Under the Mistletoe: Quarantined for Christmas with My Boss

by Jamie Knight

  "Ah. Nellie, baby. Oh, fuck," he says. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

  "Cum for me, boss. I'm ready to be filled up with my first cum."

  "Then take it, Nellie. It's all yours. I’m going to fill up your little pussy with my big load of cum."

  His eyes close, and a low, drawn out grunt punches through his mouth, as the second wave plunders through me in mutual orgasm. Heaving, I kiss all of his skin that I can reach. I run my hands through his hair and ride him.

  "You want me on my back?" he asks.

  "Yes. And don't you dare pull out."

  I realize now that I have not taken a good look at his cock. By now it's got to be covered in cum and pussy juice, so maybe later. It's still hard, and I’m not done with it.

  "I won't," he shudders.

  I grab him by the shoulders and prop myself up on it. My feet planted behind his calves, I begin swirling around on him.

  "Holy fuck," he moans. "What are you doing to me, Nellie?"

  "Fucking you, boss. Didn't you see it in my job description?"

  His breath gets heavier, and his body squirms. I wiggle all over him as he plays with my nipples, tonguing them as I heave up and down. My body's about to go numb again. I can feel it. His cock grows stiffer by the thrust, and his thighs tell it all.

  “Does my little Christmas present want to me cum again?” he asks.

  "It depends. Does my boss want to cum inside me again?"

  He nods and gently bites my nipples. Then he begins power thrusting into me. I let go and let him have his fun. He hits deeper this time, every graze bringing us both closer to the end. He moans my name, bites my nipple and squeezes my ass together, the combination driving me crazy.

  "Denue..."

  "Cum for me, baby. Cum on your boss’s cock."

  I lose it at that shit. The feeling of Denue cumming inside of me is enough to thrust me over the edge as I scream out loud and let my body go limp on him. He shoots a second round of his seed into me as friction grips us both, sending us into a caress of almost tearful proportions.

  "Thank you, for that," I say with a sigh.

  His cock is growing softer by the second, its work now done.

  "I'm, um, not on any birth control."

  "It's okay. We can just have it delivered from the pharmacy in the morning."

  "Okay."

  He wets my lips with his, and smiles, cuddling me into his thick chest.

  "You are the best Christmas present I’ve ever had, Nellie. Remember that."

  "I will. Because I feel the same way."

  Exhausted and feeling the soreness creeping in, I kiss his nipple and let my body rest on the wonderful, warm, beating pillow of his strong chest.

  Chapter Eight

  Denue

  "You've been asleep for hours, love.”

  She blinks as she wakes up in a daze, as if forgetting where she is.

  “Don't be shocked; the day has not yet passed. Look, the snow's falling. Beautiful, isn't it? Now, don't strain.”

  Now she’s blinking even more, out of confusion.

  “I know you're the kind of girl who enjoys her wild and crazy side with me, so I've taken it upon myself to do the honors and tie you up nice and tight. Do you like it? Nod, if yes. Blink twice if no.”

  She nods. It’s hesitant, but it’s definitely a nod. Since I’ve bound her mouth, too, it’s the only way we can communicate.

  “Yes? You love it? Good. I thought it would be better if you hang in the air for this, for better play. It won't be for a long time though. Ten minutes is all we need for your blood to rush through you nice and fast. I promise you, Nellie. You're gonna love this."

  I love how she looks with her body in the air, hanging from rope that's gripping her shoulders, down to her spread out legs. I have easy access to her dripping pussy, and her bare nipples. She can't say anything for now. Maybe after I'm done.

  "Would you like me to lick your clit, baby? You can nod."

  She does.

  "Good. I'm glad you can hear me. I know you wondered why this room had such a high ceiling. This is why. It's our playroom now. So, the rules are simple, baby. I’ll eat your pussy out. And then, when you are weak and can't do shit about it, I’ll fuck your mouth and make you swallow everything I give you. Do you like that plan, Nellie?"

  She nods. Good.

  My cock is still excited from our earlier encounter, salty cum still dripping from its tip. I raise my hands up and trace my fingers along her nipples. She groans in pleasure as I tickle them. I lick her salty labia and dive my tongue into it.

  The binding moves a bit from her moaning, and I hold her in place, lowering the cable with the button in my hand. She squirms in demonic pleasure the longer I pursue her. Her strong legs and the wild, salty taste of our longing for each other makes me go deeper into her, nose and chin and all.

  Nellie wiggles around, groaning as the hot and heavy smack of my tongue immerses her body into another orgasm. I pull away and catch my breath.

  "Somebody liked that. Maybe a little too much, hmm?"

  She blinks twice.

  "Okay, baby. Come on down. Let me take care of you.

  The binding comes off of her and leaves marks all over her pure body. I hold her head and pull her body up away from the rope and lay with her on the bed. She twitches, smiling, her fingers pulsing and her knees knocking.

  "We should do that again," she shudders.

  "Maybe later. I’m still not done with you yet."

  "You’re not?" She closes her eyes and lets out a beautiful little yelp at the touch of my finger on her sweet flesh. I rub her clit and she continues another climb, into an orgasm she hadn’t seen coming.

  “Now I am,” I tell her. “And now it’s your turn.”

  I change positions and then, whether it’s destiny or just good bed placement, my cock falls in line with her mouth post orgasm. She takes me gingerly inside, then lets me push myself a bit further down her throat.

  "Yes, baby. Just like that."

  Nellie takes all of me in, casting all inhibitions cast aside. I hold her head, but she doesn’t need my help to bob it and suck on me strong and good.

  Oh, God, she's the boss now.

  Does she have any idea what pleasurable havoc this is wrecking upon me?

  I close my eyes and let her tongue suck away on my cock. Her breasts rest on my thighs. She wraps her hand around the shaft and milks every last bit of cum from my balls. I am empty for sure.

  "God, Denue. What are we doing to each other?" she says, after swallowing it all down.

  I take hold of her body and succumb into a gripping caress. Our wet chins meet.

  "I have always wanted you. You know that,” I tell her. “Ever since the interview. And I know it's mutual."

  "Oh, yeah. It is."

  "This year has taught me to go for what I want and not worry about regrets. Because life is short and unpredictable. What I want is you, Nellie. I always have."

  Looking sleepy, she takes her time blinking.

  "I feel the same way, boss. You mean everything to me."

  "Merry Christmas, baby," I say to her. "Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go."

  But she's already asleep again. Feeling happy and whole, I close my eyes too.

  Chapter Nine

  Nellie

  "It's fucking weird, that's why."

  "What? You've never had breakfast for dinner?" he says.

  "In movies, it's a thing, but in real life, it sounds like the craziest idea ever."

  Okay, maybe not the craziest, I think, last night replaying in my mind.

  "Well, the chicken was not cooked. It's grilled sandwiches for now, and fantastic ice cream sherbet, homemade, for later. What do you say?"

  "Sure. Why not?”

  After we eat our sandwiches, he says, "Why don't we go and open the presents?"

  My mouth drops. "There are presents?"

  "Well, yeah. Tis the season, right? Come on."


  I spoke too soon.

  "You have a tree? Since when?"

  "Okay. You are a really heavy sleeper. I got last year's one from the garage outside and decorated it with—"

  "That is the cutest thing I have ever seen," I say, interrupted him as soon as we get into the living room.

  At the top of the tree is the only decoration: a printed picture of us at the office, months ago, before the pandemic even started, laughing at something the cameraman had said. It’s the only picture that exists of us.

  "You kept it."

  "I did," he says, and then adds, "Open your present."

  He points at a red box with my initials on the wrapping paper. He really does think of everything and covers every detail.

  As I unwrap it and then crack open my box, my lips shudder in disbelief as I see the big, shiny ring.

  I look at him aghast. He nods, as if trying to convince me I should take this seriously.

  "I know it’s soon. But I haven’t had these feelings for anyone before, ever. I have been in only two other relationships, and both ended with indifference. This feels real, Nels. This feels right. And I know it makes no sense, it feels rushed, but in my heart, I know for a fact that we are meant to figure the rest of our lives together."

  This... is this really happening?

  He rubs his hands against my own and gets down on one knee. He breathes onto my skin and kisses it. This is not a dream.

  "Look,” he says, gesturing outside. “What more do we need to show us that this is fate?"

  The window behind us is sheathed, and snowflakes loosely flutter in the wind. Crystals of snow dance in the air, falling beautifully on the pane. I turn to him, shaking all over.

  “Nellie, will you marry me?”

  "Yes. Let's do it!"

  He lunges at me, hoists me high up and feels my body on his. Grateful and smiling, he chases me down to 'our' room, puts the ring on my finger, kisses away my tears, and makes me feel like the happiest fiancée a girl could ever want to be.

  This has definitely been the best Christmas ever, and I can only imagine what the future has in store for us.

  Although I don’t want to have be on lockdown, I’m glad I get to be here with him while we do it.

  Now I just have to figure out how to tell my mom about this very fast development!

  Epilogue

  Nellie

  One year later

  Everyone's here. Everyone.

  The vaccine was distributed to everyone about three months ago. Denue and I got it, and made sure all our wedding guests had gotten it too, just so we could finally fucking celebrate for real.

  For close to a year, my fiancé and I spent the days working and fucking, talking and cumming, looking at the stars and going through winter, spring, and summer together, away from people.

  I have no idea how we all coped with the long lockdown, but I was not alone, and am grateful that I made the choice to be with him.

  With Denue's hand in mine, we say our vows to each other. When we’re done, the sky couldn’t be any clearer as we dance together, watched by everyone we love.

  "I know your dad and grandma would have loved to be here," says Denue, swinging me around, kissing my ear.

  "Your dad too," I whisper. “But otherwise, everything has been perfect.”

  "Then we should make a run for it."

  The music stops, and the guests cheer. Some of them get up to dance, and Denue breaks us off and away from them.

  "Run to where, babe?"

  "To our honeymoon to make babies, of course. The tank on the private jet is full right now, and I can’t wait any longer."

  Laughing, I grab his arm and tell him that we could never leave our wedding reception without saying goodbye to our mothers. Mine was very surprised when I told her the news, but soon came around. Now she’s glad to have gained Denue as a son-in-law.

  But, I add, we can momentarily step out. Then I usher him past the cheerful reception, and through the emptying hallways and stop at the church vestry. I lock the door behind us, take my veil off, and unzip the back of my white gown. He’s already taking his very hard cock out of the zipper in his tuxedo pants.

  "We have enough time for you to dirty up your new bride,” I tell him.

  “Like this?” he asks, hurrying to push himself inside me.

  “Just like that,” I tell him.

  His thrusts feel amazing inside me. He reaches around to rub my clit while he fucks me hard and fast.

  “Oh, yes, that feels so good,” he says, as I get closer to my own orgasm.

  “I’m gonna cum,” I moan.

  “Yeah, cum on your husband’s cock,” he says, spanking my ass a bit as I slide all over his cock, my juices running down as the orgasm washes over me. “You’re such a bad girl for me and I love it.”

  “Cum in my pussy, hubby,” I tell him, and I soon realize I didn’t have to, because I feel him start to pulse and throb inside me.

  “Oh, I am,” he growls. “And there will be no more birth control for us. It’s time we start making a baby.”

  “That would be the second best gift ever,” I tell him, as we both come down off our highs.

  We hurry to pull ourselves together and get back to our party. He takes my hand and squeezes it.

  “Yep. Unwrapping you as my Christmas gift after kissing you under the mistletoe will always be my best memory ever. This wedding of ours is up there, too, though, and I’m sure having a baby will be very memorable.”

  “I’m sure it will be,” I say, smiling back at him as we return to dance the night away before starting our honeymoon and the rest of our lives together.

  THE END

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  In my mind, his cock beats like his heart. The tip throbs. The end of it plays with and kisses my clit. I sigh. I gasp on entry, inhaling slowly and surely. His lips and my own share a hello, and we both fall into a sea of forgotten memories.

  In my fantasy, he thrusts. I thrust back. My thighs. They clench. They sing. They burn. They struggle to breathe.

  My clit, my fingers, my fuzzy mind, the darkness behind my eyes, the high-pitched frequency behind my ears, all meet at the same time and pull me apart, nearly in half.

  ‘Gooooood, oh Gooood.’ I exhale, inhale, hold my breath.

  I lose the world for a moment in eternity and scream until there is no more of it. An orgasm wipes my mind and flips a new page over. The back of my knees click on the floor. Ass and cunt fire up and make me kneel.

  My arm tires. My fingers run loose. They rub. They pump. They do not stop. I breathe and hold my breath again. The powerful climax relaxes and grips me once more. Its origins are from my womb and as high up as my aching nipples.

  ‘Ahaaaaaghh!’ I exhale, breathe, and hold.

  Orbs of light race down my neck, up my mind, down my nipples, up my ears, down my pussy, down my ass and then back up again. My fingers are frantic now, brushing the excited clit in demented vigor and alarming urge. My body shoots down and I breathe out.

  I see the floor first thing when my eyes pop open. There is drool on it. I check my face and wipe that off. Wow.

  The apartment is cold, and I’m alone. I sit up and urge myself to rise. Panties and pants by my ankles, of course. Kicking them aside, I get up. I check my fingers. Slippery and wet. There is
liquid fire between my legs.

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  Now's his chance to own me.

  I've worked at my job for three years.

  And I've wanted my boss the whole time.

  He's older, rich and experienced.

  I just know he wants to take my virginity.

  Yet he can't because I'm off limits.

  But then a pandemic breaks out.

  And we all have to quarantine at home.

  I can't believe I won't get to see him.

  Until he asks me to work at his house.

  We're finally alone, with no one watching.

  He says he's wanted my curves forever.

  And that he's going to claim what's his.

  But is this just a temporary taking of my body?

  Or is my heart under his ownership for good?

  Under His Ownership is a romance novella with no cheating, no cliffhanger and a very happily ever after. It is part of the Love Under Lockdown series, which are standalone books about falling in love during quarantine. They can be read alone, and 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