by Jamie Knight
Withdrawing his cock, he gave me his tongue instead, kissing me deeply as he played with my tender pussy, made tingly by his lovely attentions. I still wanted him to fuck me rough, but I was thrilled that he had finally taken my virginity. Everything had been perfect, and I wouldn't change a single detail.
As though reading my mind, Vik began cleaning us both off, and then turned me onto my side, bending my knees up to my chest. Leaving my hands above my head, he took another length of rope and carefully bound my ankles as well, leaving me completely helpless and at his mercy. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I watched with breathless anticipation as he took out a fresh butt plug, covering it in the same lube he had used to fuck me. Placing a gentle hand on my hip, he worked the butt plug into me, my asshole stretching a little more with every inch it went in, until I could feel the base pressing up against my ass cheeks.
Leaving the butt plug to fill me, he got on top of me, sliding his glorious cock right back deep into my pussy. Wrapping a hand around my neck, not squeezing hard enough to choke me but just enough for me to feel it, he completely savaged me, pounding my raw pussy roughly until I screamed out his name, actually feeling my face go bright red.
As I sobbed overwhelmed tears, he slowed down and then stopped, his cock all the way inside me, stretching me to the limit as my little virgin asshole stretched out at the same time.
He kissed my cheek and then moved to my mouth, muting my cries of pleasure and lovely pain down to a soft moan. I wondered if he might have cum inside me. As though in reply, he pulled out his cock and dumped his load over my ass.
After wiping me down again, he started the process of restoring me with my arms, slowly undoing and unwinding the ropes, the sensation returning to my muscles. Then my legs, freeing me entirely from my bonds.
I was filling up with mixed emotions. It was nice to be able to move freely again, but I had also liked being under his control. There was a security in that that I wasn't used to feeling.
Spreading my ass, he carefully eased the butt plug out of my hole, having learned a lesson about leaving it in me overnight, and possessively stroked the outside of my stretched-out asshole with his thumb. He held me close and kissed me tenderly as I recovered. Somehow I found the strength within me to be able to return his love.
When I was ready again, he took the bottle of lube again and applied it to us both, first slathering it on his cock before slicking up my asshole. Taking me by the hips, he turned me over onto my belly and then pulled me up into doggy position, meeting absolutely no resistance from me.
Keeping a hand on the small of my back, he slipped the head of his cock into my wide-open asshole with little effort. He was a true master of what he did and had prepared me very well.
He pushed in further, the pressure increasing with each passing inch, but it still didn't hurt. It was intense, to be sure, but I still absolutely loved it as much as I had thought I would.
Then he started moving. A little more than half of his gorgeous cock was buried deep inside my asshole. It hurt a little, but not enough for me to make too much of a fuss. I mostly just bit my lip and let him fuck me, trusting that he knew what he was doing.
Indeed he did. The more he moved, the more I stretched and the better it felt. Vik slowly increased his speed, building up to a steady rhythm, making me moan loudly. Especially when he reached around and played with my pussy at the same time.
He slipped four fingers almost all the way into my well-prepared cunt. I had begun to suspect that he was working up to fisting me. Not that I minded at all. I was more than willing to let him do anything he wanted to try.
I collapsed to the mattress of his bed, panting and moaning wildly, his cock still well inside my ass and his fingers still stroking my pussy. He coaxed me to yet another orgasm with his fingers, one that was only made stronger by the awe-inspiring feeling of his huge cock filling up my tiny virgin asshole. My shudders were followed by the exquisite gush of his thick warm cum flooding me deep inside.
“Yes,” Vik said. “Good pet. Yes.”
Vik pulled out and guided me down onto my side, kissing me tenderly. Gently cleaning us both, he pulled up the blankets and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Epilogue
Vik
It’s funny what you pay attention to. Angie had stopped wearing the clothes I put out for her. With my permission, of course.
Her logic was actually quite sound. She had said that she wanted to be available to me whenever I wanted her, something that would be a lot easier if she just wore the robes instead.
It had been several weeks, and we were finally finished with the project, to great success, and had spent several days celebrating. Moving through the kitchen, clad in nothing but the towel around my waist, I assembled a tray for Angie.
I figured she deserved a breakfast in bed and didn’t feel right about having her try to walk just yet. I had really put her through the wringer as of late, although her screams of joy kept letting me know that she was loving every minute of it.
Even so, there were a few things that we had yet to fully explore. I was saving those for a special occasion. Putting one last item onto the tray, I carried it back into the bedroom.
Angie was still in the fetal position when I got back. We had found it was the best recovery position for her after a good rough fucking. Particularly one without lube, which we had slowly phased out, though we still used it for anal.
Setting the tray down on the night-table, I crawled into bed with her, taking her into my arms and kissing her on the cheek.
“I love you, master,” she murmured, having gotten some of her strength back.
“I love you too, pet,” I answered.
Holding her while she started feeling better, I helped Angie up into a sitting position and started hand-feeding her from the tray. My sweet little pet eagerly opened her mouth for each morsel, gently sucking on my fingers as I pulled them away.
Finally, when all the food was gone, we were left with the last thing on the tray. Picking up the small black box, I held it up for her to see. She seemed to know immediately what it was. At least if the tears were anything to go by.
“Angela Weiss, I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love another person. I don't know what I would do without you. Will you be my wife?”
“Yes, sir!” Angie screamed through her tears, literally throwing herself at me in what could only be called an attack-hug.
It was at that moment that my phone buzzed.
The lockdown had been lifted and everyone had 24 hours before they could return to their homes.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“I am home.”
Angie
I never wanted to leave. Eating, sleeping, working, and fucking, always knowing that Vik had everything under control, was a very appealing prospect, though not one the realist in me would allow to stand as an option. It was all just too perfect to last forever.
I also thought about the people who might miss me back in my old life. Eventually, I let Vik coax me out of my fantasy world in the luxury cabin on the beautiful mountain with the man of my dreams and back down into regular life.
He made sure I knew this was on the understanding that I would be living with him at his house, and that our physical location, and our impending nuptials, were the only things about our relationship that would significantly change.
We even signed a contract. Nothing too serious. Just something in writing to remind us of where we stood, as master and pet.
It turned out that Sara had only been half right. Vik did go through quite a few pets. Most of them had been short-term. “Dabblers,” I think he called them, and himself, back then. But he was capable of attaching to one for the long-term: me.
The wedding was in the spring. It was a bit cliché, I know, but I liked to hold on to some of the old traditions. Even if our life together was going to be anything but conventional. We held it in the forest. It
seemed only fitting given the circumstance of our somewhat unusual courtship.
I stood under the arch of flowers with the Justice of the Peace. We hadn’t been able to decide between a German Orthodox minister and a Norse high priest, so we went with the secular option.
I waited as my great boss, dear master and loving soon-to-be husband made his way down the purple carpet laid on the grass between the rows of folding chairs holding our nearest and dearest. Five to a side, as per the new social-distancing rules.
We didn't bother with a reception. Vik had opened a tab at the local cocktail bar, and we left them there to talk amongst themselves, after saying goodbye to each of our parents and newly minted in-laws. Fortunately, they were getting along a lot better than we might have expected.
The hotel was close enough that it didn't take long to get to and fancy enough that it had the right degree of gravitas. Particularly impressive given that Vik was rich enough to buy not only that particular hotel but the entire chain.
After the fastest check-in I had ever seen, Vik only having to say his name in order to get the key, he scooped me up into his arms and whisked me up to our room, taking the stairs two by two to get there as fast as possible. I was desperate to get started on our honeymoon and it was obvious that Vik was too.
Our luggage was already there, Vik having had it delivered early for us. Two days early, actually, the manager holding the honeymoon suite until our arrival. My master had everything we would need in a single backpack. There were times that I still marveled at his pure efficiency.
Such was Vik's excitement that he didn't even tell me to undress. Taking my consent as a given -- although I had also sent some extremely clear cues that it was very much forthcoming -- Vik stripped me completely naked, like a kid opening a Christmas present, and devoured my aching little pussy like he had been waiting hours to do just that. To be fair, he had been.
I bucked and screamed under the blinding pleasure of his masterful tongue, trusting that the discretion of the hotel staff would hold.
I shook as I came, the headboard of the bed vibrating against the wall from the explosive energy. Vik kissed his way up the length of my body, holding me down by the wrists as he did so, like he knew I loved him doing.
My new husband flipped me over onto my belly; pulled my arms behind my back, being very careful with the position of the joints; and put on the hand cuffs. Then, bending my legs at the knees, he put on the ankle shackles, connecting them to the handcuffs with a strong chain. Hogtied and thrilled, I waited as Vik added the final element: a piece of duct tape over my mouth.
“Now I can have my way with my wife,” he said.
He started me off easy, fucking me roughly in my pussy, the butt plug already placed deep in my ass. His massive cock pumped into me at turbo speed, making me tremble and scream with pleasure. I was used to it by then, the act becoming only about connection, the binds and gag reinforcing the element of control.
“That’s right,” he said, slapping my ass as I screamed into the duct tape, silently. “You are mine to do what I want with.”
And he was right. Vik could do anything he wanted to me and we both knew it. He still found ways to surprise me. Such as coming inside my pussy. The feeling was even better than when he came in my ass.
As I processed the new sensation, he surprised me again by slipping his entire hand, up to the wrist, into my freshly fucked pussy. It felt a lot like it had the first time he had fucked me in the ass. A lot of pressure, but no actual pain, the feeling only getting better as my pussy stretched.
I was leaking juices all over the place. He was making me feel so wet and so good. It only took a little before I was open to the point that he was able to fist me to a massive orgasm.
Taking off his tux, he quickly cleaned us both off and returned to my pussy, gently this time, his intent clearly to get me relaxed for something else.
Something that no doubt involved my ass.
Fucking me until I was floating on a wave of unbridled ecstasy, only barely holding onto concrete, conscious thought, Vik removed the butt plug.
He had fucked me in the ass before, of course. Several times. Always gently, always making sure I felt amazing. Apparently, now that we were married, he wanted to push me even further, doing something special.
“We might not be under strict quarantine orders anymore,” he said, gruffly. “But you’re still under your boss’s orders. Your husband’s orders. Always.”
I groaned out my agreement.
Pressing the warm head of his cock against my stretched-out asshole like he always did, he rammed in farther than he ever had before. All the way, to the point that I could feel his pelvis pressing up against my ass.
Wrapping his big, warm hands around my feet in a show of true affection, Vik roughly fucked me deep in my asshole until I howled, the sound only muffled by the tape, which I suddenly understood the need for.
With the pain, though, came a rush of lust stronger than I had ever felt. I came like I had never cum before, before I felt him do the same, still while his cock was deep inside me.
He let me recover for a while, before he carried me to the bathroom, where he drew us up a bath. The water turned a familiar white as he added his usual potions. A cute yellow ducky floated on top.
My husband lowered me into the tub, before climbing in himself and wrapping his strong arms around me to hold me tight and comfort me. I was in heaven, like a pet sitting in its master’s lap, warm and adored.
Vik gently stroked my face, telling me silently how much he loved me. And I told him the same.
I was his.
Completely and forever.
THE END
Under Wraps
A Secret Baby Quarantine Office Romance
Love Under Lockdown, Book 7
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
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Chapter One - Damien
It was a terrible ruckus. My fist, coming down like the hammer of Mighty Thor, smashing into the cheap plastic casing of the digital alarm clock with the force of an army. A bit of an exaggeration, perhaps; I did have thespian blood traipsing through my veins, a trait which helped to no end when it came to my legal career.
I genuinely hated being roused before the sun was fully up. It went against my self-tailored religion; it was one of the very few things that did. I tended to go with my own sort of morality, understanding perfectly, certainly more than most, the difference between morals and ethics. Ethics were societal, arbitrarily imposed by people who think they know better than everyone else, which is a trait particularly found among politicians and the ultra-religious.
Morals, conversely, were a personal matter, decided on by each individual. The notion of being truly immoral indicates someone who is truly evil, unable to even recognize good enough to choose it over evil. Amorality, something I had been accused of more than once in my relatively short life, was really just bad decision-making.
I made a habit of taking things as they came, rather than following some rigid system of behaviour that will always work in every situation.
Sliding off my silk sheets – something even easier than it sounds – I hobbled into the en suite, tastefully tiled in white marble. There was a time I used to jerk off in the shower, the warm water making my skin even more sensitive… Then, I discovered girls, and the effort seemed rather worthless.
A lot of the guys at the firm had drivers, despite the fact that none of them actually owned limos. The sight of a suited and capped chauffeur standing alongside a fiery apple-red Audi did not have quite the same impact, which was one of the plethora of reasons I drove myself, traffic jams be damned.
Meeting with such a fate, despite the early hour, I settled in for the long wait, having been driving long enough to know there was absolutely nothing anyone could do about it, aside from the crew working to clear the three-car pile-u
p that had caused it. It was not quite as surreal as the tanker truck of milk that had flipped on the freeway the month before (now, that was a mess), but it was a subtle indication that the universe might just be out to get me.
I pushed a button on the radio. A small beep emerged from the CD player. Within seconds, the confines of the Mercedes were filled with the delicate strains of classical piano.
I used to have sex in this car. It was a thrill, at first. The danger of it all. At one point, though, it got to be too much, not least because my bed was a damn sight more comfortable. I would occasionally get a blowjob en route, either to their place or mine, but that was where I drew the line.
I got more than enough sex, anyway. I couldn’t fully explain it, but women just seemed to come to me. I could flirt with the best of them; I never failed to coax a genuine laugh out of anyone I talked to, even at a funeral reception. That was likely part of it, as well as the fact that I was young, obscenely rich, absurdly well-educated, and wore charm like it was a fashionable hat.
What ever the reason, I was never alone at night if I didn’t want to be, sometimes getting two women in a single evening. Of course, with numbers like that, news of my proclivities traveled fast. Had I been the sort to give a shit about other peoples’ opinions of me, I might have been embarrassed.
As it was, I had long ago accepted my dominative tendencies as a part of who I was. The only things that annoyed me, though only a little, were the assumptions that came with the label, which were mostly based on ignorance or misinformation. The number of women willing to visit my bedroom decreased after that; not a lot, but enough for me to notice.
There was probably an assumption that I was some kind of flog-wielding maniac, beating unsuspecting women until they screamed. There were people who used flogs, though only on people who liked it; the whole business is more about the shared connection than the pain. For me, it was about control.