Under Strict Orders (Love Under Quarantine 1)

Spreading my ass, he carefully eased the butt plug out of my hole, having learned a lesson about leaving it in me overnight, and possessively stroked the outside of my stretched-out asshole with his thumb. He held me close and kissed me tenderly as I recovered. Somehow I found the strength within me to be able to return his love.

When I was ready again, he took the bottle of lube again and applied it to us both, first slathering it on his cock before slicking up my asshole. Taking me by the hips, he turned me over onto my belly and then pulled me up into doggy position, meeting absolutely no resistance from me.

Keeping a hand on the small of my back, he slipped the head of his cock into my wide-open asshole with little effort. He was a true master of what he did and had prepared me very well.

He pushed in further, the pressure increasing with each passing inch, but it still didn’t hurt. It was intense, to be sure, but I still absolutely loved it as much as I had thought I would.

Then he started moving. A little more than half of his gorgeous cock was buried deep inside my asshole. It hurt a little, but not enough for me to make too much of a fuss. I mostly just bit my lip and let him fuck me, trusting that he knew what he was doing.

Indeed he did. The more he moved, the more I stretched and the better it felt. Vik slowly increased his speed, building up to a steady rhythm, making me moan loudly. Especially when he reached around and played with my pussy at the same time.

He slipped four fingers almost all the way into my well-prepared cunt. I had begun to suspect that he was working up to fisting me. Not that I minded at all. I was more than willing to let him do anything he wanted to try.

I collapsed to the mattress of his bed, panting and moaning wildly, his cock still well inside my ass and his fingers still stroking my pussy. He coaxed me to yet another orgasm with his fingers, one that was only made stronger by the awe-inspiring feeling of his huge cock filling up my tiny virgin asshole. My shudders were followed by the exquisite gush of his thick warm cum flooding me deep inside.

“Yes,” Vik said. “Good pet. Yes.”

Vik pulled out and guided me down onto my side, kissing me tenderly. Gently cleaning us both, he pulled up the blankets and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Epilogue

Vik

It’s funny what you pay attention to. Angie had stopped wearing the clothes I put out for her. With my permission, of course.

Her logic was actually quite sound. She had said that she wanted to be available to me whenever I wanted her, something that would be a lot easier if she just wore the robes instead.

It had been several weeks, and we were finally finished with the project, to great success, and had spent several days celebrating. Moving through the kitchen, clad in nothing but the towel around my waist, I assembled a tray for Angie.

I figured she deserved a breakfast in bed and didn’t feel right about having her try to walk just yet. I had really put her through the wringer as of late, although her screams of joy kept letting me know that she was loving every minute of it.

Even so, there were a few things that we had yet to fully explore. I was saving those for a special occasion. Putting one last item onto the tray, I carried it back into the bedroom.

Angie was still in the fetal position when I got back. We had found it was the best recovery position for her after a good rough fucking. Particularly one without lube, which we had slowly phased out, though we still used it for anal.

Setting the tray down on the night-table, I crawled into bed with her, taking her into my arms and kissing her on the cheek.

“I love you, master,” she murmured, having gotten some of her strength back.

“I love you too, pet,” I answered.

Holding her while she started feeling better, I helped Angie up into a sitting position and started hand-feeding her from the tray. My sweet little pet eagerly opened her mouth for each morsel, gently sucking on my fingers as I pulled them away.

Finally, when all the food was gone, we were left with the last thing on the tray. Picking up the small black box, I held it up for her to see. She seemed to know immediately what it was. At least if the tears were anything to go by.

“Angela Weiss, I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love another person. I don’t know what I would do without you. Will you be my wife?”