by Jamie Knight
The mansion looked very much the same. Except that an in-ground pool had been added, and more stables, for more horses.
“I thought Freya would like the new additions,” Adam told me.
“Ummm, yeah,” I agreed, really too stunned to say anything else.
“I’m having a fence put up around the pool because I don’t want either of our babies accidentally walking or crawling in there. The contractors are supposed to come while we’re on our honeymoon and Astrid is watching Freya.”
“Awesome,” I told him, so happy about everything.
I was so excited for our new baby to arrive. And I liked how he called Freya “ours.” We already had the adoption paperwork in motion, but to him, it was like it was official.
Adam had made an app that pulled in every single newspaper and media outlet in the country and then blasted out a reward notification for the whereabouts of Freya’s dad. He made sure to mention that no child support would need to be paid if he would only contact us, and that all that we wanted was for him to sign divorce papers and the adoption papers allowing Adam to adopt Freya.
It all turned out so much better than I could have hoped, as he agreed to everything, glad to be off the hook. Freya knew Adam better than she had ever known her real dad, since she was literally a newborn when he left, and I knew that she adored him. This arrangement was best for everyone involved.
“Where is everything you had in the pal?”
“Storage or in here. I didn't get rid of anything really important.”
The house really did feel like it could be home. Schooling for the kids might be a bit of a challenge, but we could commute.
As soon as I was through the door, my feet were off the floor. Adam swooped me up and carried me to the stairs. I felt the same as he did and didn't resist. Not that I would have anyway.
We had talked about it before and, while we both loved it deeply, we agreed not to get too intense while I was pregnant. That didn't mean we couldn't still have lots of fun, though.
“I thought we might try something different,” Adam said, laying me on the bed.
“What's that, Master?”
“Well, it is our wedding night, and while neither of us are virgins in any way, shape or form, it should still be special.”
“With you so far.”
“So, what I am going to do to you, my sweet little pet, is something I have never done with anyone before.”
“What's that, Master?” I asked, trembling with anticipation.
“I am going to fuck you vanilla style.”
I wasn't quite sure what that meant, but he soon made himself clear. Patently extracting me from the dress so I was completely bare, Adam gave me a full body massage. Every inch of muscle relaxed to the point where I could barely lift my head.
When I was ready, he gently turned me onto my back, opening my legs. Caressing his way back up my quivering thighs, he worked my pussy with his fingers, and then his tongue, to three orgasms in a row.
Stroking me calm, he kissed his way down from my neck to my pussy and gave me a long, tender stroke with his tongue, covering the entire length and most of the width of my cunt. I was just about to burst when he stopped and coaxed me to a gentle orgasm with his thumb.
When I was ready, my darling master took off his clothes. His beautiful cock was already quite hard as he mounted me.
Holding my hands above my head, he kissed me softly as he slid the head of his cock into my pussy. I let out a soft moan as it pressed right on my clit and then gasped as he pushed in, sliding easily into my wet pussy. I wanted him so much!
Lightly nibbling my neck, Master started to pump, working rhythmically inside me. He felt better than any had before, even while fucking me the same way. It was a good thing we were married, seeing as how he had completely ruined me for every other man in existence.
I always had the option of becoming a nun, but I doubted even that could really fill the void if I ever lost Adam. Not that I had to worry about that much. He had literally tattooed my name over his heart. As his cum filled my mouth, all I could think was how I had never been so in love.
THE END
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Sneak Peek of Under My Boss’s Orders
The first collection in the Under Him series is Under My Boss’s Orders, which contains Under Lockdown, Under Strict Orders and Under the Hawaiian Sun.
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Macy
Day 1 of Lockdown
Opportunities can come at the strangest of times and in the oddest of ways. Like when I somehow landed a plumb job as a paralegal at one of the biggest law firms not only the city but the state – one of the few multi-billion dollar law firms going.
Not that it was a cold corporate culture. The firm itself, a family affair run by siblings Mel and Jim White, was housed in a red brick heritage building with an on-site coffee shop. The atmosphere was not quite the ping-pong court and arcade games in the break room like I had heard about at graphic design firms, but it was still hardly the draconian hell I had heard tell about at many of the surrounding office towers.
I just thanked my lucky stars that the firm didn’t really have a dress code and I didn’t have to wear high heels every day. The damn things played merry hell on my ankles, especially when I had to walk to the building every day from my car.
There were legends going around that the firm kept a few spots in a nearby parking garage but the bestowment of one of the them was subject to great mystery. Three of the spots were reserved for the firm’s partners.
Finding a rare and precious road spot, no doubt due to the social distancing orders that the city had put in place due to the Coronavirus, I went in for an a extra shift. I needed the money and didn’t mind the work.
It wasn’t like I had a hot date. Or any date. My confidence was pretty shaken since my ex dumped me. According to him, I was boring because I didn’t like going to clubs and dropping party drugs. He had already done so much ecstasy in his time it was a wonder he could still be so mean.
My boss was a big shot lawyer at the firm. Not a partner but well on his way. At least according to the office gossip. He was so handsome it was hard to keep my eyes off him, which was something that lead to a few accidents my first couple of days there. Nothing too serious. I wasn’t falling down stairs or anything, but I did drop a lot of papers, giving the male staff some very good looks at my ass.
A few of them were actually caught looking at it. It was a bit embarrassing because I was shy but still made me feel pretty good. I was still a virgin and couldn’t see how any guy would be interested in me. I was surprised but excited when this theory was proven wrong.
Despite being a virgin, I was still really horny, fantasizing a lot about what it would be like to lose my virginity whenever I got the opportunity. I wasn’t really saving myself either. I would love to have sex if I could find the right guy.
The building was eerily quiet. Even the second floor reception desk was empty, standing like a dark, lonely island in the ocean of the lobby. I’d taken the stairs up, having had an aversion to elevators since getting stuck in one during a black out. Some might call it a phobia but that term describes an irrational fear of something not generally thought to be dangerous, like balloons or the dark. And elevators were definitely dangerous.
I found Paul in his office going over some pleadings. His tailored suit jacket was hanging on the back of the chair, revealing his black suspenders against his crisp white shirt. He could come off as a bit cold sometimes,
but it was easy to admire his dedication to his job. He seemed to really believe in what he was doing and in seeing that justice was done.
He had all the signs of the new rich, but I could tell that it wasn’t about the money to him, not really. That was more of an added bonus for doing his job so well, which seemed fair enough to me. Especially since he gave a lot to charity – hospital funds and the like.
“Macy, thanks for coming in,” he said, not looking up from the legal texts.
“You’re welcome,” I said, leaving out the fact that I really didn’t have anything better to do.
“Everyone is so worried about this Corona thing. I think we might be the only ones here.”
“You’re not scared?” I asked, sitting down across from him.
“Sure I am. I’m not a fool. But I also have far too much work to do to take time off. This case is a tough one and I need as much research on it as I can get.”
“I see.”
Another reason that I didn’t mind coming into work was that he was a huge hunk. All the women at the office had a crush on him. Even the ones who were already spoken for. Not that they would do anything, of course, or that he would let them if they wanted to. Not only was he far too busy to have any kind of fling, but he was also too moral to do anything with a colleague’s wife or girlfriend.
Only a single woman would ever have had a chance with him. And I happened to be one of those, like it or not. I felt lucky to have the opportunity to work for him, which many other women around here would die for.
“Take down the following notes,” he said, finally looking at me.
I might have been imagining it but I could have sworn he was checking me out. He was scanning my body up and down, undressing me with his eyes. I hadn’t really dressed any more sexy that night than I usually did. Though that didn’t matter too much.
I was built in such a way as to always come across as provocative. My hips just naturally wiggled when I walked and I couldn’t wear a button up shirt without the cloth parting near my boobs since they were so damn big. Even my ass tended to stretch the material of the skirts I wore. I blushed from the attention, welcome and perplexing as it might have been.
I got out my pad and pen, preparing to take down notes of his instructions, but my mind was spinning with everything I would like him to do to me. Despite my virginity, I had always been pretty kinky in my fantasies.
I liked the idea of being dominated and most of my fantasies revolved around being completely submissive to a strong and experienced man as he had his way with me. Fucking me in every hole. Particularly my ass.
I blushed just thinking about it: Paul’s big, thick cock pounding into my tight little virgin pussy as I lay tied up and prone under him, loving every second of it.
It was just a fantasy, though, I reminded myself.
But as I caught him looking at me again as he rattled off a list of legal cases he wanted me to look into, I couldn’t help but hope that maybe it could come true.
Chapter Two
Paul
Macy was really cute when she blushed. Like an innocent little angel. I wondered if she was a virgin and wasn’t used to such attention.
I couldn’t help scanning her perfect, curvy, hourglass body. Particularly her big, beautiful tits, which were in the top five of the biggest I had ever seen. I had seen the curve of her ass under her thin skirts before and noted its lovely, steep curve. Very squeezable.
I had never really looked at her that way before. It wasn’t that I thought she was ugly. Any fool could see that she was absolutely gorgeous and definitely my type – she was any man’s type, with those sexy curves of her.
I just hadn’t noticed her before on account of me being so busy. I had really been giving it my all ever since the rumors of partnership had started a few months before. I really wanted a spot at the big table. I could definitely do some good then.
There was also a bit of ego involved, of course, if I was honest. I liked the idea of my opposition trembling in their boots at the notion of going up against a partner at White & White. Though, considering that most of them were objectively evil, I didn’t feel too bad about this bit of schadenfreude.
I was a workaholic to be sure, but I also had a bit of a secret. Something only my closest friends knew. When I wasn’t working, or carrying at the other necessities of life, I was at Club Lush: a private, exclusive, anything goes BDSM club downtown. Even the cops only knew about it by reputation, the exact location yet to be nailed down, except by the staff and members.
I really liked submissive women, consenting adults only of course, who let me completely dominate them. Spanking, slapping, bondage and anal were among my favorite activities and there was no shortage of like-minded female members who were more than happy to indulge both my desires and their own.
Contrary to popular belief, propagated by reckless and clueless media representations, real BDSM is not about violence. It is about connection and people who engage in it are very ethical, consent being of the upmost importance.
That was honestly why I joined the club. I would have preferred to practice my lifestyle in the context of a contractual relationship but the last thing I wanted to do was pressure someone who wasn’t into the practice to do something they weren’t ready for or didn’t like, just to make me happy. That was something I’d found to be a common issue within the community.
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 bac
k 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 into the toilet and flushed, 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.
Chapter Three
Macy
I knew I should hurry up and get the file, due to professionalism and all that. Fetching files was my job, along with other things. Despite the potential damage to my career prospects, my mind was racing with the idea that Paul might actually want to fuck me as much as I wanted him.
The rumor-mill had included second-hand accounts of his startling endowment and how dynamite he was in bed. I had also thought I had caught some hushed tones about him being into some “weird stuff.”
I really didn’t know what that meant. It could have meant anything from liking to cum on a woman’s face, which I was all for, to stuff involving chains, which I had long been curious about but would only want to do with someone I knew was really experienced and safe.
