Under His Roof - Love Under Lockdown

I want him to play with my nipples while he whispers my name and says I’m his good little employee.

I want him to finger my pussy hole to feel how dripping wet it is, while his finger is rubbing my clit and getting me ready for his big cock.

I wonder if I can take it for my very first time.

I imagine him pressing it in me, just a little, to see how it feels and if it’ll fit.

Just the thought of it makes me want it more than I can stand.

I’d tell him to keep going no matter how much it hurt, because I bet it would turn into sweet ecstasy and I’d soon be bouncing up and down on his big cock, loving every minute of it, while he was sucking on my nipples and telling me I’m such a good girl for letting him fuck me, for letting him have his way with me like a boss should do to his faithful employee.

Mmmmmm….

Fuck.

A soft moan had escaped my lips in real life, just from briefly allowing myself to think of what I want Mr. Barnes to do me.

I want to die of embarrassment.

I quickly close my mouth and blush.

This is probably the reddest that my face has ever looked.

I can’t bring myself to look at his expression, so I stare down at the ground and bite my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet.

I can’t risk humiliating myself anymore in front of him.

This quarantine is not off to a good start.

Chapter 2

Matt

I’ve been sitting in my living room for a while. I keep glancing at the clock on the wall and looking out the window while I wait for Cassie.

I’ve been wondering if she didn’t get lost or something, since it’s almost dark and she’s always been punctual. I made sure that I asked her to show up at a reasonable hour, so she wouldn’t get caught in traffic or anything.

Nobody from the firm has been out to my house before. Everything that I’ll be doing with her tonight is all new to me. I’m sure it will be for her, as well.

This situation might seem crazy to most people, but I feel like I can’t get enough of her presence. I don’t know what to think about how I’m acting, but I feel like I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get to do something with her soon.

I hate watching her curvy hips walk through the hallway each day and not being able to wrap my arms around them. I hate seeing her plump ass underneath her skirt and not being able to grab ahold of it.

At first, I thought maybe I could have her as a quick lay, to get her out of my system. But then I told myself that wasn’t wise for the firm and to leave her alone.

But I saw the furtive little glances she snuck at me during the work day. I loved how she batted her innocent yet tempting eyes at me. I swear her nipples stood up hard for me under her blouse, as if she was just daring me to pinch them.

So, after a lot of thought, I decided to bring her here and take her, once and for all.

And part of me knows that I’m in deep. I don’t want her just once. I want her over and over again, underneath my command and my control. Under my roof.

Knowing myself, I doubt that I could have any genuine feelings for her, but I’m not too sure about that anymore, to be honest.

If I didn’t have feelings, then I wouldn’t be thinking about her this much, right?

Why else would I care so much about her coming?

I never think this much about any other woman.

I hope she never figures that out. I would feel kind of ashamed if she did. At any rate, her being here will not only offer me a chance to lust after her, but also let me get to know her as a person.

My conscience gets the better of me for a moment, and I start to hope that it wasn’t wrong of me that I asked her to come out here tonight. In my head, after I thought it all out, it sounded perfectly logical, but then again, I did have another motive for wanting to have her here with me as soon as possible.

I’m craving this extra time with her. I know I sound like I’m infatuated with her, and it’s true. I watch her walking around the office every day, all day long. There’s no denying how badly I want to be with her.

A night like tonight is all that I have been thinking about for quite some time. It’s actually pretty fortunate that an opportunity finally presented itself. I feel like I need to laugh at that thought, whether out of excitement or anticipation or something else. I have enough self-control not to, though, and instead I just let a small smile escape my lips.