Under His Influence (Love Under Lockdown Book 27)

by Jamie Knight

  Scooping me up again, he delivered me into the sling section and secured my wrists and ankles in the cuffs provided.

  “It’s mostly for security,” he explained.

  He really didn’t have to explain himself, since he was the master after all, but it was still good to know. Not that I minded if he was tying me up for the fun of it.

  He threw my thighs apart and knelt between them, burying his face in my pussy and devouring the most sensitive parts of me.

  Pleasure ripped through me and I gasped and writhed as Seth rapidly brought me to a huge orgasm, much like all the others he had blessed me with. Despite the repetition, the feeling was in no way losing its appeal.

  When I was ready, Seth took out his rock hard cock and rolled on a condom, lowering the swing slightly, so he could slide inside me.

  “Oh, thank you, sir!” I moaned, as he pushed his big cock inside me. “Yes, master, please don’t stop.”

  “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, as his cock went all the way in. “Your tight little pussy feels so good. I love to fuck this tiny wet hole of yours.”

  I couldn’t move much, but if anything, that made me even hotter. I liked being totally under his control and for his pleasure. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me and would always make sure it felt good for me true. I trusted him entirely.

  Putting his hands on my shoulder to push me down to the right height, my master fucked me— gently at first, until I got used to the feeling of his massive cock working deep inside me, and then harder. His magnificent member was pounding inside my wet pussy until I was nearly screaming from the huge orgasm that rippled through me.

  He made me come again and again, before finally I felt him stiffening and swelling inside me, his breath and his thrusts coming quicker as he approached his own release.

  He let out a primal growl as he poured himself into me, and I shuddered in pleasure at the sound, still breathless and wrung out from my own desire.

  I’d never imagined anything, let alone everything, could be this good.

  And I never wanted lockdown to end.

  Chapter Eight - Seth

  It was a vision of which I would never get tired. The angel to my side looking every bit the celestial part. And she was in my bed. As opposed to being cuffed at the foot of it.

  Jonna had been so good that I decided to reward her by having her sleep with me in my bed. There was no sex— that was all done in the playroom.

  Generally, in my house, the playroom was for play, the office was for work, the gym was for working out, and the bedroom was for sleep. That was the way I wanted it, and the way I usually kept it.

  What happened that first morning was a rare example of me breaking my own rules. And rule-breaking turned out to be something Jonna inspired me to do with some regularity. Pushing down my baser instincts, I took her in my arms and kissed the back of her neck until she began to stir.

  “Good morning, pet.”

  “Good morning, master,” she replied, rubbing her eyes with the ball of her hand.

  “Sleepy?”

  “A little, not too bad.”

  My hand slid down to her pussy, cupping it gently.

  “Oh!” she gasped, adorably.

  “How about a little pick-me-up?” I asked.

  “Yes, please!”

  I turned Jonna onto her side, so that she was facing me, my hand firmly on her pussy the entire time. I kissed her soft lips and ran my fingers through her long, beautiful hair as I massaged her luscious lips and then rubbed her hard little clit, bringing her every bit closer to the edge of orgasm. I loved watching her face change as the tension built, loved knowing I was causing it all.

  “Are you getting close?” I asked her.

  I knew she was, not in the least by the way her pussy walls were squeezing my fingers as I worked her two knuckles deep.

  “Yes!” she blurted, closer than ever. “Yes, master, I’m cumming!”

  I kissed her as she finished, Jonna returning my affection with surprising but pleasant passion. It was nice to know she was into it as I was. Technically, I was meant to be in control, but it was best that things were mutual.

  “Thank you, master!” my darling pet panted, her cheeks aflame with passion.

  “You’re welcome, pet,” I said touched by her pleasure.

  “Is there anything I can do for you?” she asked, eyes glittering.

  I loved her eagerness to please me.

  “Well, now that you ask, my cock does seem to be in need of a good sucking.”

  Without missing a beat, Jonna dove under the duvet, and had my cock in her mouth in record time, sucking the throbbing head like it was the most delicious candy. I gathered her hair and held it tight, gently taking control of her head movements to make sure she didn’t hurt herself.

  I’d noticed that she could get away from herself when really excited. Such was that aforementioned eagerness to please.

  As she sucked me off, I took Jonna by the hips and shifted her over a bit, so I could eat her pussy at the same time, in our first time doing the classic 69. The soft hums she made in response to having her pussy licked by me only made what she was doing to my cock feel all the better.

  It was little surprise then, that we happened to cum in unison, the familiar orgasmic shake overtaking Jonna at the same instant my load filled her mouth, my darling pet managing to swallow it all down that time.

  “Would you like to try being on top?” I asked, after we’d both had time to catch our breath.

  “Okay, help me?”

  “Of course, my darling.”

  With perfect cooperation on her part, I positioned Jonna so that she was straddling me, and slid the head of my cock inside her. Getting the idea from there, she placed both hands on my shoulders and sank down the length of my shaft.

  I honestly didn’t think she would make it but, soon enough, her soft pussy lips were pressing lightly against the base of my cock.

  “You okay, pet?” I asked her.

  “Yes, master,” she whispered, her face the picture of ecstasy.

  “Good girl.”

  My hands on her sides, mostly for steering purposes, Jonna started to bounce. Awkwardly at first, until she found the right balance, picking up in both speed and intensity, gaining in confidence until she was bouncing on my cock like a pro. The issue with this approach, delightful as it could be, was that she tended to get worn out a lot quicker.

  This was a lesson Jonna learned quickly as well as the hard way, all but crashing onto my chest while panting a lot. Taking a moment to cuddle and kiss her, I ran my hands down her back to maintain contact and took her by the hips.

  Kissing her cheek, I started to move my hips, my cock, which was still deep inside her as it happened, moving lightly between her tender pussy lips. I was coaxing a barrage of soft moans from deep within her, each instance muffled by her proximity to my chest.

  Building up to a steady fuck, I finished up where she started, bringing sweet Jonna to a shaking orgasm, holding my own back.

  Jonna wouldn’t stand for that, however, getting my cock immediately out of her pussy and into her mouth, sucking for all she was worth, which was quite a bit indeed, until she had drawn my load into her mouth and swallowed every drop. I’d never felt like more of a switch in my life, but I kind of liked it.

  I made her look at me, partly to reassert my dominance.

  What I saw on her face was something very close to love.

  I know what that’s like now, too, I thought, and then told my brain to shut up.

  “What do you say to some breakfast?” I asked, mostly as a distraction from the feelings flooding my own chest.

  “Thank you, master.”

  “Good answer.”

  I was still dressed from the day before. Despite my reputation as a libertine, I was never known to let anyone see me fully naked. Only the parts that were absolutely required for the activity at hand.

  I co
uld only barely remember the last time anyone had seen me with my shirt off. To be fair, I’d been on an operating table at the time and under some pretty heavy sedation.

  “Where are we going, master?” Jonna asked, as I led her from the master bedroom.

  “To find you some clothes.”

  “Clothes?”

  “You know, those things you use to cover yourself?”

  “Yes, master.”

  “I’m giving you a break for the day. No work or other duties. It is important to have some time away from training, of both kinds. I’ve been pushing you hard.”

  “I can handle it, master,” she insisted.

  “This is for your own good. Don’t fight me on this, or I will have to spank you.”

  “Yes, master.”

  Her eyes widened and I felt bad about causing her to feel any fear. Still, I couldn’t have her insisting on doing things I knew she wasn’t ready for. I appreciated her dedication, but she was still pretty new to all of this and I didn’t want to risk breaking her while trying to break her in.

  She had certainly packed light, making the selection process both easier and more difficult at the same time, the selection getting even narrower when we took the weather into account.

  After she was dressed in a plain, cotton underwear set with a pair of jean shorts and a T-shirt, which happened to be the very same Autumn Corrosion tour tee that she’d worn to the first interview, we went down for breakfast.

  I didn’t carry Jonna; she walked of her own accord. I knew it was a sudden change, but I had to make sure she knew she still had a will of her own. Otherwise, giving it to me would mean nothing. At least nothing good. I was not the sort to take advantage.

  “What would you like?” I asked her.

  “Whatever you make, master,” Jonna moped, sitting at the table.

  “Call me Seth.”

  “Really?”

  “For today, yes.”

  “Okay.”

  The way she said it was technically giving her agreement, but there was something that rang wrong about it. A sadness I wasn’t sure about.

  I’d seen it happen before, especially with newbies. They get so steeped in the dynamic that losing it could be like withdrawal. I was more certain than ever that I had done the right thing by insisting on a break.

  “Hey,” I told her.

  She looked towards me, but then away again. Before I could lose her gaze, I caught her chin and made her look at me.

  “Hey,” I said, more softly. “I still like doing this with you, okay? We just need a break, so we don’t get too lost in things. The dynamic is great but it can’t be everything. There can be too much of a good thing.”

  I gently stroked her face, and she didn’t pull away, instead pressing her cheek into my palm.

  “Okay,” she said, not as sad this time.

  All of a sudden, though, the peace we had made with each other was broken like shattered glass.

  “Honey, I’m home!”

  The door slam that followed the dreaded declaration might as well have been a nuclear bomb going off. I stood frozen as the boots clomped through the living room, my worst nightmare coming toward the kitchen.

  “What’s the matter?” Clara asked, strolling into the kitchen like she owned the place, “aren’t you glad to see me?”

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Is that any way to welcome— oh, and who is this? My goodness, Seth, your tarts really are getting younger all the time. What grade are you in, sweetheart?”

  “She’s none of your concern,” I said, unprovoked.

  “That’s a matter of opinion.”

  Jonna made a break for the door, grabbing her purse which was still beside it from when she’d first arrived.

  “Wait—” I called after her, but it was too late.

  She was gone.

  And I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see her again, lockdown or not.

  All thanks to evil Clara.

  Chapter Nine - Jonna

  I had no car.

  Fuck.

  The motorcycle?

  Yeah, right, and end up road pizza.

  I wasn’t even allowed to be outside, strictly speaking. The city was on lockdown and I was breaking the law by stepping out of the door.

  Not that I exactly gave a shit, given the circumstances. Whatever was going on in the house clearly posted much more of a danger than anything COVID could throw at me, in the immediate timeframe, anyway. I dug through my purse and got my mask, thinking that it was better to be safe than sorry.

  Except I was sorry. About the whole entire thing. And going by the sounds that came from the other side of the door, so would Seth be, soon, if he wasn’t already.

  Who was that lady?

  That was what I wanted to know but I didn’t have the nerve to ask him or the desire to stick around for any drama. I just got out of there as quickly as I could, but I was still plagued with questions.

  Was he cheating on me with her, or, more likely, on her with me?

  They looked to be about the same age.

  He hadn’t seemed very happy to see her, but then, he wouldn’t be, would he? Not if he was caught screwing around.

  Still, it didn’t sit right.

  As I far as I knew, Seth didn’t really do relationships, in the traditional sense. The chances of him having a wife were nil. I would have heard about that.

  She could have been a girlfriend.

  Whatever was going on, I knew I had to get away quickly. Otherwise things were going to get really bad really fast.

  As I was looking for my mask, I found the letter that Harrison, the nurse, had written for me.

  Well, that was an upside.

  At least if I got caught on the street after lockdown, I wouldn’t be arrested instantly.

  The letter combined with the mask would probably get me off with a warning and an order to go home.

  If only it was that simple, though.

  Who knew how things would turn out, being that this was an unprecedented pandemic?

  I was really stuck in a dilemma now, about how to best get home.

  Why the hell hadn’t I brought my car?

  A cab was out of the question, as were the buses. None of them would be running because of the lockdown.

  I didn’t have any friend close enough to accept all the weirdness of this situation, at least not without question or judgement.

  No, there was only one person I could think of to call in such a situation. I just hoped she was back from back East.

  “Hey sis, what’s good?” my sister Stephanie asked as soon as she picked up my call.

  “Not much at the moment,” I confessed, trying to sound upbeat about it.

  “Oh no, what happened?”

  “It’s kind of a long story. Are you back in town?”

  “Yeah, for a couple of days now. Where are you?”

  “At a friend’s house,” I replied lamely. “Are you sure you want to break the lockdown?”

  “Do you really think I give a shit when my baby sister is in trouble?”

  I couldn’t really tell Stephanie where I was, due to not knowing, myself, but I remembered seeing a street number on the way in, which had had a gas station near it. I gave her that one small piece of identifying information about my location and apologized that I didn’t know of anything more.

  “I’ll find it,” she said. “Just get your ass down there, and I’ll be right there.”

  I wanted to thank her, but she’d already hung up. I knew the distance she had to travel to get to me was unknown, so it was best if I got going, anyway.

  Stephanie was waiting for me when I arrived, trudging down the hill like I had iron in my pockets. It really was a lot longer than I had first reckoned.

  “You look like shit,” she told me.

  “Thanks, I feel like it.”

  “Let’s get you inside.”


  “Okay.”

  “When did you get this agreeable?” Stephanie asked, with an acid edge.

  “That’s another long story.”

  I didn’t feel like going home. It was silly, but I didn’t want to be alone. I was still too shaken up.

  There were so many questions running a full-on riot in my mind that I was at risk of getting a headache. Stephanie’s sister-sense must have been running at full power, though, luckily.

  She took me to her place, making sure to lock the door behind us. She was on the tenth floor, so I felt perfectly safe.

  “You look like you could use a drink,” she told me.

  “Actually—”

  I almost said, ‘I don’t drink any more,’ but something about the way Stephanie looked at me made me reconsider uttering those words.

  Aside from our parents, she was the one I trusted most to know what was best for me. Even better than I did, sometimes.

  She had known me my whole life, after all, and I wasn’t always known for making the best decisions. Like when I died my hair pink because I thought it would look cute, or when I went camping alone in the back country, blissfully ignorant about how to bear-proof a campsite.

  Both of which pale in comparison to my choice of major. Dad was pretty cool about it, but Mom actually cried, certain I would end up starving on the street. If only she knew about my current circumstances— but of course, I couldn’t tell her. I could only tell Stephanie.

  “Okay, spill,” Stephanie said, putting a glass of red wine for each of us on the glass coffee table.

  “I’m not really sure where to begin; it’s kind of a twist.”

  “The beginning is usually a good idea.”

  “Okay, well remember when I was 12?”

  “Going back that far, are we?”

  Stephanie always did have a knack for cutting through some bullshit. It was a characteristic that was seen as admirable in an adult but that got her sent to the principal’s office a lot as a kid.

  “I just meant when I first discovered Suspicious Activity Records.”

  “Oh yeah, that label started by that musician you liked.”