Shelter in Place: Quarantine Romance Collection Includes New Novella

by Jamie Knight

  “Good,” he said, when he finished his inspection.

  “Would you like something, Master?”

  “Coffee, please,” he said, already working on his computer.

  The editorial board, in their infinite wisdom, continued publishing the magazine online. Rather than being on an extended vacation like we first thought, Max had the same workload he’d had before, only with meetings held on Slack. He didn’t seem to mind and worked my training around his schedule, often combining the two.

  It felt like a step up, going from theory to practice. When we got back to the office after they lifted the lockdown, I felt confident that I would be fully trained and ready to serve him in the way he deserved.

  The coffee machine in the kitchen wasn’t much simpler than the one at the office, but I figured it out.

  Keeping my back straight and my stride even, I placed the cup on the desk. Max picked it up without looking and took a long sip.

  “Sit,” he said.

  I sat, back straight, shoulders pressed back against the chair, legs crossed. Something was coming. Whether it was a smack or getting screwed over his desk remained to be seen. I prayed for the latter.

  I enjoyed the spanking, too, though. I’d never thought I was into pain play, but the way Max did it felt wonderful. Not as good as when he licked or fucked me, but nearly.

  When he finished his work, Max got up from his desk. His jutting erection obvious in his suit pants. It gave me hope I was in for pleasure rather than pain. He still hadn’t fucked me in the ass yet. Maybe he would today.

  “Get up,” he said.

  No sooner was I on my feet than he had me bent over the front of the desk, my ass high in the air. He was rougher than usual, shoving up my skirt and yanking down my panties.

  I braced for a severe spanking that might leave me screaming and crying. Imagine my surprise when his hand didn’t strike my bare ass but caressed my pussy.

  I could tell he was holding back by the way his hand trembled as he resisted the urge to shove all his fingers in and fist me until I screamed—something that was in the contract. He was trying to be gentle.

  The sensation of his hand stroking me made my knees weak. Before my legs gave way, Max caught me. His powerful arm wrapped around my waist as he stroked the head of his monster cock against my tight pussy. Taking a heavy breath in, I let it out as he slid all the way in, the front of his shirt pressing up against my ass.

  The movement was deep but slow, working every little part of me in a gentle, silken flow. His cock stroked against my clit and g-spot, making me feel like I might pass out with pleasure.

  He pulled back a little and went harder, setting off a fireworks display behind my eyes. I could feel him taking my hips and guessed what was coming next. Other than him, of course.

  Gradually picking up speed, he thrust deeply until his cock pounded me so hard the desk shook. Usually, being that rough with me would have hurt, but Max had made sure I was ready before he tried slamming me. Plus, I was so wet from my earlier orgasm on the breakfast table.

  I loved him with all my heart.

  He was my first man, and I hoped he would be my last. That he would be the only one to touch me the way he did. As long as I lived, I wanted no one else.

  Chapter 12 - Max

  Charli’s schedule had changed since we’d started her training two weeks ago. Though I would never have fathomed that she might beat me when it came to waking up.

  In the universe inside my head, only Elsa could or would ever do that. Yet I was a great believer in the scientific method and observable evidence, and both showed the same thing. Charli had not only roused before I had, but she had also gotten up and left the house.

  I sprang to the closet to check for further confirmation. My cognitive dissonance working overtime. Some of her clothes were gone. Her pleated skirt, cute blouse, and heels were conspicuous in their absence.

  There were only two explanations. Someone had kidnapped her in the night and allowed her to dress before they whisked her away. Or, more likely, she was somewhere in the house.

  The office was a dead end. That was two rooms down with only twenty to go. My next port of call was the kitchen. Morning and coffee went together, like popcorn and movie theaters. That’s where I found her—my pet, moving as elegantly as a ballet dancer.

  Her high heels no longer put up a challenge. Her woven thigh-length braid of shining blond hair reached down the length of her straight back. I had to watch for a moment, mesmerized by her majesty. It was surely a major shift from the smart but awkward girl who first spilled coffee all over my office carpet.

  “Have you eaten?” I asked, breaking the silence.

  “Geez!” Charli exclaimed, jerking back.

  “Nice greeting,” I chastised.

  “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “Do I have to get the flogger?” I teased.

  Her lower lip trembled.

  “No, Master.”

  I put a hand on her hip, letting her know I was kidding and asserting dominance.

  “I’ll try again. Have you eaten?”

  “Um, no I, didn’t think I had approval, Master.”

  “You didn’t, not expressly, but I still want you to eat. You are more likely to be punished for not eating than eating without permission. Understood?”

  She nodded. Working with perfect precision, my sweet little pet filled a coffee mug to the level I liked and handed it to me with the handle out.

  “Very nice.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  As I drank, Charli set about making both of us omelets. If they tasted have as good as they smelled, Charli wouldn’t be able to walk when I got through fucking her.

  Putting the lid on the tray, Charli carried both servings to the table, setting it down in front of me. She set the plates and glasses before taking her seat beside me with perfect posture. When I placed my palm on her inner thigh, she gasped.

  I didn’t touch her pussy, despite being inches from it. I also didn’t remove my hand. Instead, I stroked her as we both ate, Charli letting out soft moans as I did.

  The voice in my head screamed I should throw her over the table and fuck her virgin ass. But there was work to be done, and I wanted to take my time to make sure she was ready before I took her there.

  The math regarding getting my cock into her asshole was not looking very good. She could barely take it in her cunt, and even there, I still had to be gentle. The goal was to train my sweet little pet, not to break her.

  Charli seemed to understand the intention behind my touch. A subtle form of reward for doing an excellent job. I would reward her properly at the end of the day.

  I was moving into a system of instant punishment and praise, giving brief light spanks or rewards for infractions or successes as they happened. Saving the harshest punishments or greatest rewards for when the work was done.

  When we finished, Charli cleaned up, and I went to my office. It looked like I was teaching a domestic servant more than a personal assistant, but that had more to do with context.

  I was developing her to assist me, immediately and effectively with anything that needed to be done. It was unlikely that breakfast dishes would be part of it going forward.

  I had everything ready when she arrived. The week’s work had been done the day before, giving us the weekend off, and I planned on taking full advantage of the break.

  Hardback books were piled on the desk like rock formations. I’d been going for Stonehenge but didn’t quite get it right. The tops caused the biggest problems. Still, it was a fairly good rendition under the circumstances.

  I had had to look twice when she came in. Just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Striding to the middle of the room, sweet Charli fell to her knees. Her posture was still perfect. I hadn’t given her instructions yet, but my girl had learned what I liked and expected fast.

  Rolling back in my chair, I went to my pet. I tipped her head back, and her eyes glistened with d
evotion.

  “Up,” I ordered.

  With no help from me, Charli stood in one smooth motion with her eyes straight ahead. Slowly, I inspected her, searching every inch of her body, running my palm down the gentle curve of her back. My hands moved on to her shoulders to measure their width before moving down to her tits, giving them a loving squeeze.

  “Bra?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Panties too?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  My hand went up her skirt. I had to check to make certain she wasn’t lying. Sure enough, a thin layer of soft silk greeted me, covering her most delicate parts. Her appearance and attention to detail called for special recognition.

  Adjusting my hand, I slid it into the front of her panties. I felt the warmth of her tender little pussy before I got there. I massaged her for a minute to make sure she was ready. When she was good and excited, I slipped two fingers inside.

  Charli lifted slightly as I entered her. Softly nuzzling her neck, I finger fucked her beautiful cunt until my sexy and submissive pet squealed her climax.

  My heart was full of love, and it was all I could do not to tell her.

  Putting a hand on her lower back to hold her in place, I went to my desk to fetch a book.

  “Walk,” I said, placing the volume on her head.

  Her posture was great, or so it seemed. Still, I wanted to get confirmation by conducting some experiments. My beautiful pet made it to the desk, then around and back to the door, returning to the dead-center of the room without so much as a wobble from her on the heels or the book on her pretty little head.

  Stroking my hand gently along her braid, I kissed her on the cheek and went to get another book. Even when burdened with two thick, hardcover tomes, she was rock-solid, striding like a queen through her realm, knowing there was nothing to fear. She returned to her spot at the center, daring me to add another.

  “Well done,” I said warmly.

  She stood straight and strong as I returned the books to the desk. The ghost of a smile haunting the corners of her sweet mouth.

  “Name your reward, Pet.”

  “I want to do what we did the other night. I want to suck—”

  She faltered, the naughty word catching partway out.

  “It’s okay, Pet. You can say it. What do you want to do?”

  “I want to suck your beautiful cock again, but this time I want to be in control.”

  I chuckled. “Get on your knees.”

  Without missing a beat, she dropped to her knees, keeping her back straight. Stroking her cheek, I unzipped my pants, unfurling my rock-hard and dripping cock. I could actually see her pupils dilate as she saw it. With a deep breath, she wrapped her loving hand around my throbbing shaft and made a valiant attempt at getting it into her warm, wet little mouth.

  Taking a moment to get used to the width, she wrapped her luscious lips around me. Her hand followed her mouth as she stroked both the length of my cock and then back again, coaxing the most heavenly feeling out of me. She was a fucking natural. Sucking my enormous cock like it was a popsicle.

  I took hold of her braid to keep her from hurting herself, even though I admired her enthusiasm. Particularly when she cupped my balls with her other hand, massaging them as she sucked.

  I tensed, getting ready to unleash, but my brave pet forged on sucking harder, eager to taste my cum. I rewarded her efforts in a huge torrent, filling her mouth. She struggled to keep it all down, but she did not waste a drop.

  Chapter 13 - Charli

  It was becoming a habit. My eyes opened before Max had even stirred. Careful not to wake him up, I went to look for my clothes. The curtains were open, but that didn’t help much as the sun still had to rise on the horizon.

  My vision adjusted, allowing me to see my clothes where Max had flung them before fucking me senseless the night before.

  My bra and panties were nowhere to be found. I knew it would mean a spanking, but I got dressed without them. Sliding the skirt and blouse over my bare skin before stepping into my shoes. Careful to mind my posture, I strode out of the room, the way my master had taught me.

  The kitchen was eerie in the early morning. A nascent sun reflected its rays off the tile and chrome surfaces. Stepping light to keep from clacking around, I flicked on the coffee machine. Its various buttons glowing neon blue in the gloom. Moving with a trained acuity, I got the beast brewing and looked for something to make for breakfast.

  The sudden light burst like a supernova. It was nearly blinding. Forgetting my composure, I screamed and covered my eyes. Posture was so distant of a thought it was but a blur on the brightening horizon.

  “It’s okay, Pet,” I heard him say.

  I could smell his cologne. The scent wrapped me in comfort. My face pressed against his chest, and I inhaled deeply.

  “I’m sorry, Master. A-are you going to spank me?”

  “Of course not. That was my fault. Are you okay? That was a hell of a scream.”

  “More from surprise. Yeah, I’m okay now.”

  “Good. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  Holding me out at arm’s length, he looked me up and down. With his hand still on my shoulder, he did a full rotation, scrutinizing every inch.

  Suddenly, he stopped, his free hand shooting up my skirt and grabbing a handful of my bare ass. He made a noise I couldn’t identify, but he did not sound happy.

  My breath caught as his other hand slipped from my shoulder into the front of my blouse. Taking up a warm clutch of my right breast, he pinched my nipple mercilessly.

  “Explanation?”

  I swallowed hard and drew in a deep breath. “I couldn’t find them. I looked but—”

  His fingers slid into my cunt and were moving in a way I’d never imagine possible. It was all I could do to stay conscious.

  “Bend over,” he whispered harshly.

  I didn’t know if it would be a flogging or a fucking, but, truthfully, I would welcome both. It was a spanking but a gentle one. The underwear thing was a rule, but one of the more minor ones.

  Coffee and posture were much more important. Had I been slouching or, horror of horrors, had my elbows been on the counter, I would have been screaming from the spanking. As it was, the smacks felt good. They felt closer to gropes than slaps.

  “Next time you forget your underwear, I’ll paddle you so hard you won’t walk for a week.”

  I nodded and made a mental note to forget to wear underwear tomorrow.

  Coffee poured, we commenced making breakfast, sipping, and chatting as we went. The caffeine did wonderful things to our minds. Even Max seemed perkier.

  There was something mutual about the situation. I was giving myself to Max, but I wanted to. I loved him and what he did to me. He used me as he liked, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  I was busily emptying the dishwasher and was so caught up in a happy dream, I failed to keep a sufficient hold on one of the plates, which exploded on the floor.

  I pressed my fingers against my lips. He didn’t have to say anything. I knew I’d messed up. I got to my knees, picking up the shards, déjà vu hitting like a hammer.

  There was a spanking coming, and most likely a painful one. It would hurt, but I was ready for it, though. I’d been spanked hard before, and I could even tell the different styles he would use.

  The forthcoming ass-slapping was going to be a harsh one. Flat handed, going downward, starting at his second knuckle. I would probably scream. All this was easy to guess. Other than I loved the stinging pain, the only real consolation was that it was definitely my fault. I’d broken concentration, which was the worst thing I could do in Max’s estimation.

  Getting the last shard into the trash can, I stood and bent myself over the counter. My palms flat on the cool marble.

  He clutched his hand around the waistband of my skirt, the bottom already gathered. Using it as a handle, he yanked me back toward him. I yelped in awe but was determined to take my puni
shment with dignity.

  The first strike landed full force on my ass, making me jerk with surprise and pain. I gnawed my lip to keep from screaming. I didn’t make a sound. Not even when the tears formed in my eyes and my ass turned the color of a ripe tomato.

  Max wrapped my braid around his palm and pulled me back, bringing me up against him. I could feel his cock pressing up against my burning ass. Leaning down, he planted a gentle kiss on my cheek and dried my tears with his other hand.

  “You know why I had to do that, right?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Why?”

  “I lost focus. The worst thing I can do.”

  “Do you resent me?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Do you think you deserved it?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  After cooling my smarting skin with some lovely aloe-based lotion, we headed for the office.

  He positioned me in a kneeling position in front of his desk. I figured he would have asked me to sit, but that would have been an act of cruelty in my condition. He also didn’t want to leave me standing.

  Despite some things he did, Max seemed to care about me, even though he would never say so. I wasn’t certain I was right, but all signs pointed to yes. Sure, he had just spanked my ass red, but to help me improve. It was tough love in the truest sense of the word.

  I didn’t know if it was part of my punishment, but Max didn’t even look at me for two hours. Remembering what he had done before, I stayed where he put me. Minding my posture, not moving a muscle. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he acknowledged me.

  “You were partially right.”

  “About what?” I asked.

  “It was partially because you broke concentration. But it was something else, too. Something far more personal. The plate that broke was from a set given to me by Elsa. A housewarming gift for my first place. Not expensive, but the best she could afford at the time.”

  Shame filled me up. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I—”