by Jamie Knight
Leif reached over to the night table, stroking my clit with his thumb. To my relief he grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer. Getting both us nice and slick, he capped the lube again and began to stroke the warm head of his beautiful cock against my open and ready pussy.
Easing himself in, making me feel every inch, Leif got his cock inside all the way to the hilt. Backing off a bit to make room, he lubed up something that I didn’t recognize but that kind of reminded me of a dildo and then reached behind me. I yelped with surprise as the chilly wet tip touched my asshole. Leif stroked my belly again, relaxing me enough to to slip it in.
“How does that feel, jellybean?”
“Really good, sir.”
With the buttplug deep in my ass, stretching me out, Leif stared to fuck my pussy, working his massive manhood inside until I thought I might scream. And then I did, loudly, letting all the pleasure I was feeling out at once. There was no other way to accurately express it.
The world started to spin. I had to close my eyes and focus to remain conscious. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
“Marry me,” Leif said, embracing me in the afterglow.
“What?” I asked, not sure I had heard him correctly.
“You are the one for me. I want to marry you, to be Polly’s stepdad, maybe even adopt her if you agree. I also want to have more babies with you. Now that we can actually be together, I never want to let you go again.”
I couldn’t speak. I was so happy I could scream. Or cry. Probably both at once. In the end I went with a response that was a touch less melodramatic.
“Yes. Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!”
Epilogue
Leif
I always cried at weddings. Not just because most of them happened in the spring and I had a tendency toward hay fever. I never thought I would cry at my own, though. I could only hope that my cheeks were pale enough that no one would notice.
There had been a minor disagreement in terms of who would officiate. Brigid’s family wanted a Wiccan priestess and my side argued strongly for an ancient Norse priest. I was fairly neutral on the subject, mostly just wanting Brigid to be happy, and we compromised with a combination of a Justice of the Peace and a Druid elder.
Brigid looked beautiful, dressed in a flowing gown of the style generally referred to as Pre-Raphaelite, jelly-bean-red hair done up in an elaborate braid, the whole thing topped with a daisy crown. Her baby bump showed subtly through the blue velvet.
Polly followed close behind, flinging seasonal flowers about the place, in a baby version of her mother’s dress. She had turned three by the wedding day, and was walking a lot better, in addition to having added a few hundred more words to her vocabulary.
Both the wedding and the reception were held in the woods. Our families agreed that it was lovely. Even Brigid’s dreaded sister perked up a bit despite her obvious bitter envy.
“Come with me, honey,” I said, touching Brigid gently on the arm.
“What’s up?”
“I think it’s time we gave your sister her present.”
Meegan was by the punch bowl. The one with vodka in the mix that only the guests were supposed to drink from. Rooms had been made up in the house for anyone too drunk to drive.
Her dress, a slightly simpler version of the one Brigid was wearing, looked perfect on her. Natural. She had already asked if she would be able to keep it.
“Meegan?”
“Oh, hello,” she said, at least trying to be civil.
“We have something for you. Kind of a combination maid-of-honor gift and a thanks for letting me stay with you so long.”
“Thank you,” Meegan said, her face stony.
The paper dropped away and Meegan suddenly looked like she might cry. The book was large and leather-bound. The title was etched into the aged brown leather in Gaelic.
“It can’t be - I mean, not the original.”
“No, it’s a copy, but a damn good one. 11th century, according to my research. The illuminations are quite beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Meegan said, humbleness emanating from her very core.
I had another present to give her, though.
“I would like you to meet my brother, Sven,” I said.
“Does he look like you?” Meegan asked, as though she was dreaming.
“He’s my twin, so, yes. Though our mother says I’m the handsome one. To be fair to him, he made his money as a lawyer, which is something I could have never done. You might have heard of them. Olafssen and associates?”
“Your brother is Sven Olafssen?” Meegan asked, a certain gleam in her eye.
“According to our mother.”
“Wow. That’s great. Thank you!”
Brigid
I had never seen Meegan so happy. We hadn’t had the best upbringing, which at least partly explained her adult personality. She couldn’t protect me from our abusive father when we were kids, so she started protecting me ever since.
The only problem was, she saw every man as a potential threat. Wanting to help and save people was also what drove her to go into nursing. She told me as much at her graduation party. She was several sheets to the wind at the time, but that tended to make her even more truthful.
I was glad we had been able to make up, with Leif’s help. I was ready to let bygones be bygones.
She danced with Sven like a teenager at the prom, finally living out a fraction of the adolescence she never was allowed to have. The Book of Kells had been my idea, as I knew how much Meegan was into history, though Leif was the one who really made it happen.
The party wound down, most of the guests going to find their rooms in the big beautiful house. The kitchen staff were already working on food for those who might still be a bit peckish, even after demolishing the spread on the center table.
“Bye, Mommy,” my favorite little voice said.
“See you soon, baby,” I said, giving Polly a last hug, after having turned her over to the nanny we had hired.
From the house we went to the nearby airport where Leif kept his plane. I wasn't sure why I was initially surprised he had a private plane. To save the trouble of having to wait for someone to come in and fly it, Leif had long ago added a pilot’s license to his list of skills and achievements.
Double-checking the fuel supply, he helped me up into the two-seater and prepared for takeoff. The charted destination: the coastal Norwegian town of Sunnfjord where Leif had bought us a cabin as a getaway. Our honeymoon seemed to be the perfect time for a first visit.
There was no airport in Sunnfjord. The closest one was in the city of Bergen, which was, according to him, known as one of the main homes of Norwegian black metal.
That didn’t matter, though. The grounds around the cabin were considerable, and while it was unlikely that we would technically be allowed to land there, there would be no patrols standing by to write us up.
Catching me in his waiting arms as I hopped out of the plane, Leif carried me to the cabin, not putting me down until we were well across the threshold, closing the door behind us with his foot. It was like we had stepped back in time. The cabin had been lovingly preserved over the hundreds of years it had stood.
The dress wasn’t too hard to get out of. Leif had had it designed with hooks up the back that held it together, without which it would literally fall off. I hadn’t worn any underwear that evening, knowing what was coming next.
“Good girl,” Leif purred, seeing the buttplug firmly in place.
I felt proud of myself for being able to keep it in me so long. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to, but I was willing to try. He had been putting me through anal training the last week or so and it had been the final test.
Preparing me with his tongue, his cock already quite hard, Leif put me in our favorite position, my legs over the edge of the bed, and slid his beautiful cock inside me, making me feel it as he entered me. His hot cock throbbed deep inside my pussy, our heartbeats falling into sync.
I moaned but didn’t stop him, wanting it as much as he did. We were on our honeymoon and I wanted to give him my anal virginity.
Leaning down to kiss me, he started moving gradually faster. My moan sounded like it was coming from somewhere else.
I knew what was happening, but it didn’t seem real. I felt like I was standing beside the bed, watching as Leif lovingly took my asshole for the first time. I wrapped myself around him as he pumped.
My legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, grounding myself, bringing us close together. As he came inside me again, I let out a sigh of joy. I was his, he was mine, and we would never be parted again.
THE END
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Chapter 1
Samantha
Just one day after pulling up outside my new apartment building and unloading all of my boxes, with my loyal German Shepherd by my side, I can actually say any excitement I initially felt about this move is completely gone. That is definitely disappointing, but it's not my fault.
I’m heading back to my apartment after getting my mail, and my new landlord walks up to talk to me. I expect a friendly "hello," or a "good morning," but boy, am I in for a surprise. He immediately starts complaining about my dog.
I don't understand this! I had specifically called ahead to see whether I could have a dog before signing the lease, and he had said that I could. The lease had said “no dogs,” which is why I had called, but he had said he would make an exception for me.
I don't think I have ever been so angry at anyone before. I haven't even been here that long, and I already hate this landlord.
I tap my foot impatiently as he explains to me again, "I'm sorry miss, but you can't have that dog here. It's just too big and too mean. When I said you could have a dog, I thought you meant a little one, since this is a small apartment. Little ones are annoying and yappy, but they’re not big and mean-looking like yours is."
I can tell that he's trying not to sound aggressive because he's scared of my dog. Boxes are lined up around us as we stand in the hallway outside what was supposed to be my new apartment. But with the way things are going right now, it doesn't look like that is going to last very long. I glare at him.
"You know you said I could have a dog. You didn't specify any extra requirements or anything. Even though the lease says no dogs allowed, you said I was allowed to move in here with him," I snap. “I wouldn’t have come here otherwise, without my Mr. Barker. Plus, he’s not mean.”
Mr. Barker whines at my feet. I try to calm down, but it's not working. I want to pull out the lease and shake it in his face. I do not need this kind of problem.
"I'm sorry, but I’m free to change my mind. I told you you could have a dog and now I can tell you can’t," the landlord finally snaps back at me. “The only thing that’s in writing says no dogs. Tough luck, kid.”
"We haven't even lived here that long. You don't even know us," I try to plead.
My German Shepherd is perfectly loveable. Although he's protective of me, he wouldn't hurt anyone. He pants happily next to me. The landlord looks us both over.
"Sorry, those are my rules," he replies again.
Why is he being so unfair?
I feel like everything in life is unfair right now.
This is not how today was supposed to go.
"Fine, I will just take my stuff and move somewhere else," I reply childishly.
I'm fed up with this man, and I don't have time to keep arguing about petty stuff right now.
"That's fine with me," the landlord replies, and then he just walks away.
Muttering angrily, I grab my boxes, which only takes me a little while, since I didn't have time to unpack very much.
After I put everything into it, my car is cramped, packed with all my belongings. I make my dog comfortable in the passenger seat and stuff the back with boxes. I climb in and start the car, then peel out and speed away in anger.
I can't help it. I'm worried now that all this nonsense has made me late for work.
I brake suddenly, almost running a red light. I let out a sigh of frustration and try not to cry angry tears.
"Why doesn't anything work out for me?" I ask myself quietly.
Nothing has been going right for me lately. This move was supposed to change that. It was supposed to shake things up and make life more exciting. I don't see that happening now.
Mr. Barker looks out the window happily as we drive. I’m almost jealous - it must be so nice to be worry-free. I reach over and give him an affectionate pat on the head, before sighing in disappointment again.
Everything has gone off the rails. This whole move was supposed to be exciting and fun. I was going to get to explore a new area and meet new people. Between work and unpacking, I haven't had time to do any of that.
Now I have to worry about finding a new place to live, again. That's going to be a giant headache.
I have to hurry to get to work in time. After I make a quick detour to drop my dog off at a friend's house for the day, I realize I’m going to be late.
Hopefully no one will notice. My boss is always looking at me like he has a crush on me, and he’s really busy with work all the time, so he lets a lot slide. I’m grateful for that. It also doesn’t hurt that’s he hot as fuck…
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Love Under Lockdown series:
1): Under Lock & Key
2): Under Lockdown
3): Under Strict Orders
4): Stuck Together
5): Under His Roof
6): Under the Hawaiian Sun
7): Under Wraps
8): Under His Care
9): Under the Sheets
10): Dating During Lockdown
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