Under Strict Orders (Love Under Quarantine Book 1)

by Jamie Knight

  She had two pillows stacked under her hips, lifting her ass well into the air. The base of the butt plug was clearly visible. She hadn’t even bothered to get dressed in the outfit I had put out. It must have been harder on her than I had expected.

  “Sorry,” I said, kneeling down next to her. It was a breach of protocol, but this was also an unusual situation.

  “It’s okay,” she whispered.

  As gently as possible, I eased the plug out of her, putting it aside. Her asshole was stretched out wide, although I didn’t see any blood. I was always pretty careful, but I didn’t know what might have happened since I put it in.

  “Are you in pain?”

  “Not really. It feels weird but it doesn’t actually hurt.”

  I circled my fingertip around her asshole. Angie hummed with pleasure, burying her face into the cushion under her head. With some gentle coaxing I got her more or less back to normal, at least to the point where she was able to sit down comfortably enough.

  “Is that what it’s like with anal?”

  “Yeah, pretty much. Butt plugs aren’t usually that wide, but this will be good to prepare you for anal.”

  “Even the first time?”

  “Sure, but we aren’t there yet.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I sat down next to her on the couch, moving the pillows to make room. Wordlessly I undid my pants and pulled out my fully hard cock. Angie pounced on it without even needing to be told, sucking it hard while stroking it with both hands. I took hold of her hair, twisting it tight around my hand to control her head, but not hard enough that she could feel any pain.

  She did so well that it didn’t take long for me to cum, filling her mouth with a huge load that she swallowed down in one go. I felt so good and was so proud of her that I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately. Something she didn’t seem to mind at all, kissing me right back. All this was a lot more intimate than I usually got with my pets, but Angie felt different.

  “You are going to eat,” I said, getting back into Dom mode.

  “Yes, sir,” Angie whispered in a way that damn near made me hard again.

  “Go get dressed.”

  She bowed deeply and walked, naked and bold, down the corridor. I could have sworn she was shaking her ass at me as she went. The truth was I was working up to fucking her anally and planned to do that and a whole lot more before we were done.

  The fact that she seemed genuinely interested only added to my enthusiasm. It didn’t seem like something she was only doing because I wanted her to. It was easy to see she really wanted it as well.

  She emerged from her room in a fresh outfit as I laid the plates down at the table. She seemed to have trouble remembering when to eat. Not a bad thing in itself, being dedicated to one's work, but I felt responsible for her, Angie having put her fate more or less in my hands.

  I had decided it would be best if I supervised her meals from now on to make sure she was eating enough. I was prepared to sit on the other side of the table and literally watch every bite if that was what it took.

  “Go to work,” I told her as soon as she finished, putting the dishes into the sink and washing them before heading back to my office.

  The work pile was diminishing every day. Angie was providing invaluable help; all of her work was impeccable. I really couldn’t have done it better myself, but thanks to her I didn’t have to. She really did deserve some special reward. I kept working on the project, all the while thinking about what I could do for her.

  It was early evening by the time I finished the day's allotment. My head was spinning, and I was really in need of some relaxation and release.

  I decided to go out and see how Angie was doing. She had finished at some point but hadn’t moved. She had stayed sitting on her chair at her computer, hands in her lap. Because I hadn’t told her she could do anything else.

  I was speechless with a massive swell of happiness. She really was my pet. Not just playing the part like most of my assistants in the past had. She really meant it and had put her heart and soul into the role.

  I went up behind her, stroking my fingers through her long, dark hair. She tilted her head back slightly, humming contentedly.

  Placing my hands on her shoulders, I slid them down her collarbone and started unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it wide open. Gently wrapping my hands around her tits, I fondled her, bringing up soft moans from deep within her that turned to a gasp as I pinched her nipples.

  I did it again, forcing another gasp, but she showed no real signs of pain. I pinched her once more to much the same result.

  Moving my hands down further, I pushed her legs apart, swiftly shoving two fingers up into her pussy and biting her softly on the side of the neck. She yelped with pleasure as I stroked inside her, her pussy getting nice and wet as I worked. I got her right to the edge of orgasm before pulling back.

  She whimpered as she came down but did not protest. I fingered her again, loving how the inner walls of her pussy grabbed at me. She felt so smooth yet tight.

  “That’s it,” I told her, approvingly. “Now you can cum on your boss’s hand.”

  This time I let her finish, coming all over my hand. I wiped off my hand on the back of her shirt. Turning her around, I looked her in the eyes. She stared back at me with an expression of pure desire. Just waiting for what I would do to her next.

  The slap echoed through the large room. Her head moved but she didn't make a sound, returning her gaze to mine, the exact same look in her eyes. Even as the hand mark rose up crimson on her pale cheek. She was ready.

  Stripping off the blouse, I pulled Angie's hands up over her head. Taking the silk ropes hidden in my night-table, I bound her well, using knots they never taught me in the Boy Scouts.

  The skirt was next, ending up on the other side of the room from how hard I flung it. Angie lay before me, bare and brave, ready for anything I might want to do.

  Shoving her legs wide apart, I dug into her sweet little pussy, licking like my life depended on it. She was quite forthcoming with her reactions, being super sensitive by this point.

  “Yes, Boss. Yes, Master. Oh my God, Sir,” she called out, as her pussy quivered in my mouth.

  Her juices started to pour out into my mouth. I continued to stroke her until every last drop was out and she was panting and whimpering.

  “Mmmm. Mmmmmm,” she moaned. “Yes, it feels so good.”

  “Good girl,” I said, cleaning her up with a wet wipe.

  I was already hard so I decided just to go for it.

  Putting a generous amount of lube first on my cock and then her pussy, not afraid to go deep, I stroked the head of my cock against her tender little pussy, getting her ready for her first time.

  When I saw her finally relax, her whole body moving with the exhale, I slid in as far as I could before I hit her precious little cherry. It wasn't as firm as I had feared it might be, which was good, and part of why I had used the vibrator on her first.

  After giving her a moment to brace herself, I pushed through, bringing forth a small cry from Angie. I stopped for a few minutes while she collected herself and then started to gently pump her.

  Angie bit her lip as I did so. I could actually feel her tiny pussy stretching out in my wake. Soon enough, the muffled cries turned to full-throated moans as she got used to being filled and discovered how good it could feel.

  “That’s my good little girl,” I told her. “Relax and let me do what I want to you.”

  Driven by madness or pride, possibly both, I leaned down and kissed her tenderly, Angie returning every ounce of my affections. The warm loving feelings were radiating off of her as we fucked.

  I would be lying if I said I didn't feel the same.

  She was mine. Completely mine, by her own consent, and I loved her as much as I could tell she loved me.

  Chapter Ten

  Angie

  It was the most beautiful feeling. Vik's huge cock working inside me, making me
cum again and again, like I never knew I could.

  Of course it hurt at first when he took my virginity. But I had been wanting it so badly and he had warmed me up so well that I trusted him to keep going, and then it only felt good.

  I loved letting myself go with him. Freeing my inner nympho.

  I trusted him with my life, which I was ready to give over to him entirely. He had yet to steer me wrong and had shown me so many wonderful things in such a short time.

  We were also a kick-ass team, in both sex and work, and I really hoped he would keep letting me help him with his projects. It would be the perfect mix of intellectual and physical stimulation, allowing me to fully utilize all of my talents in the service of the man I loved.

  We came at the same time. He held off mightily, even though I saw he wanted to cum in me, instead pulling out and dumping his load into my eager mouth. He shoved it in deeper as soon as his balls were empty, making me suck him to a second orgasm and delivering a second load of sweet cum, which I swallowed down eagerly.

  I really did love his cum and was pretty sure I was getting addicted. I don't know what he did to make it taste so good, but I kept wanting more!

  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 Vi
k 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.