked. Her small but magnificent tits fell to the side, and her nipples constricted and hardened. She was everything I needed.

  Longer than necessary, I perused her body, memorizing every freckle, every dimple, every rise and fall of her chest.

  I undressed, and when I was naked, my hard cock twitched, rejoicing at its freedom, and aching to sink into her virgin hole.

  I stepped onto the bed and positioned myself. My knees were on either side of her shoulders, and my balls brushed against the delicate skin on her chest.

  I grasped the headboard and said, “Open your mouth but keep your hands by your sides.”

  Desire clouded her eyes, and she opened her sweet mouth for me. For a few seconds, I did nothing. I simply studied the minuscule expressions flickering across her perfect face.

  She gave an irritated wiggle, and I smiled at her impatience. Giving her the reward she requested, I slid the tip of my cock into her waiting mouth. Instinctively, she closed her lips around the intrusion but did nothing else.

  She didn’t play. Didn’t suck. Didn’t move.

  Without warning, I plunged deep until she gagged. I watched for signs of distress, and when I saw none, I fucked her mouth with punishing, demanding strokes, pushing deeper each time.

  If I didn’t think she was capable of deep throating, I wouldn’t have done it.

  My body screamed for release, but I wouldn’t allow that to happen. Before I reached the edge of no return, I withdrew my cock and glanced down at my glistening shaft, now covered with her saliva.

  “Keep your mouth open,” I ordered and slowly dipped my balls into her mouth.

  She massaged the heavy sacs with her tongue. Charli was a natural. She might not have done anything like that before, but she knew exactly what to do, how to do it, and when.

  Her body strained upwards, seeking my touch, but I didn’t give her what she wanted. In a heartbeat, I could flip her over, position her on her knees, and slide my cock into her waiting warmth.

  I could be rough, relentless, and dominant—not hold anything back. But I would save that for another time. If the alpha animal in me came out before Charli was ready to play, I would risk scaring her away and losing her.

  “Touch me, Master,” she whispered.

  She reached up and ran her fingertips down my stomach.

  “No talking and no touching.” I stepped off the bed and went to the wardrobe. “Since you can’t keep your hands to yourself or keep quiet, I’m going to gag you and tie you up. Would you like that?”

  Tying Charli up was something that had entered my mind more than once.

  “Yes, Master,” she replied breathlessly, but then she hesitated. “I’m not sure about gagging.”

  “If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”

  I ran my fingers over the various lengths of rope hanging from the wardrobe doors. I decided a spreader tie between her wrists would work best. That way, I’d be able to gag her and restrain her at the same time.

  I grabbed a long length of rope along with a pair of scissors in case I needed to release her fast, and I also grabbed a wand vibrator.

  I returned to the bed.

  “Sit and hold your arms chest-width apart.”

  She did as I asked, and I carefully wrapped the rope several times around her presented wrists and then coiled the hanging ends around and around the center from one wrist to the other, creating a sturdy rope bar.

  It wasn’t as strong as a spreader bar, but it was a good alternative for a novice. Erotic rope bondage was something I took great pleasure in, and I hoped Charli would, too.

  “I’m going to gag you now,” I explained. “Bring the rope bar to your mouth.”

  Without a word, she lifted her arms and positioned the rope between her lips. I brought the dangling ends around the back of her head and then secured them in place around the rope circling her wrist.

  Her wrists were bound, and her mouth was gagged. She was at my mercy.

  Gently, I pushed her back until her head hit the pillows. Leaning down, I took each nipple into my mouth one at a time, grazing the tips with the edge of my teeth. I could tell Charli was doing her best not to react, but she couldn’t stop the trembles rippling over her skin.

  The scent of her arousal filled the room. I lifted her legs over my shoulders. Her soaked pussy was a temptation, one I wouldn’t be able to resist for much longer.

  Leaning forward, I brushed the head of my cock over her swollen folds but as much as she strained to have me enter her virgin channel, I resisted.

  She sobbed against the rope, and the plea I heard almost unraveled my resolve.

  “Quiet,” I said harshly.

  She quieted. I dug my fingers into her hips and pulled her forward until my cock nudged her entrance. She was lubricated enough to take my width and length with zero resistance.

  “Do you want to come?” I asked.

  She nodded, her beseeching eyes glistening.

  I picked up the wand vibrator and switched it to its highest setting.

  “Whatever you do, don’t make a sound and don’t come.”

  Using my thumb and forefinger, I spread her slick folds and touched the head of the vibrator against her puffy clit.

  A lone tear slid down the side of her face and disappeared into her hair. What I was asking her to do would take more self-control than Charli currently possessed. Even a trained sub would find what I’d asked her to do difficult.

  Relentlessly, I pressed the vibrator against her sensitive spot. She tensed against the aggressive rush of pleasure I was giving her, doing everything in her power to resist the climax swelling inside of her. Mercilessly, I lifted the vibrator from her before bringing it back, never giving her more than a second to recover.

  Pre-come dripped from my cock, and the voice in my head chanted fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.

  My dick twitched and jerked in agreement with t
he voice.

  Dammit.

  I prided myself on my restraint, willpower, and resolve, but this girl had knocked them down one by one.

  Being with her felt so normal, like it was always meant to be. There was something powerful about the fact that Charli wanted to give me her virginity.

  I would be the first man to pleasure her in that way. Truth be told, I wanted to be the only one in her life and wanted to take care of her, in every way, for the rest of my life.

  Charli had tamed me.

  She now held my heart in the palm of her hands.

  I threw the vibrator onto the mattress.

  It was time to make Charli Merrick mine.

  Forever.

  Chapter 9 - Charli

  I was on the verge of losing my mind. Here I was gagged and bound by my boss, my master.

  He was about to take my virginity, and there was no hesitation in my mind that he was the one who was supposed to make me a woman.

  I lifted my head and looked at his cock. A cock that was going to be inside me soon.

  Never in my life had I had a man’s cock in my mouth, so I had nothing to compare him to, but he tasted divine, and my mouth watered as I thought about him ramming his veiny dick down my throat again.

  Never in a million years had I ever imagined myself submitting to a man like Max. Someone who aggressively took what he wanted.

  His actions were possessive and demanding, and at times frightening. The feral look in his eyes took my breath away, but I didn’t fear him.

  He stood by the mattress, placed his hands on my knees, and spread my legs wide.

  I wanted to touch him.

  Wanted to wrap my hands around his cock and guide him inside me.

  I wanted to scratch my fingernails over his smooth skin and feel his muscles ripple.

  But because of the way he had me tied up, there was no way I’d be able to do any of that.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked, running his large hands up and down my thighs.

  “Yes, Master,” I mumbled against the gag.

  “Don’t lie, Charli. When I ask you something, answer me honestly. You don’t want your first time with me to happen when you’re bound and gagged, do you?”