Under Wraps: A Secret Baby Quarantine Office Romance (Love Under Lockdown Book 7)

by Jamie Knight

  I worked my way up her thighs with long, loving caresses, gently stroking my sweet little pet when I got there. She hummed and moaned beautifully, letting me know how much she loved it and how much I was pleasuring her. I had always been thought of as kinky, but there was something no one really knew:

  Far from getting off on causing pain, as was the negative stereotype, I was actually after pleasure, not for me, but for the one I was with. I was kinky, to be sure, but my kink was something of a rare one; basically, I got more pleasure out of giving pleasure than getting it. Watching the expression of pure bliss on a lover’s face, or hearing their screams of unbridled joy, did me in every time.

  Getting her nice and relaxed, I reached over with my other hand and slid open the drawer in the nightstand. I did it quietly, so that she wouldn’t look over and see it before I was ready, so she wouldn’t ruin the surprise. I had done a lot in the room to prepare for her arrival, even with the short window of time I had. The petals on the floor and the bed were just the start of it.

  I usually liked to use handcuffs; they restricted movement a lot more effectively than anything else, except maybe zip-ties, but they were dangerous. Not wanting Emma to get hurt, I went pretty far the other way, producing from the drawer, like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat, three lengths of silk rope.

  Emma cooperated beautifully as I bound her hands, bringing them above her head and running the rope through the middle three rails on the headboard. Bringing the two ends back down, I carefully tied each of her wrists using a slipknot; it was easy to release, just not by her. After securing the two remaining ropes to posts at the foot of the bed, I tied her ankles, leaving her spread eagle on the bed.

  I stroked her cheek to let her know all was well. She nuzzled my hand and kissed it. A merciful and generous master, I gave her two of my fingers to suck, which she did with great gusto.

  Running my hand over her chin, down her neck and between her tits, I continued down, over her belly, across her pelvis and onto her pussy. Leaving my fingers there for a moment, I began to stroke her on the outside of her pussy in slow, hard circles, each one passing right over her clit. She moaned long and deep, her eyes closed with pleasure.

  Laying a hand on her belly, I angled my fingers and slid them up inside her in such a way that each stroke would hit both her clit and her G-spot. Using a gentle, ‘come here’ motion, I pleasured her sweet little pussy, bringing her to a massive G-spot orgasm.

  I could hardly believe I had actually found her: a women I could honestly, deeply love, in the way written about in books. I had given up long ago, deciding such whimsical notions to be as real as Oz or Neverland, that they were ideas made up by mere mortals and sold to others to help them feel better about the cold emptiness of existence... I was something of a cynic at the time.

  The more I was with Emma, though, the more I began to question my long-held opinions. I still believed that there were things people said to get by, little white lies told, particularly to ourselves, to make life easier. However, I was beginning to suspect that love was not one of them.

  When she was ready, I started in on her again, working her up in a similar way as before. This time, however, when I felt her beginning to cum, the strong, young muscles of her tight, pink pussy getting tight around my fingers, making the fit even more snug than usual, I stopped.

  She actually whimpered as I held fast, my fingers still inside her, her body visibly relaxing as she came down from a near-orgasmic high. When she had gotten all the way back down, I started again, harder, building her up once more, even faster than before, to the very tipping end of a massive, G-spot orgasm. Again, I stopped at the crucial moment, slowly moving my fingers as she came back to Earth, enough to feel good, but not enough to make her come.

  “Please, master,” she begged, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

  That was what I wanted to hear. Using my other hand to press down on her pelvis to increase the pressure even more, I worked her pussy hard, making her feel every movement, hitting all the right spots each time. Within minutes, she was coming all over the place. Were it not for the ropes, I was sure she would have been thrashing about. Even with them, it was quite clear the level of ecstasy to which I had brought her.

  Slamming back down on the bed, panting hard, Emma looked at me imploringly. Getting the wipes I had stowed in the drawer, I cleaned her up nice, kissing her all over, from face to feet, when I was finished. It appeared as though my sweet Emma I liked having her toes sucked. I made a mental note.

  My cock was still quite hard at that point. Watching her cum like that making me more excited than anything. I loved watching her orgasm, or get close and then not. It was a beautiful agony for both of us.

  When she had settled down, I joined her in the rose heart, kneeling between her spread legs. Holding her pussy open with my hands, I leaned down, and gave my pet a long, loving lick along her sweet pussy lips.

  A moan rose up out of her, long and heartfelt, settling down into a series of gasps and moans as I kept licking, using every formation I knew to get her to three orgasms in a row. They were a bit more subtle then what I had done with my fingers, though Emma didn’t seem to mind one bit. Licking her until she was squeaky clean, it was time for the big show.

  Kissing my way song her body, blazing a trail from her pussy to her mouth, I gently mounted Emma, the head of my cock teasing her wet and ready pussy. Taking my cock by the base, I slid in the head, relishing the view as Emma closed her eyes and rose along with me.

  Working with just the head for a while, I gradually introduced the rest until I was all the way in, my balls pressing gently against Emma’s beautiful, shapely ass. If I thought she could handle it, I would have tried putting it in her ass, but there was a bit too much of a chance of shocking, or worse, harming her, neither of which I wanted to do.

  When she was ready, I pulled back to about three-quarters depth and pounded back in, Emma gasping and rising as I did. I did it a few more times, Emma moving right along with me, taking it like a champ.

  After a few more minutes of hard fucking, I eased back a bit, getting to about half depth and starting in again, thrusting at a more regular rhythm.

  “Moan, pet,” I said, giving permission for what I knew she wanted to do anyway, “Let me hear you.”

  Emma let loose with loud and heartfelt moans as I fucked her, working her clit with my massive cock.

  She came first, shuddering hard enough that I could feel every tremble against me. I didn’t want to risk coming inside her again, so I carefully pulled out and fed her my cock.

  She sucked enthusiastically, taking in every morsel of my massive load, smiling around my cock as she did so. She continued to passionately suck my hard cock long after I was finished, gently nursing a second load up from my balls and into her sweet little mouth, licking me clean when she was done like a good girl.

  I caressed her face and kissed her gently. The moment was somewhat broken by a brief, brisk knock on the door, which was the room-service head letting me know they were done. I had asked to be notified so we wouldn’t be accidentally walking out to the other room naked while they were still setting up. As much as I loved screwball comedies, I stopped short of wanting to live in one.

  “Dinner?” Emma asked, ever astute.

  “Indeed.”

  Releasing her from her bounds I carried her to the bathroom, her arms not quite to full working order, which I knew could happen, particularly with newbies.

  Sitting her on the toilet, I drew back the heavy curtain on the exquisite marble-tiled shower, done in purest dove white, making it look like a shower in Heaven. Getting the water just right, I lifted my darling pet into the shower, following soon after.

  When we were both nice and drenched by the flowing water, I started on her braid, slowly unraveling it, twist by exquisite twist.

  “How long does this take to do?” I asked out of curiosity.

  “Depends. My record is an hour, but it usually
takes one and a half to two, sir.”

  “Makes sense,” I said, her beautiful, raven hair cascading down to the small of her back.

  Getting everything out and loose, I took a handful of the salon-quality shampoo they happened to have in the bathroom and started running it through her hair, getting up a nice lather and giving her a scalp massage in the process. She put her head back into my hands and moaned softly as I rubbed, clearly liking what I was doing.

  It might seem strange, but some of the most intimate activities are the ones few would consider. It takes almost more trust for most people to let someone touch their face or neck than some of the more traditional erogenous zones.

  While not explicitly sexual, they are still extremely sensitive, and, in the case of the neck, particularly vulnerable. That was part of the reason I never did breath play; I just wasn’t confident enough in my skills in that particular area. I also approached hair-pulling with extreme cation.

  Smoothing her wet hair back, so that it was restrained behind her shoulders while still being loose and free, I switched over to her body. I wasn’t sure if she was allergic to any soap additives, so I took the purer of the two options from the soap shelf and began the bathing process.

  Starting with the back of her neck, gently gathering and lifting her hair so I could reach, I scrubbed her down, from face to feet, then feet to shoulders, flinging the wet mass of her hair over her shoulder like a strange sort of sash to make room. Emma braced herself against the wall, both palms flat against the cool, wet marble, humming with pleasure at what I was doing to her. It wasn’t over yet.

  Forgoing the bar of soap, I reached around her hip and down, over her pelvis, lightly touching her pussy. She lifted slightly at my touch, a gasp escaping her throat. I tenderly cupped her right tit with my free hand, leaning in to kiss her neck as I stroked her sweet little pussy. When I could tell she was getting close, I turned her around, placing her back against the wall so I could watch her cum, proud to be able to give her such pleasure.

  When she finished, I leaned in and kissed her, Emma returning my affections with all her might. Continuing to tongue down her chin and over her creamy neck, I worked my way ever downwards before, finally, burying my face into her pussy.

  My darling pet let out a loud moan and put both hands on the back of my head as encouragement while I licked her delicate lips, using every technique I knew, introducing one finger and then two to work her pussy as I ran hard spirals on her clit with my tongue.

  I caught her before she could collapse, her knees turning to jelly as a massive orgasm ripped through her. Scooping her up and moving carefully, I stepped out of the shower, depositing my love safely on the toilet. She must have rallied her strength in the meantime, because when I turned back after turning off the shower, she pounced on my still-hard cock, taking it all the way into her mouth.

  After deep-throating for a few moments, she pulled back and started sucking and stroking with all her might. She had gotten really good since the first few times we were together, making me cum in mere minutes with the sheer force of her newly acquired talents, my load flooding her loving mouth. My good little pet swallowed it all down before licking the head squeaky clean.

  It took a while to dry off, particularly in terms of Emma’s hair, but we managed, and before we knew it, we were back in the adjoining bedroom, the strength having miraculously returned to her.

  “Sit,” I ordered.

  “Yes, master,” she said, dropping onto the bed.

  While my good girl waited, I went through her clothes, assembling an outfit I thought to be appropriate.

  “Put them on,” I said, laying the last item on the bed beside her.

  “Yes, master!”

  Quick as you please, Emma got dressed in the outfit. It took everything I had to not push her down on the bed and ravage her. I refrained, however. After all, the food would get cold.

  “How do I look?” Emma asked, modelling her new ensemble.

  “Absolutely fuckable,” I said.

  Taking her by the hand, I took her out into the main room, which was indeed free of room service staff. Pulling out a chair, I sat her down.

  “Back straight,” I ordered.

  She sat up, prim and proper, in the high-backed chair. She was looking very regal indeed, the outfit I had chosen for her assisting to no end.

  Running my hands gently down her arms, I placed both her hands palm down on the table.

  “Don’t move,” I whispered into her ear.

  “Yes, master,” she whispered, in what I had come to think of as her submissive voice.

  Leaving her there, I got dressed in one of my suits, shined shoes and all, and took the seat opposite her. I had actually finished with the dictation before I’d asked her to go and get the coffee, the case documents safely back in their folders in my briefcase, along with my laptop.

  Room service had put a lovely linen tablecloth over the already beautiful table. It was white, of course, which seemed pretty counterintuitive to me, but it stuck to the theme and was quite nice in its own right.

  “What’s on you mind?” I asked, taking the bottle of ice wine from the silver bucket.

  “How did you know?”

  “I can read people. How do you think I’ve won all my cases?”

  “Deep researching and supreme oratory skills?” Emma asked.

  “Well, yes, that too, of course. It’s also being able to read people, particularly in judge trials. Those are best because there are fewer variables. Juries can be harder; too many individual egos. It’s hard to go wrong with judges. I’ve only gotten it wrong once, though even then I still won on the strength of my research and oratory skills.”

  The cork finally came loose, and I filled each of our glasses to the halfway mark, or at least thereabouts. Best not to over do it.

  “So, out with it. I can see you thinking from over here, and I will not have someone I love in distress if there’s anything I can do about it. Even if there isn’t anything I can do about it, I’ll still give it a try. I’m a bit of a romantic that way.”

  “Love?”

  “Sorry?” I asked, taking a sip of ice wine.

  “You love me?”

  “Of course I do. Were the giant rose petal hearts not a hint?”

  “Well, yeah, I guess. I was kind of distracted at the time, what with your massive, beautiful cock and all, but now that you mention it, I suppose that could be considered an ovation.”

  “Considered nothing. It was the most romantic thing I have ever done!”

  “Because you love me,” Emma said, by way of clarification.

  “Yes,” I said. “I love you, more than I have loved anyone.”

  “Wow.”

  “And yet, you still look concerned.”

  “You’ve actually hit the root of it,” Emma said.

  “How so?”

  “It’s just so weird, how fast things went. I mean, I love you too. Have for months, if I’m honest. I was sure you would never notice me. Anyway, now we are together -”

  “And how!”

  “- I just worry.”

  “Worry about what, my sweet pet?”

  “About you, about work. I don’t mind if I lose my job. I can get another one. Besides, Faust & Moore are kind of notorious for their purges, particularly of lower positions. I figured I wasn’t long for the firm to start with. But, you’re on your way to partner and I would hate to jeopardize that.”

  “I assure you, my darling, I am perfectly safe. They are going to make me a partner because of how effective I am and how much money I make for them. Do you know how much money I brought in for the firm last year alone?”

  “No.”

  “I don’t either. Not exactly. It is so hard to keep track. I just know it is a very large number with eight zeros in it. The firm gets forty percent of everything I make, not to mention the clout my high-profile cases bring them. There is no way they are going to risk that because I didn’t follow the rules
to the letter.”

  “But, the handbook says that there is a zero-tolerance policy for, y’know, dipping the old pen in the company ink.”

  “What a charming euphemism!” I said, loving it when Emma got all folksy.

  “Thanks.”

  “There is indeed a rule, a very strict rule, against office dalliances. However, there is always an exception to every rule, and no inherent reason for things to be as they are at any point in time. I think you will find the old goats to be quite tolerant indeed, when there are literally millions of dollars and the reputation of the firm on the line.”

  Chapter Nine

  Emma

  The defendants settled. The lockdown went on a good deal longer than anyone expected, and the trial was at risk of being rescheduled. Damien, genius that he was, wasn’t going to let that happen.

  Breaking the rules, not for the first time in his life, he emailed a copy of his argument to the opposing council. There were three of them, as it turned out, all from Faust & Moore’s archrivals Swaggart & Falwell. They folded faster than Superman on laundry day. Admitting to all wrongdoing, the defendants agreed to pay damages and vowed up and down to cease all production based on licenced material, obliterating more than half of their upcoming projects and costing an estimated $50 million in losses.

  We celebrated in some style, Damien making another of his beautiful meals before taking me into the bedroom and fucking me until the sun rose. I’m not quite sure exactly how many orgasms, including multiples, I had in that twelve-hour period, which included about three hours of sleep; I lost count somewhere around 150.

  The partners were so happy with Damien’s performance, despite missing out on the publicity the trial would have surely brought (avoiding a public flogging was one of the main reasons the defendants had caved in so readily), that they wanted him to get started on another case right away. The lockdown had already been going on for a month, but it was expected to end soon, and the trial wasn’t supposed to be for another six months.