by Jamie Knight
“Originals?” I asked, unable to take my eyes off of them.
“Of course,” Tobias said.
“Can I take some home with me?”
“Not on the plane, but I could arrange freight,” Tobias said, in the same way he told Duncan he could see about finding him a castle in England.
He actually had looked for a castle, finding a few options for Duncan to go to, but none of them really struck his fancy. The fact that none of them came with electricity or indoor plumbing was something of a deal-breaker. He waffled on one outside Durham with a drawbridge, though.
After several halls and five flights of stairs, Tobias assured me that it would be worth it. He was quite right. The final destination of our sojourn was a penthouse room, literally on the roof of the building with a panoramic ocean view. Before I was even aware of it, I was right up against the guard rail looking out over the view.
“Careful,” Tobias said, placing a hand gently on the small of my back.
“It’s beautiful,” I said in a sort of glory endured fugue state.
“And why I bought the place,” Tobias added.
You might not have been able to literally buy happiness, but some of the things you could buy with enough money could endure happiness, which was almost the same thing.
“Would you like to go inside?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and gently kissing me on the cheek. I could already feel his hardening cock pressing up against my ass.
“Yes, please,” I said, referring to his cock as much as his clearly rhetorical question.
Scooping me up into his arms like he had done so many times, though with a bit more effort that time, my newlywed husband carried me into the penthouse to finalize and sanctify our union by fucking me silly.
One of the advantages to the dress we finally chose was that it was exceedingly easy to get off. Long and mostly sleeveless, it was mostly a matter of lowering the straps until the dressed cascaded down around my ankles. I neglected to wear underwear with the silky number, so a hop and a skip later and I was completely naked atop the southern French resort.
Stepping close, Tobias ran his hand down my body, from my neck to my pussy, gently cupping the latter, making me gasp. Literally holding me by the pussy, Tobias managed to get undressed one handed. His black boxer shorts fell to the floor. His hard cock spring out towards me like a cobra in a basket.
Unable to resist any longer, I got on my knees, taking his cock deep into my mouth. My eyes locked on his as I slowly and lovingly swallowed his cock, continuing until my lips brushed his pelvis. Easing back to a more comfortable depth, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and sucked his perfect cock at a regular rhythm, working his thick, sweet cum into my mouth. His load came in an absolute flood. A long moan of release escaped him.
“Your turn,” he said with a long smile.
Hauling me up into his arms once aging, this time with me flat against him, my legs wrapped around his legs, Tobias carried me over to the bed, the two of us kissing as we moved across the lovely marble floor which had been surprisingly comfortable under my knees.
Getting me onto the bed, Tobias ran his hands down my legs, taking each of my feet into his hands. Through a miracle of strength and co-ordination, he massaged both my feet in tandem, making me moan in joy, nearly melting into the high fiber European sheets.
Working me up to a near frenzy, Tobias went in for the knockout punch, dropping his head between my thighs. He lapped perfectly at my aching pussy, almost making me scream in pleasure. Introducing his fingers into the situation, he worked my pussy as he licked my clit, bringing me to a wracking orgasm.
Doing my best to rally, it was nearly twenty minutes before I could get to my feet. I hobbled to my suitcase to put my cunning plan into motion.
“What are you doin’, Pumpkin?”
“I have another present for you,” I said as I returned to the bed.
“Right now?” He asked.
“Trust me, it’s on theme.”
I watched with great anticipation as he untied the ribbon and top the lid from the box. His eyes lighting up as he saw what was inside.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“Probably,” I said, unable to imagine what else he might think it was.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Definitely. How do you want me?”
“On your side,” he said.
I shifted onto my side. Tobias gently bent my legs at the knees, opening things up down there a lot more. Returning to the box of gifts, Tobias popped the lid on the little bottle of high-quality water-based lubricant, putting a generous portion onto the butt plug that was also housed in the box.
Returning the bottle of lube to the box, he gently pulled open my ass with one hand while touching the tip of the butt plug to my tight, virgin asshole, easing it up in there, until the base brushed gently against my ass cheeks.
“Deep breaths, Pumpkin,” Tobias said, caressing my pussy to help me relax.
I followed his advice and before too long, I could actually feel my asshole starting to stretch. As soon as I was ready, Tobias eased the butt plug out, leaving my asshole stretched and ready.
Applying more of the lube to both his cock and my asshole, Tobias pressed the head of his cock into the opening. The very touch made me moan. Getting his cock in to half length, Tobias eased to a stop, leading me in slow breathing exercises like a particularly erotic yoga lesson.
When I was ready, he started to rock his hips, working his cock in and out of me by increments as I gladly gave him my anal virginity. Leaning down to kiss the back of my neck, which he had already worked out that I really liked, he picked things up a bit. Easing into a regular rhythm.
“You okay, Pumpkin?”
“Fuck yes!” I screamed emphatically.
It had hurt a bit at the beginning when he was first pushing in. His cock was even bigger than the butt plug. But that soon subsided, and I was left with the most intense pleasure as he fucked my asshole.
Tobias took my hand and squeezed it gently as I came hard. His load blasting inside me in the same moment. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever had in my life and I was very much looking forward to having many, many more.
“This feels amazing, husband,” I told him, as we cuddled up together in the large bed.
“Good, wife. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I told him, excited for the rest of our future together as husband, wife and parents.
THE END
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Another book in my Love Under Lockdown series is Under His Protection.
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Chapter One
Dixie
I knew Shawn was too drunk before he even took a swing at me. There’s drunk, and then there’s mean drunk; Shawn was the latter.
Living together was a bad idea, especially since we weren’t married, and I had told him I didn’t want to have sex until we were. Shawn had agreed, but I knew in my heart he thought he could wear me down.
I stood my ground. I loved him, but we had only moved in together for financial convenience; t was close to where we both worked, and it would save us both on rent. We were saving up and the math was clear. But Shawn couldn’t wait.
“C’mon, Dixie,” he whined. “No one has to know! I’m not going to tell anyone!”
“That’s not the po
int, Shawn, and you know it,” I said, trying to reason with him. “When a woman walks down the aisle dressed in white, it’s supposed to mean something. You think I want to lie? To my friends, my family – my parents?! In a church?!”
“God is fine with this!” he said jokingly. “You said you were going to lose your virginity to me, anyway! What difference does it make?!”
“It’s important to me, Shawn!” I shouted, starting to cry.
“Oh, here it comes. Now you’re gonna cry. That is so unfair!” he said. “Whenever I try to have a discussion with you, this is how it ends! Why do you have to be such a big baby? Why can’t you just talk like a grown up and stop crying?”
“Stop it, Shawn! Stop it!”
Shawn wasn’t the biggest guy in the world. He was 5’10” and skinny, with a lanky build. But that was still taller than little ole’ 5’2” me! I was petite and curvy. Our prom picture made us look like mismatched salt and pepper shakers.
He had never hit me, but he had loomed over me a few times. It was intimidating. Each time, he got a little closer, a little bolder.
One time, he had leaned onto me, using his body, but not his hands; he had cornered me in the breakfast nook and screamed in my face. I sensed he was going to try it again, so I shot out of my chair to move away.
This time, he tried to grab me, but he was really drunk. I started to pull away, but it hurt my wrist.
“No, Shawn!”
“C’mere!”
I was freaking out. I was dressed in nothing but a long t-shirt and panties; I didn’t even have any shoes on. We’d been relaxing after work, trying to unwind, but Shawn unwound with fifteen beers.
Normally, he’d just pass out in front of the couch until it was time for bed, but not this time. He was angry, and I was petrified of what he might do to me.
I ran through the house, Shawn stumbling after me. He tripped over the leg of a kitchen chair and fell against the counter; he must’ve really stubbed his toe or something, because he lost it.
“Ow, fuck! You stupid bitch! Look what you fuckin’ did!”
“Shawn, I’m sorry—”
I was so scared, I started laughing. It was just pure nervousness on my part, but it made things so much worse for him. The angrier he got, the more I kept laughing until – Suddenly, he shoved the chair into me and lunged. The chair hit me in the side, and I ran away as he reached for me.
Screaming, I ran down the hall, charging into the bathroom. Shawn was coming after me, but he was so drunk that he bounced against the sides of the hall. He was cursing, promising to “lay down the hammer.” Could he even manage to do that, in his inebriated state? I didn’t want to find out.
After locking the door, I sat against it and cried. Some part of me had always known that I didn’t want to lose my virginity to Shawn, but I guess I never wanted to admit it.
You get caught up in a relationship and the momentum just carries you. The next thing you know, you’re living together, and nothing works. Right from the beginning, I knew. Maybe we both knew but didn’t want to admit it to ourselves.
“Shawn! Please!” I said. “Just stop! Please! Stop it!”
Shawn was muttering gibberish; I couldn’t understand a word. Sometimes, it sounded threatening, or like he was singing a song. I could no longer tell. I just wanted out.
I thought about climbing out the bathroom window, but I needed to get my stuff. What was I supposed to do? Show up to my parents’ house, half-naked and crying? It was bad enough that I had moved in with him and didn’t tell them; they were very strict and didn’t believe in living together before marriage. I hated to disappoint them.
Finally, I heard a thud. I waited a few minutes, then peeked through the keyhole. While the bathroom door, fortunately, had a newer, sliding lock, the old-fashioned keyhole was still there.
He was lying on the floor, completely still. Probably passed out. I carefully opened the door, wondering if it was a trick. If it was, my plan was to run out the front door and scream.
“Shawn?” I whispered.
He mumbled, but didn’t move. I crept out into the hall, then made a left toward the bedroom. Locking myself inside, I quickly got dressed and started packing. This was no time to be clever or neat; I just dumped whole drawers full of underwear and bras into my suitcase. Anything that was loose and not on a hanger, I shoved inside the suitcase.
After that, I got dressed. I wanted to be prepared to fight my way out of there if I had to. I put on a pair of jeans and some boots, then tied my hair back in a scrunchie.
I peeked out of the bedroom, but saw and heard nothing. I crept back to the spot where he had passed out and found that he hadn’t moved, though he was still breathing. He’d probably have a wicked hangover tomorrow, but he’d have to take care of it on his own.
While loading up my car, I couldn’t help but go over our entire relationship in my mind. We had met in high school. Shawn was a bit of a class clown; he had a reputation for being a bad boy, and I had convinced myself I could change him. The red flags were as clear as day now.
Shawn was always the one to score booze for a party. He’d sometimes cut school to get drunk with his friends. One time, he and his friends raided his dad’s garage to steal beer he had stockpiled for a barbecue. They were heroes back then, but I guess Shawn just never grew up.
The pressure he put on me to have sex was pretty constant. I guess I just told myself he loved me, rather than being smarter and judging him by his actions. He said the right things, but he didn’t do the right things. How could I not see it? How could I be so stupid?
Finally, with the car packed, I made one more check of the house we were renting. There were a few things we had bought together, but I left them behind with the memories.
Taking one last look at Shawn lying on the floor passed out, I wondered if I should leave him a note.
Really, though. What was there to say?
He had crossed a line, and this time, I was standing up for myself.
I was glad I had stood my ground and never had sex with him. Clearly, he wasn’t the right person. Most of it was on me, though. I was lonely and he was attractive.
For a few minutes, I was lost in thought, just standing there. I had to leave before he woke up and started apologizing. I couldn’t let myself stay here. It was over.
Sighing, I started walking out. I said farewell to the furniture we had picked up at IKEA together. Even then, Shawn had been pressuring me for sex. He made jokes about humping on the couch and asked if we should get plastic slipcovers to protect it.
Then, when we got home, we started making out on the couch; when he made a move, I stopped him, and we ended up in another fight. Fortunately, there was no drinking then. He just got frustrated and went into the other room to play video games.
Maybe Shawn was right on one point. Maybe I was a baby. Too young to really understand what a committed relationship was about. I’d concede that point.
Maybe I didn’t know, but I knew in my heart that it wasn’t this. This was just misery, and it had to stop. Better that it stop now than after we were married or, worse, had a baby.
As I walked out of the house, I told myself to never look back. I was done with Shawn, and I was moving ahead, towards whatever the future might hold for me.
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I'm in lockdown but out of a place to live.
Luckily my boss has some ideas in mind.
I knew things weren't going well with my boyfriend.
But inertia and being able to split rent kept me stuck.
Until one night he's drunk and takes a swing at me.
I know then that I'm done for good.
I manage to pack and leave while he's passed out.
I decide to figure out a new place to live from work.
But when I get there, the office is closing down.
A mandatory quarantine is being put in place.
My boss hears about my plight and takes pi
ty on me.
He invites me to quarantine with him at his house.
But soon I start to think it's not pity, but desire.
He's taking "shelter in place" to a whole new level.
Because he wants me to continue to work for him.
And under him.
In every way possible.
He's older than me, but hot AF.
We put in so many hours of work together,
that it can't hurt to add in some fun, right?
But when lockdown ends, will our relationship be over?
Or are things just getting started between us?
Under His Protection is a standalone office quarantine romance with no cheating, no cliffhanger and a very happily ever after. An earlier version was originally published in the Under My Boss's Control box set.
It is part of the Love Under Lockdown series, which are separate books with the theme of falling in love during quarantine. They can be read and understood on their own, but after you devour one, there are plenty more to devour!
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Books in the 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
11): Under His Protection
12): Locked Down with Mr. Right
I am always adding new books to the series so this list may be incomplete.
Click here to see the entire series and make sure you haven’t missed any!
