by Jamie Knight
After I’d emptied the contents of my stomach, I checked my phone again. Just to make sure it was all real. That I wasn’t dreaming again. I wasn’t. The phone’s tiny screen showed a full-color instant replay of Max taking me up against the tree the day after tightrope training.
Max hurried into the bathroom, his face puffy from sleep. “What’s wrong, Pet?”
I couldn’t speak even though I wanted to. To tell him what I had seen. Everything I was feeling, but when I tried, it only came out as a horrible sob, and I was off again. Max held my hair back and stroked my back as I hurled. All the stress and fear were too much for me to handle.
Max pulled me back against him, stroking my belly and kissing my cheek until I calmed down. He always knew just how to help me feel better. Finally, I pulled myself together enough to form words.
“I got an email,” I said, proffering my phone, “a video. It’s us outside against the tree.”
Max watched the video, his face unreadable. He could be a champion poker player if he ever decided publishing wasn’t his thing.
His brow furrowed.
“I don’t know how this happened. The camera must have been well hidden.”
“Do you know who would do such a thing?” I asked.
“Yeah, a few people. You don’t get to my position without making a few enemies. Like with most things, I have the best. Rich, powerful, connected, and very, very vengeful. Some of them are still carrying grudges that go back years. I’m not surprised they would come after me, but you?”
I could almost feel the rage radiating off of him. His protectiveness kicked into high gear. I believed everything he said, not thinking for a minute he might have set up the cameras.
His phone beeped. He went to the bedroom and came back a few seconds later, the phone clasped in his hand.
“What is it?” I asked.
“A blackmail threat.”
“What does it say?”
“You know, the usual bullshit. Transfer a million dollars. If not, we’ll post the video publicly. If they were going to, they would have by now or at least given me an account to transfer the money to. Bloody amateurs.”
Tossing his expensive phone away as though it were a soiled tissue, he went right back to comforting me.
Scooping me up in his powerful arms, Max carried me back to bed. My face pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
I should have been more concerned about a sex tape of us leaking to the internet. Particularly with my parents being the way they were. Max didn’t seem concerned, so I shouldn’t be either.
“I love you so much,” I blurted.
I wished with everything in me, I could take it back, but the words were out, along with my secret. For once since I had met him, I was able to read his face and what I found there told me I’d been right to confess my feelings.
“I love you too, Pet,” he confessed. “I think I have from the second you spilled the coffee all over the carpet.”
I giggled.
“I’m yours. Body and soul,”
“I was hoping you would say that.”
“I want to have your babies!”
“That can be arranged,” he grinned, gliding his hand over my pussy.
In seconds, I was flat on my back, my legs wide, welcoming him once again. His cock felt perfect inside me. Leaning down to kiss me, he started to move. Softly working me, my pussy tightened around his cock, not wanting to let him go. Not that he seemed to have much intention of leaving.
Just in case, I wrapped my legs around him, my hips moving in sync with each of his thrusts. I felt the warm rush as he filled my pussy up with his warm, thick cum.
Chapter 16 - Max
I didn’t want to leave her. The distance almost hurt after such a close intimacy. Were it up to me, I would have held her in my arms forever. Except the agents of chaos had, once again, made themselves known and forced my hand.
I looked at Charli asleep beside me. My sweet girl gave a new meaning to my life. Existence seemed to become less fleeting and pointless. Almost anything was stronger when it was shared.
I felt better than I could have imagined after letting my genuine feelings out. It helped that she felt the same way. Our spirits and bodies came together in a beautiful union rare, even among humans or galaxies.
I’d thought she had been at least half-kidding about wanting to have my babies, so I was surprised when she put her legs around me like that. It felt amazing to release while still deep inside her.
I dared to wonder what the future might be like. To love and fuck Charli every day. It was a great image. A future worth fighting for.
After dressing, I went to my office. What I was about to do was something I swore I would never do again, but I didn’t have a choice.
It was a part of my previous life. A part I thought I’d left far behind. Yet, when needed, I was ready to step back in.
Unlocking the drawer, I took out the flash drive. It didn’t look like much. A standard 8GB model with the letters W.E.E.O. on it in sharpie. The acronym stood for World Ending Emergencies Only. Depending on your definition of ‘world,’ the situation with the blackmailer counted.
I had been at the top of the game. One of the best. Even the Pentagon was nervous when I was at my height even though I wasn’t interested in them. I wore a white hat, occasionally dipping over into gray when needed. I wasn’t into black hat tactics, but what I was about to do was as shady as it could get.
I clicked onto the video link and back-traced the cameras’ signal. After a while, I got the IP address for the computer it was being stored on. The video they’d emailed Charli wasn’t the only one they had. I went through each file one by one, cloning the hard drive to my work machine. I deleted the original copies, scrubbing the hard drive after, so they couldn’t be recovered.
I could have left it there. I probably should have, but they’d mistakenly messed with my girl. They had to suffer.
It took longer than expected to launch, but I shouldn’t have been too surprised considering what it did. I’d written the virus years ago. A doomsday protocol, which was the computer equivalent of a cyanide pill. I needed to get rid of everything in a hurry.
The download bar hit complete, and I was at the point of no return—a point where my past met my present.
Taking a deep breath, I hit enter, burning the blackmailer’s system and any hope of ever fully escaping my past as a world-class hacker. I wasn’t worried about getting arrested.
What were they going to do? Report me to the cops? They couldn’t, not without explaining why I laid waste to their motherboard. Besides, they would never be able to prove it was me. I was a master at hiding my tracks.
The sun was becoming visible through the windows when the deed was done. Charli’s privacy protected, and her honor defended, I decided it was time to go back to bed.
I wouldn’t have much chance to sleep before starting another demanding workday, but I had the best assistant I’d ever encountered to help me with it all. My phone beeped a few seconds after I got back under the blankets.
“What’s that, Master?” Charli asked, stirring.
“The lockdown is over.”
“Really?”
She pushed up onto her elbows, the blanket falling away from her gorgeous tits.
“Yep,” I said, taking her left nipple between my lips.
“Do we have to leave paradise?”
It was an odd way of putting it. Most people would have been happy to go back to what they thought of as normal life.
“Do you want to?”
“No, Master. I want to stay here with you. Forever and ever.”
There was something about the way she said ‘forever’ that I found endearing. Kissing her on the forehead, I pulled her in and snuggled her close.
“You don’t have to go anywhere,” I vowed. “You are mine, Pet. For the rest of my life.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Adjusting our position,
I put Charli on her back. She opened her legs in welcome, wanting me as much as I wanted her.
Switching things up, I took her by the ankles, pushing her legs up and back. Not only did this give me full access to her beautiful pussy already glistening with arousal, but I’d also heard somewhere it helped with conceiving.
“Please, Master,” Charli begged, as I traced the head of my cock around her tender pussy lips.
“Say it,” I prompted.
“Fuck my pussy, Master. Make a baby with me.”
Kissing her delicately, I eased my cock inside her channel and made gentle love to her. Savoring her every squeak, moan and murmur as she moved under me.
Held prone and vulnerable in my firm grasp, she still tried to move her hips in time with mine, but I stayed in control. I picked up speed, pumping at a steady, moderate rhythm. She groaned her delight as her pussy tightened around my cock. We were both getting ready to fall.
Charli let out a long, beautiful moan that sounded like a song as I came deep inside.
Epilogue - Charli
Max and I remained at our house by the beach even after the state-wide lockdown was lifted. We loved being together by the ocean, and it made it easy to decide on a venue for the wedding.
The event limits weren’t difficult to stick with. The total number of people present numbered five, including the Justice of the Peace. Elsa and my mom were the only family present. My dad went into conniptions when he discovered I was marrying someone seventeen years older than me.
It felt a little odd walking down the aisle with only Alexa for musical accompaniment, but I wasn’t focusing on that. All my attention focused on my master, who waited for me under the flower arch six feet away from the Justice. We’d used a measuring tape just to be sure.
I put one foot in front of the other, my dress long enough to let me be barefoot, which was nice since I was four months pregnant.
I was just finishing my first trimester when we ordered the dress, so my baby bump barely showed. I wasn’t trying to hide anything. Getting married on the beach in front of a mansion during a pandemic while four months pregnant was far from the oddest thing about my wonderful new life.
We were unbreakable. We knew that. Still, it was nice to make it official. To declare our love in front of the people we loved most in the world.
***
I knew Max was rich. That was obvious from the house, the cars, and everything else. However, I didn’t know that he was Bond Villain levels of rich with a private island complete with its own, slightly smaller mansion.
I could feel the baby kicking as we went up the walkway, hand in hand, the pavement smooth under my feet. At least until we got nearer the door, at which point Max scooped me up and carried me across the threshold, the door closing behind us.
Kissing me tenderly, he brought me to the master bedroom and laid me out on the massive bed and undressed me slowly. I set about undressing him, too. Taking my time with each layer. Savoring the experience as I went.
I took down his boxer shorts. His rock-hard cock springing at me like a cobra. My mouth watered at the very sight.
“Go ahead,” he said, stroking my cheek. “I know how much you enjoy it.”
Wrapping my hand as far as I could around his shaft, I stroked as I worked his cock into my mouth, slurping and sucking his magnificent member until he blessed me with his sweet load.
“Show me,” he instructed.
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to show him I had swallowed every drop.
“Your turn,” he said and grinned.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Max slid off my panties, the cool air tickling my pussy. He kissed his way up my thighs then buried his head between my legs. His experienced tongue licked me to ecstasy.
After I came, he wasted no time getting up on the bed and mounting me with unrestrained urgency.
His cock slid into me, and kissing me deeply, he started to move, working inside me with a gentle ebb and flow. He worked every last centimeter of my pussy to its absolute limit.
Sensing when I was about to orgasm, Max stilled, and my inner muscles clamped down, milking him. Both of us basked in the afterglow as he filled me up with a massive load, warming me from the inside, our souls and fates forever connected.
The day I fell for him would be a day I would never forget. Getting on my hands and knees in his office to clean up spilled coffee had changed the path of my life.
I knew exactly what was expected of me, but that didn’t mean I was perfect. I still accidentally on purpose made mistakes because sometimes the punishments were as good as the rewards.
THE END
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Chapter 1 – Brody
“Due to concerns about the Coronavirus, we have decided that we will need to work remotely for a while. We are not sure when things will get back to normal, but we are convinced that this is the best course of action for the time being. If you have any questions, feel free to reach out via phone or email. All offices will be closed until further notice.”
The world had changed, and we were feeling the effects of it. I was at my office for my app design company, listening to a conference call that was being held for the whole company.
The other line blinked on my phone so I switched over to that one.
“Yes?” I answered.
“It’s Sylvia,” came my assistant’s voice over the intercom. “I have some bad news for you.”
The day had hardly begun, and it already was chock-full of bad news.
“What’s the news?” I asked, concerned.
Sylvia had been with us for a long time and I knew she wouldn’t leave us hanging if it wasn’t for a good reason.
“My mother is sick,” she said. “We aren’t sure if she has the Coronavirus or not, but I really need to be there for her.”
She started bawling uncontrollably. I wanted to console her, but I didn’t know what to say. None of the normal words seemed to fit. Phrases like “Everything will be okay” or “Things will get better soon” felt like empty platitudes. All words were lost on me right now because I was just as uncertain as everyone else.
All I knew for sure was that I was struggling personally and professionally because of everything that was going on. I was literally at my wit’s end about what I was going to do.
Normally, my refuge would be Club Skin, a BDSM club where I would spend time with a pet. She would do everything that I commanded, eager to please me. I would play the game with her until I got bored and then find another pet to pass the time.
It was my routine. I had grown rather fond of it.
It suited me better than a traditional relationship, mostly because I didn’t believe in those.
I’ll never forget the day that changed my view of love and relationships forever.
My mother had picked me up early from school, telling me that we were going on an adventure. She had a suitcase in the backseat and said that we were going to take a bus to our new lives.
I didn’t understand what she was talking about. I liked my life with our family, her and my father. So, I told her so.
She told me that that didn’t matter and that I would learn to love our new life better. I cried, begging and pleading for her not to make me leave. After what felt like an eternity, she finally agreed to take me home.
My father was there which wasn’t normal for him. He said that he hadn’t been feeling well and that he had taken the afternoon off. That was also very rare— I couldn’t remember a time when he had called out sick to work.
My mother told him that it was time to drop the charade, and that I was old enough to know what was going on. My father begged her to reconsider and wait a while. But she told him right then and there that she was leaving him for someone else and that there was nothing tha
t he could do about it.
Then she turned to me, asking me if I wanted to stay or go. I looked over at my dad, who looked overwrought with pain, and knew that I couldn’t leave him. I didn’t want to. I told her so. She walked out the door and didn’t look back.
Ever since then, I became convinced that all relationships were doomed to failure because everyone cheats. I later found out that the whole time that my parents were together, my father had a girlfriend on the side. That made me more sympathetic to my mother’s point of view, but it was too long after the fact for it to matter at the time.
My mother was upset that I had chosen my dad, and she was lonely. After my mother moved out of the apartment she had rented, she moved back in with us. At first I protested, not knowing at the time about my father’s own indiscretions and thinking that he was being a wimp by taking her back after she had made him so sad, but I saw that she made my dad smile, so I stopped giving him such a hard time.
But the older I got and the more I found out about their relationship, the more I started to realize that their kind of “love” was sick and twisted, and I didn’t know whether anything else could exist. I certainly didn’t want to risk finding out.
I knew that I wanted nothing to do with any serious relationship. I could never risk putting my heart on the line and getting hurt.
So, for me, I chose to have pets— contractual BDSM arrangements with subordinates, to whom I would be dominant. Sometimes it was just for a night, other times it lasted longer, but I was always clear that it was temporary and not part of any real relationship. My pets helped me to destress and gave me somewhere to go to escape the loneliness of my apartment.
But now Club Skin was closed due to COVID-19. And everyone was isolating. How would I get my needs met in this environment?
I wished that there was a way that I could bring a pet to me. I would have a playmate. And, plus, it would be a way for me to fill the open assistant position, now that my secretary had to take family leave for what could turn out to be the remainder of the pandemic.
