Under Lock and Key

by Jamie Knight

  “I know it’s big,” I tell her. “But I think you can fit it down your throat. Can you?”

  “Yes, sir,” she says, and squeezes it.

  When she does that, it jumps up to attention even more. She makes me so hard I feel as if I’m going to burst. Soon I feel her sweet lips on the tip of my cock as she gingerly takes it into her mouth.

  I love the way it looks: my cock in her mouth as she looks up at me so innocently. But from the way she’s handling it, I realize something. Something that makes my cock pulse and throb, close to orgasm, already, because it wants her so bad.

  I slide my cock half out of her open mouth, so that I can find out if what I’m wondering about is true. She tries to take it back in, with her little, soft hands and her wet lips, like the good, obedient little pet that she is already.

  I know I’ve made the right choice by asking her to come stay with me. She is submissive and will do what I want. And she makes my cock feel like it’s exploding already, and I don’t want it to.

  I stop her and ask, "Are you a virgin?"

  I see her face blush again.

  "Um, yes."

  She whispers it softly and adverts her eyes. That right there is enough to turn me on, as if I wasn’t turned on enough already. My hard cock is pointing in her direction, as if to remind me we have unfinished business.

  "Well then, I guess I'll have to tie you up to show you how it’s done," I reply, trying not to show her that I’m this fucking excited.

  I fetch some handcuffs, and soon she's bound in front of me.

  "If things get too rough, the safe world is MoFi," I tell her.

  She nods, and I know she’ll remember it, even in the heat of passion and pain. It’s the nickname for my firm – Morris Financial – where she’s dutifully worked for some time now, including these moments of being bound and submissive to me so that I can do what I want with her.

  I tie her hair back, so it's out of the way. I guide her by gently grabbing the back of her head. I slowly feed her my cock, letting her take me inch by inch into her mouth until I'm filling her up completely.

  I slowly slide out, then in, a few times, so she can get used to the rhythm. She adjusts the grip of her mouth to accommodate me. She hums and moans and makes little eager sounds that I love so much.

  Gradually I speed up, going faster and faster until I can't hold back anymore. I cum all over her mouth and stick my cock further down her throat.

  "Now swallow it,” I command her.

  She silently obeys. I watch as she does so. I love the way her mouth looks with my cum in it. The way it dribbles down her chin.

  "Now I'm going to fuck you," I advise her, as if it’s just a normal day at work and I’m giving her her next task.

  I don't know what's come over me. Usually I'm much more in control than I’m currently being. I usually like to take things slow and enjoy myself, but I've never come across a woman that I've been so into before.

  I take her clothes off and turn her around, so that her arms are leaning on the bed. Finally, I am able to do what I have been wanting to do to her. I pause for several moments to admire and caress her curves.

  I squeeze her full, heavy breasts and twist her perky little nipples. I run my hands down her hips and waist and then slap her juicy ass a little bit. She lets out a little yelp and then she says, “Sorry, sir,” in a way that turns me on even more.

  I’ve been wanting to see her ass out of that skirt, and here she is, laid bare for me. I admire her thick thighs and her sculpted calves as well.

  I've never done anything this way before – this slow, lingering way, in which I worship every inch of her. Her body looks incredible. Her skin feels so soft and smooth against my fingertips.

  "You are so gorgeous," I hear myself whispering to her.

  I can feel her body tremble slightly at my touch. From behind, I notice her perfect hourglass figure that initially attracted me to her. I tightly grip every curve of her ass, running my hands all over her.

  I just can't get enough of her. She truly is gorgeous. I haven't done anything like this before with anyone else. And by that, I mean that I've never just spent time touching or playing with someone like this. It feels so new and different, yet I can't stop myself from doing it.

  I don't want to stop, either; I'm enjoying it too much. I hope she is too. Though I'm excited to take her virginity, to be the first to dominate her, I want to give her pleasure and enjoyment too.

  I've never thought about doing that for anyone else. It was always about me before. But now that I’m with Samantha, everything is about her, for me.

  Chapter 7

  Samantha

  This is incredibly exciting. I've never experienced anything like this before. I was scared at first, but I'm surprised at how good it feels to be with Ben.

  He’s older, more experienced, and powerful. Not just because he’s my boss, but also because he is in charge of a whole firm. And yet, I can tell I make his cock hard and his knees weak. It gives me a sense of power to know that such a powerful man wants me so much.

  I can't believe how much I'm enjoying being tied up by him and letting him do whatever he wants to me. Of course, I'm a little nervous, but I'm not that scared about him wanting to take my virginity.

  I kind of suspected that was going to happen. I even wanted it to. I was expecting him to be rougher and dominating, but the patience that he's showing is making me like the things we are doing even more.

  This day really took an unexpected turn. All morning and all afternoon I was worrying and stressing about not having a place to live. Now I have this rich, powerful guy wanting to take care of me. It's crazy how quickly things happened, and how fast my life has changed.

  "Are you ready?" he asks, interrupting my thoughts.

  Earlier, I was too intimidated to answer him, but now I give him a soft "Yes, sir."

  I'm a little frightened, but truthfully, I really am ready. He spreads the lips of my pussy open and I can feel the tip of his huge cock softly poking at me. That gets me excited and I am instantly wet.

  I’m not even sure I can take him. He is humongous. That part is scary. But I’m willing to try. I hope against hope that he can get his huge cock into my tiny, virgin pussy hole without hurting me too badly.

  "Good girl," he says, as his big cock finally starts to push its way into my pussy, as he’s holding my ass cheek with one hand, squeezing it some, and playing with my clit, making me even wetter for him, and making it easier to open me up more for his big dick.

  Those words send a thrill down my spine. I can feel myself stretch wider and wider as he slowly slides inside of me. The sensation is a little unusual at first, but the wetter I become, the better it feels.

  He slides slowly, testing my limits and my body. He's teasing me by pulling all the way out, then going all the way back in. I can feel the entire length of him, and I love it.

  A quiet moan escapes my lips. I can hear him laugh softly. He starts thrusting a little faster, putting all his hips into it, drilling as far into me as he can go. I love it and I moan again. I’ve heard stories, and I've seen movies, but I never imagined that it would feel as good as this. I don't want him to stop.

  "Oh, Ben!' I cry out. “I mean, Sir. That feels so good, Sir. Mmmm. Thank you, Sir. Thank you for fucking me. I’ve been wanting you to take my virginity. Mmmm. Sir.”

  I can't help myself. The words are just pouring out of my mouth for him as he fucks my pussy, just like the juices are pouring out of my pussy onto his big cock.

  I've never felt anything like this, and I don't want it to end. I put all my weight onto the bed as he goes faster and faster. I can't control myself between moaning and calling out his name.

  I can feel my body trembling as I start to cum. I cry out loudly and want to collapse against the bed. I feel strangely weak, yet euphoric at the same time. Suddenly his cock pulses a lot and he grunts, as I feel him cumming in me.

  “Fuck yeah,” he says, as he sp
ills his seed into me. “This is amazing. You feel so good. I love fucking you.”

  I imagine that I'm seeing stars. I tense as I feel him slide out of me, I'm sore, but it's not painful. It's actually kind of enjoyable, maybe because of what just happened.

  "Just… wow," is all I can say, in a breathless voice. I'm too dazed to speak.

  "I enjoyed it too," Ben says with a little laugh, as he uncuffs me.

  For the first time his serious side is briefly gone. That's surprising to see. I'm unsure of what's going to happen, so I try to stand, but my legs wobble slightly. I put a hand on the bed to steady myself. My leg muscles aren't used to being used like that. Ben puts the handcuffs away.

  I want to check out the rest of his house. I'm so curious to know more about him. The parts of the mansion that I have seen are pretty impressive.

  Ben disappears into the bathroom. I sit on the edge of the bed and yawn. After all that excitement, I've been overcome by a wave of fatigue. I wonder if that's what usually happens after stuff like this? Probably so.

  There's a small part of me that's both excited and shocked. I can't believe I finally did it. My virginity is gone. I still feel like me, though. The unbelievable part is that I got to give it to someone as gorgeous as Ben.

  I never thought I would get the interest of a guy like him. He doesn't really strike me as the relationship type of guy, so I'm a little nervous about what is going to happen between us now.

  He did say that he was going to take care of me, for the duration of the time that I’m staying with him due to this virus. It's difficult not to be excited thinking about that possibility. It's like all my worry and stress has suddenly disappeared.

  At least temporarily.

  Who wouldn't be happy about that?

  Eventually Ben walks back out of the bathroom. I don't know how I'm supposed to act around him yet. Despite my tiredness, I quickly stand and wait to see what we are going to do next.

  He watches me with an expression that I don't understand. It doesn't scare me, but it is a little intimidating. I start to feel embarrassed again and cross my arms over my naked chest.

  "Don't do that. You're beautiful," he rebukes me sternly.

  I blush and drop my arms. I avoid his gaze for several seconds, because I'm not sure how to respond to his compliments. He doesn't seem like the gushing romantic type; in fact, I think he's the opposite of that.

  When I finally look back at him, he's still watching me.

  "You look tired," he comments.

  Right on cue, I yawn again.

  "Maybe a little," I admit softly.

  He walks over to the bed and pulls back the covers. He indicates that I should crawl under them. I'm very surprised by his courtesy. I slowly get into the bed and lie down. After all that we have done, it feels good to rest. His bed is so soft and comfortable.

  I feel him lying down beside me, then his arms wrapping around me. He pulls me backwards so that I'm snuggled against his chest.

  This feels nice, I think to myself.

  I start to relax.

  I feel his lips against my ear and hear him whisper softly, "You know, I don't normally do this kind of thing with my ‘pets,’ but I already consider you more than just a pet."

  He kisses my ear gently, and I happily drift off to sleep.

  Chapter 8

  Ben

  Samantha has finally fallen asleep. She doesn't move as I slide my arms out from around her body. I'm still careful not to wake her, though, as I slip quietly out of bed.

  I pull on my pajamas and noiselessly leave the room. I walk down the hall to my home office, where I flip on the light and sit down in the leather chair at my desk.

  Well. Today was certainly an interesting day, I think.

  I don’t think either of us was expecting events to happen the way that they did.

  My mind is preoccupied with so many things, many of them brand-new feelings that I am now struggling with.

  It's frustrating to me, because I’ve never had any of these thoughts or complications before with any of the others. They were all just there to serve my needs. Now I find myself caring about her and wanting to do things for her.

  I open my computer and pull some files out of my desk drawer. I need to do work to distract myself from the emotions I'm having. I need to regain control of this situation, but I'm not sure how to.

  I know I’m clever enough to come up with a way, but I can't believe how I've been acting with her. Those things that I was saying and doing to her, that isn't like me at all. I tell myself it's just pillow talk. I couldn't possibly have meant any of it. I've never treated any of my other pets like that before. I'm the master; I'm the one who’s always in control.

  That's what needs to happen again. I need to get back in control and regain the upper hand. This isn't a relationship. I don't want her to start thinking that it is.

  I try to create business plans on how we can be more productive with the company after the quarantine is over, but it's no use. I just can't concentrate no matter how hard I try.

  "Aw, to hell with this," I curse.

  I slam my computer shut, throw my papers down on the desk and stomp out of the office. The rest of the house is quiet. I go out into the darkened living room and lie down on my spacious couch. I think I have to sleep out here. Sleeping in the same bed with her would mark a level of closeness or intimacy that I can't allow myself to feel with anyone.

  I cover myself with the blanket that is draped over the back of the couch. I stare out the large windows, gazing at the moon and the night sky.

  "You can't get too close to her. She's just a pet," I tell myself.

  I practice shutting off my brain and focusing on nothing else until I am able to finally fall asleep.

  Unfortunately, it's a brief and dreamless slumber that just leaves me feeling agitated and restless when I wake. I look around the room and see that it's still dark. A quick glance at the clock on the wall tells me it's just before dawn. I feel like I didn't sleep at all.

  I lie wrapped in the blanket on the couch for a few minutes, but I still feel on edge. I get up and put the blanket back in its place, then stretch and pace the length of the living room.

  It's no use.

  I want her again.

  I walk quietly back into the bedroom, where she is sleeping soundly. I watch her for a few seconds and think again how beautiful she is. Then I have to tell myself not to be so sentimental and soft.

  I need to regain control of this situation. I open my dresser drawer and pull out the handcuffs again. She mumbles softly in her sleep as I tie her to the bed. She doesn't wake up though, thanks to how quick I am. I stare at her, admiring my work. I love seeing her like this. I can feel the lust stirring in me again.

  I reach back into the drawer and pull out a vibrator. I turn it on for a moment to make sure it still works. I'm satisfied that it does, so I walk back towards her.

  She's still naked from our evening together. I pull the covers off of her and crouch at the foot of the bed. I slowly slide the vibrator inside her and turn it on. I listen to the low buzzing sound it makes. I can't help myself. I move it all over her pussy, playing with her.

  “Mmmm,” she moans. “Yes. Please, Sir.”

  But it seems as if she is still half asleep. She is wanting me to pleasure her in her dreams.

  She continues to make noises in her sleep, while nodding and half smiling, but she doesn't wake up. I love this so much. I'm in control. I'm doing what I want to her.

  Honestly, though, I kind of miss her being awake. I loved her sounds of pleasure. The knowledge that she was enjoying being with me as much as I was with her gave me such a rush... I stop what I'm doing and shake my head at my thoughts.

  There I go, losing control again. I've got to stop thinking like this. I can't keep doing this fucking stuff like I have been or she's going to wind up thinking that we are involved in something serious, when we clearly, definitely, are not.

  She is
here because I told her to be, not because I can't live without her, I remind myself.

  But I know it’s just a lie.

  I leave the vibrator inside her and sit on the edge of the bed. The sun is just starting to rise. She should be waking all the way up soon.

  I sigh quietly.

  Why can't I stop myself from having these strange feelings about her?

  For a brief second, I actually wonder what she thinks about me. The moment passes, and I try not to laugh at how ridiculous I'm being. I content myself with waiting for her to wake up so I can continue doing what I want to her. That is why she's here, after all. For no other reason, I keep reminding myself.

  But it isn’t working. These stupid feelings keep resurfacing no matter how hard I try to fight them. This is going to give me a headache if I think about it anymore.

  Chapter 9

  Samantha

  I’ve been having a dream that I’m being pleasured so much I’m in heaven. Something causes me to wake up, though. It's a mixture of pleasure and fear.

  I barely open my eyes and try to move. I'm startled when I can't. I look around and see that I'm tied up once more. I can hear a vibrator buzzing inside of me. It feels so good. No wonder I’ve been having great dreams!

  The pleasure and desire are definitely winning out over the fear. I still wonder why I am tied up, until I notice Ben sitting on the edge of the bed watching me. Instantly I feel calm. I know he is kinky, but I also know that he won't hurt me.

  "Time to wake up," he says playfully.

  He gets on the bed and kneels between my legs.

  I start to twist and moan as he starts sliding the vibrator from the front to the back of my pussy, and then back again, pushing it in and out of me. What a divine way to wake up. I could get used to being treated like this.

  I don't have to beg; he knows what I want and continues to tease me with the vibrator. My juices were flowing instantly. I'm wide awake now and ready to continue what we started last night.