Shelter in Place: Quarantine Romance Collection Includes New Novella

by Jamie Knight

  I put one foot in front of the other, my dress long enough to let me be barefoot, which was nice since I was four months pregnant.

  I was just finishing my first trimester when we ordered the dress, so my baby bump barely showed. I wasn’t trying to hide anything. Getting married on the beach in front of a mansion during a pandemic while four months pregnant was far from the oddest thing about my wonderful new life.

  We were unbreakable. We knew that. Still, it was nice to make it official. To declare our love in front of the people we loved most in the world.

  ***

  I knew Max was rich. That was obvious from the house, the cars, and everything else. However, I didn’t know that he was Bond Villain levels of rich with a private island complete with its own, slightly smaller mansion.

  I could feel the baby kicking as we went up the walkway, hand in hand, the pavement smooth under my feet. At least until we got nearer the door, at which point Max scooped me up and carried me across the threshold, the door closing behind us.

  Kissing me tenderly, he brought me to the master bedroom and laid me out on the massive bed and undressed me slowly. I set about undressing him, too. Taking my time with each layer. Savoring the experience as I went.

  I took down his boxer shorts. His rock-hard cock springing at me like a cobra. My mouth watered at the very sight.

  “Go ahead,” he said, stroking my cheek. “I know how much you enjoy it.”

  Wrapping my hand as far as I could around his shaft, I stroked as I worked his cock into my mouth, slurping and sucking his magnificent member until he blessed me with his sweet load.

  “Show me,” he instructed.

  I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to show him I had swallowed every drop.

  “Your turn,” he said and grinned.

  Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Max slid off my panties, the cool air tickling my pussy. He kissed his way up my thighs then buried his head between my legs. His experienced tongue licked me to ecstasy.

  After I came, he wasted no time getting up on the bed and mounting me with unrestrained urgency.

  His cock slid into me, and kissing me deeply, he started to move, working inside me with a gentle ebb and flow. He worked every last centimeter of my pussy to its absolute limit.

  Sensing when I was about to orgasm, Max stilled, and my inner muscles clamped down, milking him. Both of us basked in the afterglow as he filled me up with a massive load, warming me from the inside, our souls and fates forever connected.

  The day I fell for him would be a day I would never forget. Getting on my hands and knees in his office to clean up spilled coffee had changed the path of my life.

  I knew exactly what was expected of me, but that didn’t mean I was perfect. I still accidentally on purpose made mistakes because sometimes the punishments were as good as the rewards.

  I was happy that it was going to be like this between us forever. That he really was mine and I really was his, always.

  I had never been so glad to get a job in my life. Because I never thought my boss would also turn out to be my master and my husband.

  THE END

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  Chapter 1 – Brody

  I looked over the company-wide email that had gone out early this morning with my permission. Although I had reviewed and approved it before it had been sent, I wished I had made it feel more personal.

  Now that it had actually arrived in my inbox, and everyone else’s as well, it seemed so sterile and distant, but I supposed that was how these professional office emails had to be, especially when we were trying our best not to scare people during unprecedented, unpredictable times such as these.

  Due to concerns about the Coronavirus, we have decided that we will need to work remotely for a while. We are not sure when things will get back to normal, but we are convinced that this is the best course of action for the time being.

  If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out via phone or email. All offices will be closed until further notice.

  The world had changed, and we were feeling the effects of it. I was at my office I kept for my app design company, listening to a conference call that was being held for the whole company.

  The other line blinked on my phone, so I switched over to that one.

  “Yes?” I answered.

  “It’s Sylvia,” came my assistant’s voice over the intercom. “I have some bad news for you.”

  The day had hardly begun, and it already was chock-full of bad news.

  How could it get any worse?

  “What’s the news?” I asked, concerned.

  Sylvia had been with us for a long time and I knew she wouldn’t leave us hanging if it wasn’t for a good reason.

  “My mother is sick,” she said. “We aren’t sure if she has the Coronavirus or not, but I really need to be there for her.”

  She started bawling uncontrollably. I wanted to console her, but I didn’t know what to say.

  None of the normal words seemed to fit. Phrases like “Everything will be okay” or “Things will get better soon” felt like empty platitudes. All small comfort attempts were lost on me right now because I was just as uncertain as everyone else.

  All I knew for sure was that I was struggling personally and professionally because of everything that was going on. I was literally at my wit’s end about what I was going to do.

  Normally, my refuge would be Club Skin, a BDSM club where I would spend time with a pet. She would do everything that I commanded, eager to please me. I would play the game with her until I got bored and then find another pet to pass the time.

  It was my routine. I had grown rather fond of it.

  It suited me better than a traditional relationship, mostly because I didn’t believe in those.

  I’ll never forget the day that changed my view of love and relationships forever.

  My mother had picked me up early from school, telling me that we were going on an adventure. She had a suitcase in the backseat and said that we were going to take a bus to our new lives.

  I didn’t understand what she was talking about. I liked my life with our family, her and my father, all living together as one family. So, I told her so.

  She told me that that didn’t matter and that I would learn to love our new life better. I cried, begging and pleading for her not to make me leave. After what felt like an eternity, she finally agreed to take me home.

  My father was there which wasn’t normal for him. He said that he hadn’t been feeling well and that he had taken the afternoon off. That was also very rare— I couldn’t remember a time when he had called out sick to work.

  My mother told him that it was time to drop the charade, and that I was old enough to know what was going on. My father begged her to reconsider and wait a while. But she told him right then and there that she was leaving him for someone else and that there was nothing that he could do about it.

  Then she turned to me, asking me if I wanted to stay or go. I looked over at my dad, who looked overwrought with pain, and knew that I couldn’t leave him. I didn’t want to. I told her so. She walked out the door and didn’t look back.

  Ever since then, I became convinced that all relationships were doomed to failure because everyone cheats. I later found out that the whole time that my parents were together, my father had a girlfriend on the side. That made me more sympathetic to my mother’s point of view, but it was too long after the fact for it to matter at the time.

  My mother was upset that I had chosen my dad, and she was lonely. After my mother moved out of the apartment she had rented, she moved back in with us.

  At first I protested, not knowing at the time about my father’s own indiscretions and thinking that he was being a wimp by taking her back after she had made him so sad, but I s
aw that she made my dad smile, so I stopped giving him such a hard time.

  But the older I got and the more I found out about their relationship, the more I started to realize that their kind of “love” was sick and twisted, and I didn’t know whether anything else could exist. I certainly didn’t want to risk finding out.

  I knew that I wanted nothing to do with any serious relationship. I could never risk putting my heart on the line and getting hurt.

  So, for me, I chose to have pets— contractual BDSM arrangements with subordinates, to whom I would be dominant. Sometimes it was just for a night, other times it lasted longer, but I was always clear that it was temporary and not part of any real relationship. My pets helped me to destress and gave me somewhere to go to escape the loneliness of my apartment.

  But now Club Skin was closed due to COVID-19. And everyone was isolating. How would I get my needs met in this environment?

  I wished that there was a way that I could bring a pet to me. I would have a playmate. And, plus, it would be a way for me to fill the open assistant position, now that my secretary had to take family leave for what could turn out to be the remainder of the pandemic.

  There wasn’t a lot to do, other than normal clerical duties like filing, saving files to the computer, and answering emails, but those tasks still had to be done. And with the new workload that I was going to have, I knew that there was no way that I could do all of it and do it well.

  I started formulating a plan when a voice shattered my thoughts. It was Ray, one of the last partners to leave the building.

  “Hey, you’d better head home,” he said, anxiously. “There’s a statewide ordinance to close down all businesses. You don’t want to get into any trouble or anything.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I said, annoyed that he felt he needed to tell me what to do. I was no child, after all. “I was just finishing up some things and then I was heading out.”

  I packed up my laptop, still wondering how I could work out the dilemma I had found myself in.

  All of a sudden, like lightning, an idea struck me.

  Now I knew how I could solve both my problems at once.

  Chapter 2 – Candace

  I was browsing the help wanted ads with my cup of coffee at the kitchen table. It was weird for me to be home at this time of day, but I had just lost my job as a waitress because the restaurant that I was working at had closed down due to the Coronavirus.

  I had hoped that they would have stayed open, maybe for take-out orders, but the owner thought that we wouldn’t get enough business for it to be worth it.

  I was immediately worried because waitressing was how I paid my bills. I didn’t have any savings or any kind of a back-up plan, really. So, I went through the want ads in hopes of finding a job that would work for me.

  Unfortunately, the pickings were slim. This pandemic had had more of a rippling effect than I thought that it would, and it seemed to affect every service industry. Unfortunately, those were the only industries for which I was qualified or in which I had any experience.

  What I really wished was that I didn’t have to worry about finding a new job. I wished that I could spend time focusing on other things, like having a social life.

  I hadn’t had time for dating at all and now there was nowhere to go to meet someone to date. And nowhere to go on a date since everything was closed.

  But, even beyond all that, I really wished that I could have lost my virginity by now. But, nope, after several disastrous dates in the past, I was still holding onto it at the ripe old age of nineteen.

  Bored now and wanting to distract myself from the stress of not having a job, I pictured my dream man, to whom I would love to lose my virginity. He was tall, dark, handsome, and older than me, so that he would have plenty of experience. And it certainly wouldn’t hurt if he was wealthy, too.

  I imagined him asking me out like a gentleman, taking me out to a fancy restaurant and then to a swanky nightclub lounge to have a good time, and finally, taking me back to his place. I crossed my legs as I thought about him taking me in his arms and laying me down on his bed.

  He would pull down my pants and then slide my panties to the side, exposing my bare pussy. He would lean down, taking my pussy in his mouth. Then he would suck and lick my clit until I came. Finally, he would take out his big, hard dick and slide it into me, pushing it in and out of me, pounding me hard and fast and giving me the good, rough sex I really needed.

  I didn’t even want him to be gentle, even though it would be my first time. My pussy longed to be torn into, crammed, stuffed, punished for being deprived of a cock for my entire life.

  Something on the computer screen caught my eye, snapping me out of my fantasy and back to reality. It was a job, an administrative assistant position. But this ad seemed different than the normal administrative assistant ads, piquing my interest.

  For one, part of the application process was sending a picture along with a resume. I didn’t have any administrative assistant experience, but I decided to apply anyway, attaching my picture to the application.

  I was just about to close the laptop and find some breakfast for myself when I got an alert that I had received an email. It was a response to the application. I was surprised to have gotten a response back so soon. I opened the email and read it.

  “Thank you for your interest in this position. I would like to invite you to come in for an interview as the next step in the process. Are you available tomorrow?”

  I was confused because I thought that all office buildings were closed due to the state-wide lockdown. I sent an email back saying as much. Again, I got almost an instant response.

  “This position will be carried out in a personal residence. If selected, you will be asked to bring enough clothing to last for the duration of the position.”

  Now, I was really intrigued.

  What kind of job was this, anyway?

  I guess I was going to find out.

  I sent an email back stating my availability and tried my very best to patiently await a response.

  Chapter 3 – Brody

  I sat on my couch in my penthouse suite and stared at my laptop. I had just received a picture from a potential assistant whose name was Candace.

  She was beautiful. Her pretty, almond-shaped eyes and pouty lips made her look like a model. She had a curvy, hourglass figure, with wide hips and large breasts and a plump ass I wish I could spank.

  She was so delightfully tempting that I couldn’t stand it. I just had to have her, I knew it. Once I set my mind to something, there was no changing it.

  I opened up a folder that had the pictures of other jog applicants. They all seemed to pale in comparison to Candace. So, I started the process of deleting them, one by one.

  As soon as I saw Candace’s picture pop up, I knew that she was the one. I didn’t even care about the fact that she didn’t have any experience as an assistant. She could learn.

  I could tell just from her picture that she was smart. She had a wise look on her face that made her appear much older than her young age, but only in her eyes; her skin was flawless and unwrinkled. Plus, what mattered even more was that she fit my tastes and unique proclivities.

  Candace was going to be my new pet. I had already decided.

  The more I looked at her picture, the more I thought about what I would do if she were standing in front of me. I pulled my cock out of my pants and started stroking it as I imagined her leaning down and wrapping her lips around it.

  I had been hard since I saw her picture, but now I was growing so hard that it felt like I was holding a rock in my hand. My huge cock yearned for Candace’s curvy body and pretty, innocent-looking face.

  I rubbed up and down the shaft of my dick, imagining that my hand was her mouth. It would be so warm and wet as she put my cock in it and sucked it hard and fast.

  Then I would lay her on the couch with my dick standing at full attention. I would lean into her, pushing my cock into her pussy. />
  I would sink inside of her, filling every inch of her tight, wet cunt. I stroked my dick, feeling it grow even bigger and harder with each stroke.

  I thought about tying her up and having my way with her. Covering up her mouth so her screams would be muffled as I ravaged her little pussy. Maybe I’d spank her juicy looking ass cheeks with my hand until they were red and welted and there was proof that she was mine.

  I wanted to own her, to claim her for as long as I wanted her, to do everything I could think of doing to her.

  And I always got what I wanted.

  My balls twitched and I knew I was on the edge of coming for my sweet, sexy Candace. She drove me mad and was all I could think about. I wanted this welcome release right now, but even more, I wanted to have it while I was cramming her pussy tight.

  And I wanted to make her cum too, watching her writhe and hearing her moan and call out my name as she did. I felt the orgasm rising from my toes and shooting up my body. As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, only one thought permeated my mind.

  And that thought was that I couldn’t wait to meet Candace.

  Chapter 4 – Candace

  I stood in my closet the next day, looking for the perfect thing to wear. I pulled so many things out of my closet, tossing each item on the floor in a heap at my feet.

  I had filled out a little bit since leaving the restaurant. I knew that that was largely due to the fact that I had done a lot of walking when I was waitressing.

  Now, all I did was sit around and eat, so I had put on a few pounds. I still had a nice figure, but it was definitely more on the plus-size side of things now. And my wardrobe hadn’t caught up with it.

  With each article of clothing that I discarded I was afraid that nothing I owned was going to fit. I didn’t want to despair but my hope was running out.