by Jamie Knight
"Faster,” he says through gritted teeth.
I slide him in my mouth, faster and faster, until I can feel his cum, warm inside of me. I look at him and swallow. He stares at me, open-mouthed.
I stand up and look at him. Now, I'm embarrassed.
"Sorry. It was just the heat of the moment, and I wanted to try it,” I say.
He grabs me and hugs me tightly.
Afterwards, we take turns washing each other and relaxing under the water. When we are done in the shower, I dress in my comfy sweats. I offer him my robe, and he compliments me on how soft it is.
Afterwards, we listen to music together. I clean up the living room again, and then challenge him to another video game, which happily agrees to. After playing for a while, I start distracting him with kisses.
He laughs and pins me to the couch, climbing on top of me and sliding into me again. I wrap my legs around him. I don't think I'll ever get tired of doing this. I feel myself losing control and I cum again. He kisses me gently before sliding out of me.
"But, what about you?" I ask.
He shakes his head.
"I just want to take care of you,” he replies.
My heart melts. I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight. After a few minutes, I let him go, and we resume playing video games. This is the best night I have ever had. I tell him that, and we both smile happily at each other.
"Me too,” he says.
We both fall asleep, cuddling on the couch. I wake in the middle of the night and watch him. I can't believe how lucky I am, that I actually ended up with him. I kiss his lips, and he moans in his sleep.
I give him a little smile before scooting as close as I can to him and going back to sleep. I never imagined that anyone could make me feel this happy. I'm so lucky, probably the luckiest woman in the world. At least, I feel like I am. I know I'm probably smiling in my sleep.
Epilogue - Chris
Six Months Later
This has been a crazy six months. The most enjoyable part was Stacey and I being able to date all throughout the summer and fall. We were happy and delighted when the pandemic restriction eased up, and we both received an email that the schools would be opening again.
Stacey hugged me when she read that, saying, "I can't wait to see the kids again."
I smiled and replied, "Me too."
I genuinely meant it. I really enjoy my job.
A few days later, Stacey is sitting at the kitchen table, looking through housing listings online. We made the decision to buy a house at the beginning of the year. It's getting kind of cramped, living in her apartment. I have already gotten rid of my place.
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her. I gently kiss the top of her head. She looks up at me and smiles.
"I have something to tell you," I say.
"Ok,” she says, turning away from her computer to face me.
I sit in the chair next to her.
"Remember how I said that you wouldn't be my TA anymore, and that you would be getting a promotion?" I ask.
She thinks for a minute, then nods.
"Well, I spoke to the school district…”
I pull out an email that I had printed it out. She looks at me, confused.
"Read it out loud.”
She takes the paper from me.
"’We are pleased to inform you that history will be taught jointly by our exceptional teachers, Mr. Chris Winston and Ms. Stacey Mikhailov, at the start of the school year.’"
She cries out happily, leaning forward to hug me tightly. I hug her back. "Oh, thank you! This is the best news ever!”
I smile. "I'm glad. You more than deserved this,” I say.
She lets go of me and looks at the paper once more. I smile as I watch her; she looks so beautiful and adorable right now. I decide to take things further and do something extra special.
"Excuse me, Miss Stacey?" I ask.
She looks up at me, puzzled.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"I was wondering if I could take you on that coffee date, since the coffee shop near here is open now?" I ask.
It takes her a few seconds to get it. She giggles and blushes before going along with it.
"Well, I need to get ready. How about I meet you at the front door in 30 minutes?" she asks.
"Sounds like a plan," I say with a wink.
She kisses me before running off to get ready.
I smile and clean up the room before going to the bathroom to freshen up. Afterwards, I sit on the couch to wait.
Thirty minutes later, she walks to the front door. She smells clean and fresh. She's dressed for the warm weather in a cute sundress and sandals. She grabs her purse and keys.
"Miss Stacey, you look lovely," I say as I open the door for her.
"Thank you, Mr. Winston. You look very handsome today," she says as we walk outside.
She reaches for my hand as we walk. It's a nice day outside, so we walk all the way to the coffee shop. I open the door for her and pull out her chair.
"Such a gentleman," she says.
"Well, this is a first date," I say as I go to get our coffees.
Afterwards, I sit across from her. We sip our coffees and look out the window. She sighs happily.
"I couldn't picture today being any better," she says.
"I agree. Except, there is one thing I want to do differently about this first date," I say.
"What's that?" she asks curiously.
"I want to take you home right away to hit that. Now that I think about it, I wish I had done that then, too," I say, smiling.
She laughs and sips her coffee. "You know, it’s funny," she says after a moment.
"What is?" I ask her.
"Well, the way we met and started our relationship was very unusual, but I don't regret it," she says.
I look at her in surprise.
"In fact, I love it, and I wouldn't change a thing about it."
She goes back to drinking her coffee.
"I'm really happy to hear you say that," I say, getting up from the table. She watches me curiously, and her eyes widen with shock as I get down on one knee in front of her.
“Ms. Stacey Mikhailov?" I ask her.
"Yes, Mr. Chris Winston?" she says, her voice quivering with emotion.
"These past six months have been the best of my life. The only thing that could make them better is if you agreed to be my wife.” I pull a box from my pocket and open it.
"Oh, Chris, yes!"
I put the ring on her finger. She rushes to wrap her arms around me. We hug each other tight and kiss. People around us in the coffee shop clap. I let Stacey go and she brushes away her tears.
"Let's go,” she whispers softly.
"But, what about our coffees?" I ask.
"Just leave it,” she says.
She grabs me by the hand and pulls me out the door. We hurry down the sidewalk and back to her apartment. She grabs the keys and opens the door.
As soon as we are inside, her lips are on mine. I close the door. We walk backwards down the hall to the bedroom, pulling off our clothes as we go.
“I can’t wait to be Mrs. Winston,” she says. “And not just because I can finally ditch my long and cumbersome last name.”
“I heard it’s a mouthful,” I tell her. “And I still remember when I gave you mouthful of something in the shower.”
“Oh, my God, you heard me say that?” she gasps. “And you took it that way, too? I was hoping you weren’t paying attention!”
“Of course I did,” I tell her. “And I saw you blush. I was just pretending not to pay attention because I didn’t want it to be obvious how much I wanted you. It wasn’t very professional of us.”
“It certainly wasn’t,” she laughs. “But it all worked out in the end.”
“It sure did.”
She lies naked on the bed and I enjoy staring at her curvy body. I climb on top of her without hesitation. I love that she has such a voracious se
xual appetite.
I'm already inside of her. Her arms are up over her head. I love that because it pushes her breasts out even more. I take one in my hand and squeeze it, and I take the other one’s nipple into my mouth and suck on it.
“Mmmm,” she moans, arching her back. “That feels so good.”
I bite it just a little bit, and she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, her pussy gets even wetter. I thrust harder and rougher. I'm so turned on because she's so into it.
I flash back again to when she gave me the blowjob in the shower. That was shocking. I'm even more turned on. I continue to suck her nipples and bite them a bit and make her moan. I love that I am her one and only.
Her body was taken by me and belongs to me.
When I see my big, hard cock pushing in and out of her little, wet, pussy hole, stretching it to the max, I’m in Heaven. I twist one of her nipples in my hand while sucking on the other one.
“Yes, Chris, yes!” she shouts out. “That feels so good. I’m cumming.”
“Fuck yeah,” I tell her. “Cum on my dick while it’s inside your pussy.”
“You’re stuffing me so full,” she moans, throwing her head back and moaning in ecstasy. “You fill me up to the brim and it feels so good.”
“Yeah, I pound that little pussy hard and cram it full, because it belongs to me,” I tell her.
“Yes,” she says. “Yes, it does.”
I fuck her harder and harder until I cum in her, crying out her name. I start to hope I put a baby in her; I’d love for us to be parents together.
We lay there in each other's arms. Both of us are unable to move or speak.
"That was intense,” she says finally.
I'm worried that I was too rough, but when I look at her, she's smiling. I truly feel like this woman is my other half.
I wrap my arms around her and say, “I love you so much.”
“I love you, my fiancé,” she says happily. “Thanks for always taking care of me.”
“Of course, my love. Any time. That’s part of my job, you know.”
We lie there, kissing until we fall asleep.
THE END
Under Strict Orders
Love Under Lockdown, Book 3
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter One - Vik
IMPENDING SHUTDOWN OF BUSINESSES...
The governors’ order flashed on my TV. Suddenly, I found myself facing a lockdown of my business offices, and the lack of a “pet” for my normal proclivities.
I suppose I shouldn’t say “suddenly.” It was a long time coming. The warning signs had been popping up like whack-a-mole since Christmas and the bastards in power were threatening extreme measures.
Locking down an entire city seemed like a bit of an overreaction at first. We did have a business to run, after all, and I would have liked to have seen the powers that be run anything without the help of the third-biggest Internet server in the Northern Hemisphere. Still though, I could understand their concerns.
I was going to have to find a way to meet the needs of my business and the needs of my kinky interests at the same time. It wasn’t like I could go to Club Lush, where I was used to procuring “pets.”
Where would I find someone who let me have my way with her?
And someone who could help me run the business while other employees weren’t able to work?
It dawned on me that the best place to look was among my current employee pool. I became determined to solve this dilemma ASAP.
I arrived at the office early, as I always did. The approaching 36-hour deadline before the city went into full lockdown, backed by the guns of the local police, had very little to do with it.
I really wasn’t worried. Not because I thought I was immune, but for far more logical, considered reasons.
The lockdown order only really applied to the city and other centers of so-called “civilization,” places where arbitrary laws had authorities to uphold them. This was exactly why I kept a piece of land with a luxury cottage in the nearby mountains. A completely private sale, the area, some 30 acres, was under no one’s jurisdiction but my own. It was fully equipped with solar panels for power and its own private Wi-Fi network, so I could just go up there to finish work on our current important project and wait out the hysteria.
I wouldn’t go up alone, though. I knew myself well enough to know that I would need to bring up an assistant, specifically a female one. Not so much for the human contact; I was fine with keeping my own company for long periods. It was part of how I had gotten as far as I had.
I mostly needed to bring the assistant for help on the project. It was a big job and would be too much for me to effectively do on my own, tech genius though I might be. She would need to have an Ivy League level of intelligence and the work ethic of an Irish dockhand. A tall order, to be sure, but still pale in comparison to my other requirements.
In addition to being a man of skill, with a good deal of business acumen, I also had particular needs, as I’ve alluded, that went above and beyond the professional ones that my assistants had to be able to assist with. And these were ones that, even if they were willing to perform in a non-professional capacity, many would not be able to meet.
I knew I could find such a candidate, even without the help of my beloved Club Lush, where previously I had even managed to find “pets” who could also serve as my assistants, it being best to kill two birds with one stone. The available pool was also getting noticeably smaller, though, in part due to my personal policy against repeat engagements, no matter how high the quality of a given assistant’s service.
These girls were not just assistants to me. They also acted as my partners in other activities. The usual term for what they were, at least the one preferred by me, was “pets.”
“Good morning, Mr. Hallgrimsson,” Mary said as I breezed past the reception desk, her eyes fixed firmly on the floor.
She never did look at me. It was some kind of mental block, I thought. As though if she gazed upon me, she would turn to stone or get horribly murdered.
It was pretty annoying, but a lot of women reacted that way. I didn’t think I was particularly mean-looking, but I towered over most of them by a good foot or more and had a permanently serious expression.
Mostly, I looked like a clean-shaven Viking in casual wear - my style at the time tended towards Mark Zuckerberg circa 2005. All in all, I didn’t look like the kind of person you would want to piss off or disappoint.
“Good morning, Mary,” I said, as kindly as I was able, still sounding like I was sending up praise to Odin after a glorious battle.
If I didn’t know better, I could have sworn that I saw the ghost of a smile play around the corners of her mouth and a hint of crimson touch her cheeks. I had the gut feeling that Mary was interested in me, in more than a professional capacity. I liked her fine, but she really wasn’t my type. Far too sweet and innocent.
Giving the matter of my assistant some serious thought, I decided to try what I had been thinking about doing, and “promoting” from within, so to speak. The firm I ran had a good pool of quality talent, highly educated, very capable women. Sure that among their number I could find what I required, I scrolled through the index, trying to guess at who had the look.
When you’ve been at it as long as I had, you learn to recognize the signs. I searched the faces of those pictured for any indication, finding none, though I did find quite a few very accomplished and dedicated employees who were also very beautiful.
I felt I should try to narrow the field down a bit before sending out the invite. But this did not seem to be an option in this instance, given the time constraints, so I decided to take a bit of a gamble.
Cuing up Thornography by the almighty Cradle of Filth - I had crazy taste in metal music - I set about composing a carefully worded missive that I would send t
o every prospect listed in the index and then go from there. I was careful to emphasize the ‘extra duties’ so no one could be caught too off-guard, and I made sure to mention the pay.
It was an important assignment and I wasn’t goofing around. The position offered a thousand dollars a day with a five-thousand dollar bonus no matter how many days it went on - money I could find in my couch cushions if I was honest.
I really wasn’t trying to buy a woman, though the financial compensation could be considered substantial by regular standards. The money genuinely was mostly for her work on the project and for being willing to go out onto a mountain for an undetermined amount of time.
It’s not something a lot of people had the ability to do on such short notice. The “extra duties” were exactly that and just another part of the assistance that I needed to be able to work effectively.
I had heard about the dangers of mixing business and pleasure, but if I paid any attention to conventional wisdom I never would have gone into computers. The consensus when I was growing up, at least among the alleged experts, had been that the Internet was just a fad and wouldn’t last.
So, here I was trusting my instincts to bring me the perfect assistant/pet to get me through this period of strict orders to work from home by the government. I just hoped it ended up working out as well as my career choice had.
Chapter Two - Angie
Of course there was a traffic jam. They occurred almost every day. One in the morning and one in the afternoon, like clockwork. They had become such a part of daily life in our area, in fact, that it had been nearly ten years since someone had died in a road-rage incident.
It wouldn’t have been so annoying had I not left my house in such good time. For once in a long while, I had woken up before my alarm and had gotten out the door in what I thought was plenty of time.