Under His Influence (Love Under Lockdown Book 27)
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“Ready for this?” Stephanie asked, closing the tent flap behind her.
“Of course,” I told her.
I had never been more ready for anything in my life.
“Let’s go get ‘em, tiger,” she said, taking me by the hand.
I was really glad to have Stephanie as the Maid of Honor. It felt better knowing that she had my back, in every sense of the word.
There was no confusion about whether I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Seth, or ‘make it official.’ I just knew we would be together forever, and that getting married was the next natural and most wonderful step to take.
After all, we had already become parents together. It hadn’t taken long at all for Seth to put a baby in me. And what a beautiful baby he was. Nine months had passed faster than I thought possible and by now we had been a family of three for an additional few months.
As the organ started up with an especially peppy rendition of the Bridal March, I took a breath and stepped out unto the breach. The tent flaps were held open by two groomsmen, recruited from the deep ranks of Metal bands.
My wedding dress moved around me like a cloud in a dream. In place of my usual collar, I wore a different one, made out of white satin to go with my dress, decorated with a 19th century cameo broach.
At the end of the green aisle, beneath an arch of orchids, my master waited, to make me truly his. Our son was currently being shared between his two sets of happy grandparents who sat in the front row.
My mind locked onto the presence of my sweet master, my mouth responding as though by rote as we went through our self-written vows. Right up until the kissing bit. My brain kicked right back into gear then, launching a fireworks display behind my eyes.
I remained engaged through much of the reception, even during the speeches, which went on a bit. Everyone who spoken on Seth’s behalf seemed to have nothing but good things to say about him, mostly in reference to times he saved them from their own stupid decisions. One got the feeling that at least half the wedding party wouldn’t be alive were it not for Seth’s friendship and willingness to be DD whenever they needed a ride.
The drinks and food portion ended and then everyone convened at the bandstand for the dancing and carousing portion of the festivities.
It was even more beautiful than I’d imagined. Not only did the bands more closely resemble a Frank Sinatra backing ensemble, but because of the limits of the venue, many of the rigs also tended toward the acoustic. There was nothing quite like hearing an unplugged version of Black Metal to make you feel even better about life on your wedding day.
“Have you seen Stephanie?” I asked Seth, as we cuddled near the front of our crowd of dancing guests.
“Yeah, a while ago; she was taking to Ragnar.”
“Ragnar? Is that some actor or something?
“No, no, Ragnar Karlssen. He plays drums in Loki’s Laugh.”
“Well, she did catch the bouquet,” I teased.
“Looks like there could be another wedding on the horizon.”
Our baby, whom we had named Casey, started to fuss, so I lifted him from his bassinet and held him close, gently rocking him back to sleep as Seth quietly sang to him. He still had a really nice voice, despite the years of dormancy. I wondered if he could still play bass, too.
Our little bundle returned to dreamland as Lords of Sacred Shadow took the stage, everyone falling silent as they started their set. Even the kids who had been running around and screaming started sitting down to listen, as if they had magnets in their butts.
Seth put his arms around me, and we held each other as they played, a sense of the beautiful and finite nature of mortality coming over us as the goosebumps rose on our arms.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, master,” I whispered, so that only he could hear.
Once we had returned Casey to the care of his grandparents, we went to the hotel that Seth had booked, which happened to be right across the street from our wedding venue. He was so sweet and knew that I wouldn’t want to ride the motorcycle back to his house, because I’d gotten a ride with Stephanie.
“It was amazing to see so many of my musician friends at once,” Seth said, as the elevator hummed around us.
“It sure was,” I told him. “It was almost like some kind of battle of the bands, or a big, combined concert.”
“I’m lucky to know so many talented people and to have had them all celebrate with us,” he remarked.
“You should write a book someday,” I told him.
“Who would want to read it?”
“Lots of people,” I said, taking his hand. “I know I would.”
Because I read everything about you that I could get my hands on, before I knew you, I thought.
But there were some things I wanted to keep to myself, even from my husband. It would always be my secret that I had had such a crush on him before I had ever even gotten the internship and before he had ever asked me to quarantine with him.
The elevator dinged for our floor and, as though taking it as a cue, Seth scooped me up into his arms, and held me close as he traversed the paisley carpeting. Even when we got to the door, he remained undaunted, finding a way to get the door unlocked and open without the need to set me down.
The next time I touched a solid surface after leaving the elevator was when he lay me down on the bed. He was careful to put me on my belly. Then one by one, he undid the hooks that were lined up down the back of my wedding dress, revealing my bare flesh beneath.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I love looking at your curves. I love that you’re my wife now.”
“I feel so lucky that you’re my husband,” I told him. “You’re so sexy. And talented. And successful.”
I had been continuing to work for his label—our label, now—and it was expanding. It had a good reputation and was doing well financially. No one cared that Seth and I were together— but, rather, to the contrary, as evidenced by the number of guests from the label who had just attended our wedding, they were happy for us.
I hadn't worn any underwear under my wedding dress because my master had thought it better that I didn’t. As he carefully undressed me, until I was completely naked, I noticed the restraints already attached to the head of the bed.
“I know the manager,” my master said, noticing that I had realized the restraints were there and that he had been more than prepared much earlier than I had thought. “He let me come in a bit early.”
So, that explained it.
When Seth was finished unrolling my stockings, he caressed his hands up my legs, from my feet right up to my ass. Tenderly parting my cheeks with one hand, he removed the butt plug with the other.
It was still in there where he’d put it that morning. Stephanie hadn’t noticed as she helped me get into the dress, but she did find my lack of underwear a bit odd.
“You did beautifully, wearing that big butt plug all day, my pet,” he said, squeezing one of my ass cheeks. “How do you feel?”
“Relieved,” I admitted.
“Did it hurt?”
“No, it just got to be a bit much, especially on the car ride down.”
“But you kept it in this whole time?”
“Yes, my master,” I said, the words seeming to have even more weight.
“What a good girl. I’m going to have to do something very special to reward you.”
“You don’t have to reward me.”
“Yes, I do, and don’t argue with me, or I’m going to have to spank you.”
“I’ll be good.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
Giving my ass another tender squeeze, he set about fastening the restraints around my wrists and ankles. He tested them to make sure I couldn’t move and then reached over to the drawer, which I heard open.
I recognized the sound in the back of my mind. The distinctive snap of a bottle of lube coming open. He never used it
when fucking me in the pussy before. We’d always gotten by with my natural lube after he ate me out. There was only thing he could have had in mind.
“Oh!” I gasped, as the cool lube dribbled into my nicely stretched ass.
Stroking my lower back with his free hand, my master worked the lube around inside me, making sure it got everywhere it was needed, while also helping it warm up faster.
Once the lube was properly applied, Seth wiped off the excess with a wet wipe from the box on the night stand and started lubing up his cock for good measure.
There wasn’t any getting around it. I was about to get fucked in the ass by my husband. Not that I would have stopped it for anything. If I was going to do it with anyone, I wanted it to be my master, and if he thought it would feel good, then I trusted him.
It had been what we were training for this whole year, and now it was time to give him my anal virginity, on our wedding night.
His swollen head pressed against my stretched-out asshole, slowly working its way inside. It was honestly the head that was the most difficult part. Once that was in, the rest was easy. Particularly because Seth didn’t go all the way. He had mercy on me, and only put in about a third of the considerable length of his cock.
Taking a moment to breath with me, and help me relax, he then started to move. He was rocking his massive cock inside my virgin asshole, claiming my anal cherry as I lay bound to our honeymoon bed, filling me with the most transcendent joy.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum in your asshole, wife,” Seth said, as I felt him throbbing and pulsing inside me.
He was rubbing my clit with his fingers while his big cock pounded my little asshole. It felt so good that I started coming along with him.
“Yes, yes, master!” I shouted, panting. “Yes, husband. Fuck my asshole. Cum in my asshole. Your big cock feels so good.”
As we came together, I could have sworn I was still in the best dream ever.
But I wasn’t. This was reality—my master Seth was now my husband, and he had claimed me as his. He had taken my pussy virginity and my ass virginity, and I was only ever going to be his.
No one could hurt us, not even Clara.
I would always be his pet but now I was also his wife, and he could play with my body and do whatever he wanted to me, now and always. But he could also whisper sweet nothings in my ear and tell me he loves me, after he squeezes my ass and fucks me with that big cock of his.
It was sweet, but it was also sexy. A mix of everything I could possibly dream up in my fantasy, but it was real life. Even in the midst of a pandemic, we had found love with each other and could handle whatever life threw at us.
We had each other, and we had our love of music, and our empire we were building together financially. Plus, we had our adorable little baby boy.
And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
THE END
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My phone binged with a new message as I glutted down the foul-tasting stuff. Tapping the happy little icon, I was informed of a Zoom request from the man himself. Pulling myself together following a spasm of girlish squealing, I put on my most professional face and tapped the link.
“Hi Candide.”
My heart skipped a beat as my pussy tightened. He looked as handsome as ever, as dashing and polished over a video screen as he was positioned in his seat of power downtown. The fact he still insisted on wearing his trademark tweed suit and Oxford cloth shirt even for online meetings helping this impression no end.
It was honestly difficult to tell how old he was just by looking at him. His face looked young, and movie-star handsome, but his jet-black hair was shot through with streaks of light gray. My own independent research placed him at 35, just over a decade beyond my own age.
A bit of a gap but nothing too scandalous, even though you wouldn’t know it by looking at him, or me to be honest. No matter how professional I tried to look, I still came across mostly as a teenager playing at adulthood, rather than an adult, albeit a young one, with an important job to be done. I got more than a few looks after my promotion, that was for damn sure.
“Candide? Are you okay?”
It still felt funny to hear him say my name. Not that I hadn’t heard it before, it just sounded different coming from him.
“Yeah, yes, sir, just a bit tired,” I faltered.
“What have I said about the sir?”
“That if I insist on using it, I’d better salute?” I answered, fighting the urge to giggle.
“Exactly, so either get your hand up or call me Ryan. If you aren’t comfortable with that, please at least go with Mr. Owens, understood?”
“Yes, si- Ryan,” I said, trying it out, just to see how it felt in my mouth.
It felt good.
“Much better.”
He gave an approving nod and flashed me a smile that made my heart skip and my pussy drip. Fuck, he was hot! I was far from the only girl who had the hots for him, I knew, but that didn’t stop me from hoping that maybe, just maybe, he might like me too.
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I've been hoping I can get lucky with my hot boss.
And now just might be my chance.
I've always been a workaholic.
But my boss definitely fuels my addiction to the job.
I've succumbed to his charms completely.
He's older, rich, experienced and confident.
Not to mention drop dead gorgeous.
Even through the screen of a Zoom call during lockdown.
But then he takes over planning my St. Patrick's Day event.
And my first response is fury.
Until he reveals that he did it all for me.
He wants to whisk me away with him.
So that we can spend the rest of lockdown together.
We'll enjoy a private parade he put together just for me.
And then he'll pluck my clover for my very first time.
As long as our forbidden fling stays secret.
Will our temporary fantasy implode if we're found out?
Or can we find permanent love despite the risks?
Under His Charm is a standalone office romance with no cheating,
no cliffhanger and a very happily ever after.
It’s part of the Love Under Lockdown series, which are separate books with the shared theme of falling in love during quarantine. They can be read and understood on their own in any order but are best enjoyed altogether, especially if you want to extend your steamy break from real life!
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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
13): Under His Watchful Eye
14): Below Deck
15): Under the Rancher’s Firm Hand
16): Under His Suit
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bsp; 17): Who Wants to Lock Down a Billionaire?
18): Under His Discipline
19): Under the Want Ads
20): Cramped Quarters
21): Lock Step
22): Under His Ownership
23): Under the Mistletoe
24): Under the Countdown
25): Under Cupid’s Contract
26): Under His Charm
27): Under His Influence
I am always adding new books to the series so this list may be incomplete.
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