by Jamie Knight
“That too.”
It was the easiest wedding that had ever been planned. Emma and I had put what we wanted most on cards, arranging them in order of priority. Whenever our top priorities clashed, which was surprisingly rare, we would flip a coin to settle things. Our only major point of contention was where to have the ceremony. I wanted a wedding in the woods, close to nature; Emma wanted a big church wedding. She won.
Emma
It was a beautiful old cathedral, built in 1790, or so claimed the cornerstone. Going against tradition, Damien influencing me in more ways than one, we had no flowers or any of the other trappings that usually went with weddings. We had splurged on the dress, however. Practical as I was getting to be, I still wanted to look pretty on my big day. I paced the foyer, trying to keep it together and ignore the circus raging in my head. Happiness and nervousness were a volatile mix, threatening to explode at any moment.
The organ started up and everything cleared; anticipation, more than anything else, had been making me nervous. Putting one foot in front of the other, trying to remember how to walk in heels, I made my way to the front, where Damien and Imogen waited for me. The minster was there, too, but that was not what I was most focused on.
We wrote our own vows; it was one of the priorities on which we absolutely agreed during our planning session. It took all of two hours. Neither of us wanted anyone else speaking for us, not even a representative of the Lord.
My parents didn’t come up for the wedding. I really didn’t expect them to; it was a long flight, and they were getting older. Daddy hadn’t been able to travel very well since the stroke.
We had the reception at home, the grounds being more than big enough. I didn’t say it at the time, but I figured it was a compromise for Damien’s forest wedding idea, the house being surrounded by thick woods. Wedding in a church, reception in the wood, seemed like a fair balance to me.
Parking ourselves at the head table, Damien put Imogen down for a nap in her carrier by his chair. She was a really quiet baby, barely fussing at all, even during the ceremony despite all the sound and strange people.
“Love you, Mrs. LeVay,” Damien said, gently taking my hand.
“Love you, Mr. LeVay.”
We kissed, our breath tasting like wine and bubble gum, as Damien’s best friend from college gave the best man speech.
It wasn’t too long to get back into the city. Leaving Damien’s lovely car at the house, we took a cab to the Seventy, taking the same room as where it had all started. The clerks recognized us as we came in.
“And who is this?” the clerk asked as we signed in.
“Imogen,” I said.
“Imogen LaVey,” the clerk said. “Cool!”
It was like a fog, the sexual tension building to a near fever pitch. We had fucked while I was pregnant, and did what we could while I recovered, mostly oral, but it had been a long time since we had been able to really go at it in the way that we liked. Damien’s hand was already on my ass before we got off the elevator.
We were flying out on his private jet in the morning to go on our official honeymoon in France. We were already packed, and the hotel was pretty close to the airfield, so we would have lots of time.
Getting Imogen to sleep in her travel crib almost immediately, Damien swooped me up, quietly giggling, and carried me across the threshold of the adjoining room, heading straight for the bed.
The dress was more complicated than a Rubik’s cube, though Damien figured it out pretty darn quick, pulling it down and away along my naked, vulnerable body. I hadn’t worn underwear on purpose, figuring he would want to get right down to business. Taking off his tux, he joined me on the bed, getting on his knees between my legs. Closing my eyes, I prepared for what was coming next.
The pleasure struck in a jolt, my sweet master’s tongue lapping lovingly at my wet pussy, pulling all kinds of fancy maneuvers, some of which I had never felt before. Before long, I was coming hard, covering my own mouth to keep from screaming.
“It’s okay, pet,” he cooed, gently lowering my hands.
Switching positions so he was standing beside me, my sweet master gifted me his beautiful cock, letting me take it as far into my mouth as I wanted. Getting it into a comfortable spot, I started to suck, slow and leisurely at first, savouring every moment, gradually picking up speed until I was sucking him off as hard as I could, my head bobbing so wildly that he took hold of my braid to keep me from hurting myself.
I could feel his muscles tense, flexing in my mouth. I knew he was about to cum. Slowing to a more manageable speed, I eagerly waited for my master to bless me with his massive load.
It came in a flood, thick, hot, sweet cum gushing into my mouth in a seemingly never-ending stream. When he finished, I kept his warm, hard cock in my mouth, sucking him gently until he came again.
Taking me gently by the neck to hold me still, using more of a press than a squeeze so I never felt like I was choking, Damien got his pants, removing the handcuffs from his side pocket.
“I figured you were ready,” he said, unlocking the loops.
“Yes, master,” I whispered in my pet voice.
I wasn’t just agreeing because it was him. I really did feel ready to take things to the next level – which was why I had planned a wedding night surprise of my own.
Securing my hands to the headboard with the handcuffs, my sweet master put my legs over his shoulders, taking full control of my body, and roughly mounted me, sliding his cock deep inside me. Kissing me for a moment, he started to move, tenderly pumping my pussy until I was moaning, rising with his every thrust. I thought I might cum right then, but he wasn’t done with me yet.
Putting my legs straight up, he got into a kneeling position and started pounding me with all his considerable might. I writhed beneath him, my cries and screamed muffled by his warm, gentle hand, both of my ankles fitting easily into his other hand.
It was like an explosion, his cum flooding into my pussy, the feeling absolutely transcendent. I had started on birth control after Imogen was born, so my sweet master could cum deep inside me without risk of me getting pregnant again. At least, not for a while.
Pulling out gently, Damien gave me his cock again, and I happily sucked him until he was squeaky clean.
“I have a surprise for you,” I managed, his cock still inches from my lips.
“What’s that, pet?”
“Look in my suitcase,” I said, not wanting to ruin the surprise.
Going out into the main room, Damien returned a few minutes later with a small box with a big pink bow.
“What could it be?” he asked, rattling it by his ear.
“Open it and see,” I said, more than ready for another fisting in punishment.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he did just that, a look of shock crossing his face as he lifted the lid.
“You sure?” he asked, looking over at me.
“Absolutely.”
Taking the butt plug and the lube from the box, he lubed the plug up good. Putting the bottle on the nightstand, he took me by the ankles again, lifting my legs straight up. Holding my ankles in one hand, he worked the butt plug into my tight, virgin asshole with the other, pausing at several points to make sure I was okay. I was much more than okay.
Getting the butt plug firmly positioned, the base pressing lightly against my ass cheeks, my master started in with his fingers again, working my pussy to orgasm as the butt plug stretched me. I didn’t really understand at first, but I realized the more relaxed I was, the better it felt.
Working me to a massive G-spot orgasm with two fingers, Damien carefully worked the butt plug out of me. I could feel how stretched my asshole was, open and ready, even for him. Still, he took precautions, lubing us both up good before touching the head of his cock against me for first contact.
Holding my legs up, my sweet master caressed my cheek and kissed me softly as he slowly, tenderly, took my anal cherry. He didn’t pound me like he h
ad with my pussy; it made a lot of sense that the ass would take a lot more gentleness and coaxing. He did eventually work up to a pretty good, regular rhythm, pumping his beautiful cock inside me, giving me unknown pleasures.
“I love you, Mrs. LeVay,” he said, soon after filling my ass with his warm, lovely load.
“I love you too, Mr. LeVay.”
THE END
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Macy was just my type and seemed eager to please. Now that it was just her and I working at the office, I couldn’t help but notice her and my mind was spinning – and my dick was hardening – with the possibilities.
I wasn’t interested in pushing anything, but I was interested to see what might happen, and whether she might be into the BDSM lifestyle, something most people know by the time they reached her admittedly young age.
I knew I shouldn’t hit on her in the office, so I tried to keep things professional for the time being.
“Please get me the Jackson file,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly, making my cock instantly rock hard.
I loved the submissive tone in her voice when she said that.
As she walked out, I could have sworn I saw her ass shake a little. Even more than the natural wiggle I had noticed on her first day that I knew full well was just a function of her body type. I thought she was teasing me, taunting me, begging me to make a move.
My cock pressing against the inside of my pants so hard it hurt, I went quickly to the private, single occupancy bathroom connected to my office, taking the key with me. Getting inside, I unzipped my pants, hauling out my cock, which was large, and which still ached with desire.
I held it gently and started to stroke it, immediately feeling better. I closed my eyes and imagined Macy in her work clothes. She was kneeling on the floor of my office waiting for me to give her ordered.
“Get on all fours,” I ordered her, in my mind.
“Yes, sir,” she said, getting down into doggy position, raising her sweet plump ass up into the air.
In my mind, I pulled up a chair beside her and stroked her ass through the thin material of her skirt. I imagined sliding my hand down the hem and lifting her skirt up to her waist, revealing her creamy white ass, clad in black silk panties.
Starting to stroke my cock harder, I imagined stroking her ass and striking her pussy through the material of her panties, making her hum gently. I pushed her down even farther, pressing her face to the carpet and binding her hands behind her back with my belt.
When she was secured in a submissive position, I imagined pulling her panties down and then off, leaving her pussy and ass completely vulnerable to my whim. Lightly stroking her pale cheeks, I laid a hard spank on her ass, making her jump and yelp with surprise and pain, and also making a bright red handprint appear on her alabaster skin.
I stroked myself harder in real life while in my fantasy I rubbed the affected area, making her hum contentedly. I repeated the process on her other cheek and then went back to the first, going back and forth with spanks and strokes until her ass was bright red.
Finally, in my mind, I relented, moving my hand and my focus down to her wet little pussy. Slipping two fingers in, I worked her until she came, screaming and shuddering on the floor.
When she was ready, I got down on my knees behind her and slipped my cock all the way inside her, her tight pussy hole stretching to make room for my long, wide shaft. Giving her a moment to get used to being filled so completely, I took her roughly by the hips and pounded her until she screamed and then I came deep inside her.
Carefully pulling out, I stroked her pussy as she came down. I imagined lubing up her little ass hole. And then when she was settled again, I moved my cock up to it. Going a lot slower, and stroking her back as I moved, I got my cock about halfway into her ass.
Figuring this was as far as she could take it without serious damage, I took her hips again and with a bit more gentleness, fucked her soundly in the ass, bringing her to a massive assgasm. I would guess it was her first, going by the way she howled. I had a feeling she wasn’t very experienced.
I came, immediately feeling much better overall. That was the release I needed to be able to concentrate. I was ready to get back to work, as soon as I washed my hands while counting to twenty, of course.
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My boss and I are stuck together.
But he wants me to keep working for him in more ways than one.
I've always had a crush on my hot, rich boss.
But he's too much of a workaholic to pay me any attention.
Or so I think.
Until a city-wide order announces that we all have to stay in place.
And my boss and I are the only ones at the office.
He lets me know he admires my curvy figure.
And that the quarantine means he can't go to his normal club.
Or indulge in his usual kinky proclivities.
Unless I'm willing to help him out.
He says it'll help him work better and we can win our case.
But secretly I'm excited to be of service to him, in any way he needs.
I especially want him to take my virginity.
Yet he says he has to get me good and ready first.
As each day of quarantine drags on, he teases me more and more.
I want him so badly I could scream.
I also think I'm falling for him and that it's mutual.
But am I just being naïve?
It's supposed to be a temporary arrangement.
But when the lockdown is lifted, will we still be under each other's spell?
Under Lockdown is a standalone romance novella with no cheating, no cliffhanger and a very happily ever after.
A note from Jamie: Because you're likely under lockdown, you deserve something HOT to help you pass the time while you stay home and stay healthy. I guarantee this book will push all your buttons and hit the right spot. Enjoy!
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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
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