Under Strict Orders (Love Under Quarantine Book 1)

by Jamie Knight

  I cheated a bit, putting my corset on too. I liked the way it hugged me, and it wouldn’t really interfere with any of the parts he would be interested in, and if it did, I could easily take it off. The image sprang into my head of Vik stripping me down for some kinky time, seeing my corset, ordering me to take it off. I felt a sudden, though not unpleasant, tingling in my pussy.

  The main area was completely empty when I went in. With a quick pang of fear, I went to the window and looked out, finding that the SUV was still there. I gave a moment’s thought to going and looking for Vik but decided if I couldn’t see him, he must not have been wanting to be found. He was probably in some back office hidden in the depths of the cottage, hard at work.

  Following his example, I sat down at the desk in the main room he had set up for me at some point and got to work myself. There was a note taped to the computer screen instructing me to eat what he had put in the fridge for me and what work he needed me to tackle that day.

  Deciding to multi-task, something he hadn’t explicitly told me not to do, I heated up my breakfast in the microwave and brought the plate over to the desk to get started on the day’s tasks. I was determined to be a help rather than a burden, but it was hard to focus when I couldn’t stop thinking about how he had touched me the night before.

  It had hurt a bit when he first put his finger in, but everything started to feel really good the more he rubbed my clit. My mind kept drifting to what it would feel like to have his cock inside me.

  Despite the distractions, the work went really well, and I got the last task finished about an hour before I thought I would. The fact that I skipped lunch probably had something to do with that. I stretched, hearing soft but audible snapping sounds coming from my shoulders and neck. Suddenly, as though this was a signal, I heard Vik calling me from deeper within the house.

  I had been right about the back office. It was as lovely in its rustic charm as the rest of the house, with a few extra touches both ancient, such as the book collection stuffed into the varnished oak shelves; and modern, like the small sleek all-in-one laptop on the clearly antique desk.

  “Is your work done?”

  “Yes, sir,” I responded automatically.

  “Did you eat?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Breakfast and lunch?”

  “Um, no.”

  He steepled his fingers under his chin, clearly thinking about what he was going to do with me. Most likely those thoughts were along the lines of punishment.

  “You know that was naughty, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You were a naughty girl.”

  “Yes, sir. I was a naughty girl,” I said, feeling a thrill rattle through me.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  Without underwear or shoes to deal with it wasn’t long before I was standing naked in the middle of his office, with the exception of my tight corset. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I remembered I had disobeyed. More naughtiness for him to punish. I quickly stripped that off too and dropped it to the ground. I could feel the goosebumps rise all over my body, despite how toasty warm he kept the house.

  “Good girl. Now, get on your knees.”

  I obeyed, slowly sinking to my knees on the plush Persian rug that would probably cost a full year of my salary.

  “Ass up,” he instructed.

  Pushing my hands down into the rug so I was on all fours, I raised my ass high. This seemed to please him, and I felt glad. I really wanted him to be happy with me and not feel that he made a mistake choosing me. I knew there were better-looking girls in the office, some of whom were nearly as accomplished as I was. I was still trying to figure out exactly why he had chosen me.

  “Now crawl to me.”

  I was a bit rusty on my crawling skills but still, I made it without too much trouble, ending up kneeling at his feet as he turned to face me. Reaching down with his strong hands, he lifted me up off the floor and put me across his lap.

  I could feel the bulge of his cock against my belly as it pressed up against the inside of his jeans. Again, I imagined what it would be like to have him take my virginity.

  Holding me still with one hand, he massaged my ass with the other, dipping down between my thighs every so often, lightly stroking my very wet pussy, only building on my arousal.

  The first strike came hard and sharp, making me yelp from surprise as much as pain. It didn’t actually hurt as much as I had expected.

  He spanked me again with a different part of his hand, striking up instead of down, making it feel more like a grab and squeeze. This was followed by another sharp slap. He continued like this, alternating between hard and soft, mixing in the occasional rub of my pussy, until I was shuddering with delight, not sure how much wetter I could possibly get.

  Finally, Vik took pity on me, working his fingers into my prepped pussy, fingering me until I came, waves of pleasure rippling through me.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, making me smile.

  Chapter Seven

  Vik

  I was really proud of her. I could tell she had never been spanked before, but she had taken it like a champ. I didn’t go as hard as I could have, trying to ease her in slowly, though she seemed to be taking to it like a duck to water.

  Shifting her position so she was straddling me, Angie instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck, making it easier to pick her up. I put my arms under her ass, just in front of the afflicted area.

  It wasn’t far to the bathroom. Not that it mattered much anyway. Angie couldn’t have weighed more than 90 pounds soaking wet, and I could carry her easily.

  I sat myself on the toilet by the tub, keeping Angie close against me. Most of my pets tended to need a lot of coddling after I played with them, particularly if it was their first experience. I started the water for a bath and started adding various kinds of oils and healing milks of my own creation.

  Turning off the water, I lifted Angie again, lowering her into the gentle, healing water. A sigh escaped her throat as I did so.

  “Feels good, right?” I asked.

  “Yes, sir,” she murmured.

  “I made the ingredients myself.”

  I picked up a washcloth from the edge of the sink and, wetting it from the bath water, began to scrub her down, starting at her delicate neck and working down her back and around and down her tits, being careful of her sensitive nipples, and over her belly.

  Submerging my hand, I swished it down each of her legs from her hips to her feet, taking a bit of extra time to give her a foot massage. Angie leaned back as I worked her feet, her beautiful tits rising up from the milky depths, sighing contentedly.

  I was secretly glad she had taken it so well and I hadn’t traumatized her or anything. I kept it to myself though, trying to keep up the appearance of the strict but fair boss and dominant.

  Putting her feet back down in the water, I ran my hands up the inside of her legs and rested them on her pussy, making her give me a soft gasp. I didn’t do anything at first. Just hung there, gently cupping her pussy, letting her know I was still there, and she was still mine. Before too long she relaxed even more, as her body and her mind came into sync.

  “Good girl,” I told her. “That’s a good pet. Now I’ll do more with you.”

  It was my cue to finally put a finger in, which I did with no small measure of repressed excitement and lust. She felt so fucking good and it was truly a joy to be able to pleasure her like that. A sentiment she seemed to share, her pussy taking me in better than she had before, to the point that I was able to get two fingers inside her to the second knuckle.

  I could tell it wouldn’t be too much longer before I could try fucking her. I usually preferred rough fucking, but I knew I would have to be gentle with her the first time.

  I gently worked Angie to another orgasm and, after washing my hands in the sink, got the shampoo bottle and finished off by washin
g her hair. Pulling the plug, I lifted her up out of the tub, setting her down on the comfy mat.

  Holding her tight, I got a towel to wrap around her. She stood still, letting me pat her down with the Egyptian cotton. Wrapping her in a fresh robe, I led her out into the living room.

  “Sit down,” I said, taking her over to the couch.

  “Yes sir,” she said, dropping like a stone.

  “You are going to eat.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “What would you like?”

  “Anything you want to make, sir.”

  Just what I liked to hear. I didn’t know if she ate meat, so I kept things safely vegetarian: a thick mushroom soup with a side of naan bread. I could hear her starting to sniff the air before it was done. I had a winner.

  “You are going to eat,” I said, putting the tray down on the coffee table.

  “Of course, sir.”

  “I don’t just mean now. Every day. Three times a day. You will eat. Or you will be disciplined.”

  “I understand, sir.”

  “When you are finished, join me in your bedroom.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I didn’t have to wait long. I was seated on the chair in Angie’s room when she came in.

  “Did you do your dishes?”

  “I put them in the sink.”

  “Wash them next time.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Come here.”

  Angie came over, standing in front of me, the robe moving slightly around her legs. Reaching out, I untied the belt, letting the robe fall around her.

  “Turn around and bend over.”

  She obeyed, turning so she was facing the wall and bending at the waist so deeply she was touching the ground without bending her knees. I was impressed by her flexibility.

  Giving her a gentle spank, meant more as a pat of approval, I grabbed her ass with both hands, making her yelp breathlessly; and buried my face between her thighs, devouring her delicious little pussy. She nearly screamed with bliss, tremors of pleasure wracking her curvy, young body.

  “Fuck yeah,” I groaned, holding myself back from being overcome with pleasure myself. “Cum for me. Cum for your boss.”

  It only took her a few seconds to follow my directions and cum. The orgasm rattled through her like a low-level earthquake.

  When she was ready, I stroked the outside of her pussy before slipping three fingers deep inside. She let out a loud cry of surprise and reached between her legs to try and spread herself open, as I put my other hand on the small of her back to hold her lower half still as I finger-fucked her. I would have tried for four, but I wasn’t sure she was quite ready for that.

  Although I planned to try fisting her by the time the lockdown was over.

  Angie came so hard I thought she might collapse. I grabbed her by the hips with both hands to keep her steady before scooping her up easily into my arms. With her cuddled against me, I took Angie over to the bed.

  Cleaning her up a bit with the wet wipes, I tucked her in, kissing her on the forehead before slipping out.

  “That’s a good pet,” I told her, very pleased with our progress so far.

  Chapter Eight

  Angie

  It was like starvation after a feast. Vik had been so wonderful and made me feel so good. but he was back to his disappearing act by the time I woke up. Figuring that was just his process, I went to my computer to see what he had for me to do. The list was more than twice as long as it had been yesterday.

  To add insult to injury, he had EAT LUNCH!!!! written in bold and double underlined. As if I could have forgotten. To be fair, though, I was on my third wallet of the year, so maybe he had a point.

  I had to wonder if it was some kind of test. The tasks he had set me, in addition to being more than plentiful, were some of the hardest shit I’ve ever had to do.

  I almost considered for a second that it might be part of some kind of punishment or something that got him off, before remembering how much I was being paid and how important and involved the project we were working on was. What he had given me could very well be what he didn’t have time to do.

  He was probably already working his ass off on elements that were every bit as hard, if not harder. I grinned a bit, the word “hard” immediately bringing up fantasy images of Vik’s huge, hard cock. Shaking my head to clear it, I did my best to get into the zone and start work on the task at hand.

  Lunch time came around. I knew because I had set an alarm on my phone so I wouldn’t skip it again. Leaving the computer for the first time in hours, I heated and ate not only that day’s breakfast and lunch, but the lunch from the day before as well. Just in case he counted.

  Stuffed but happy, I brewed a pod’s worth of coffee and went back to the salt mines, trying to remind myself how much I loved programming, something I’d been doing since before I got my first bra.

  The sun was long gone by the time I finished. The lamps in the living room turned on by themselves when their sensors registered the dying of the light, refusing to go gently into that good night. My back was a wreck and my pussy actually ached from the lack of attention, but I still felt satisfied and even proud to have risen to the challenge. Even with the dull throbbing assaulting my head.

  “Angie! Come here!” Vik called from his office.

  I jumped up so fast that I banged my knee on the underside of the desk and limped my way down the corridor, wondering what new things he had planned for me. I stood in the middle of the room in the clothes he had selected that morning, hands behind my back, awaiting his direction.

  “Come here,” he said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I went over to his chair and stood in front of him as he turned to face me. I could already see the bulge in his pants. It was really flattering to know that I turned him on so much.

  He slowly rose to his full height, towering over me by nearly two feet. Taking me by the hips, he bent me over the desk.

  Lifting the back of my skirt, identical to the one he had me wear the day before, Vik pulled my hands behind my back, holding both of my wrists in one of his huge hands. That was when the handcuffs came out, appearing from one of the many drawers in his desk. Vik had to go down to the third-smallest size to fit them securely around my wrists. I didn’t struggle, knowing it would just make things “worse.”

  I also didn’t mind being handcuffed. At least not by Vik.

  Stroking his hand over my bare ass, Vik pulled his chair up and sat down behind me. He gently spread my pussy lips with his thumbs and then dove in, licking me until I screamed. Vik somehow always seemed to know just where to touch me to make me absolutely explode.

  He brushed his hand along my back under my shirt as I came down. The tremors took several minutes to subside. He wasn’t finished yet, though.

  The sound of another drawer followed by the familiar buzz of a vibrator. My hands still cuffed behind my back, I could only watch as he spread my wet pussy and slid the vibrator, set on low, all the way inside me, positioned so the smaller bit at the top could do its work on my clit.

  Yet another drawer and the fwip of a plastic lid being flipped open. Then something cold and rubber being pressed up against my asshole. It took a moment to realize that it was a butt plug, something I had only ever seen in pictures, and it was already slipping deep inside me. Deeper than I ever would have thought possible. So deep in my ass that I could feel the flat base pressing against me, stretching me out.

  Taking hold of the vibrator, Vik worked it in and out of me, easing me into it slowly at first, before steadily building in intensity until he was pounding it into my pussy, the pleasure only amplified by the massive amount of new stimulation in my asshole.

  I never knew anything could feel so good. Tears of passion started to roll down my cheeks.

  “Mmmmm,” I moaned. “It feels so good, Boss. Mmmmm.”

  My pussy felt like it was on fire. Pleasure was rolling through all my nerve endings.

  J
ust as he got me right to the edge of the most beautiful orgasm I had ever had, he stopped.

  He didn’t take the vibrator or the butt plug out, but he stopped fucking me. Leaving me hanging just long enough for me to start coming down before pounding me back to the brink and then stopping again.

  It wasn’t until the third time that he finally let me cum. I honestly thought I might pass out from sheer jubilation. I wasn’t quiet about it either, figuring there was no one around to hear me but Vik. And hear it he should. I wanted him to know what he did to me. How absolutely amazing he made me feel.

  Carefully removing the vibrator, he cleaned it off with some wet wipes he had close to hand and placed it back in the drawer. Pulling my skirt back down but not taking out the butt plug, he hit the quick release on the handcuffs and put those away too.

  “Leave it in overnight,” he said, sliding the drawers closed. “Come to me in the morning before starting work and I will take it out. Don’t try to take it out before then or you might hurt yourself.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Satisfied with my response, Vik picked me up and carried me to bed, careful to put me down on my side.

  Gently undressing me, he tucked me in and left, turning out the light as he went.

  I fell asleep thinking about how much I was starting to love him.

  Chapter Nine

  Vik

  I woke up with Angie’s ecstatic moans still ringing in my head. She was coming along faster than I had thought she would. I was even thinking about maybe trying to fuck her today. I never would have considered that if she hadn’t taken the vibrator so well.

  Angie wasn’t in her bed when I went to get her and retrieve the butt plug. Instead I found her lying on the couch in the living room.