Under Wraps - Love Under Lockdown

The first strike landed hard, the flat of his palm meeting the flesh of my ass with a resounding smack. My whole body jerked as I let out a yelp of pain, but Damien held me fast as he struck again. He gave me two more spanks on the other cheek to even things out and then began to gently massage me, kneading soft, reddened flesh as though it were dough.

I again hummed with pleasure, my pussy getting almost embarrassingly wet. It was clear to both of us that I loved rough treatment – or, more accurately, I loved rough treatment immediately followed by soft. There was something about control and roughness that both mentally and physically prepared me, making the pleasure even more intense. As good as Damien was at the rough stuff, I also had to give high compliments to his aftercare.

After holding me down on his lap and fingering me until I came, Damian picked me up with both arms and placed me on the floor in front of him so I was knee high, leaning between his legs. I leaned in, putting my hands on my thighs and watching, licking my lips with anticipation as Damien unzipped his pants.

His beautiful cock was already rock hard and ready for me. My nostrils flared with just the smell of it. I could hardly wait to get it into my mouth.

“Suck,” Damien said.

Like a shot, I was off to the races, sucking and pumping his massive shaft for all I was worth, getting it more than halfway onto my mouth. He held still but moaned, putting his hand on the back of my head, urging me to go even deeper.

Taking as this as both command and compliment, I took a breath though my nose, closed my eyes, and deep-throated, getting his cock a surprising distance down my young throat before needing to release for breath. Doing that a few more times, feeling for one brief moment like I was bobbing for apples, my sweet master gifted me with his cum, blasting a massive torrent right down my throat with not a single drop wasted.

Taking me gently by the shoulders, my sweet master guided me to my feet. Taking me by the hand, he led me around to the side of the table, far from the work documents, and bent me over. He wound my braid around his hand, taking control, using his other hand to finger me deep. His strong, gentle fingers worked inside my tight pussy, getting me ready. Within minutes, I was coming all over the place, ready for anything he might want to do.

What he did was slide the bulk of his cock into my pussy, stopping at about half mast. Easing into it with short, sharp pumps, he kept going harder until he was pounding me so hard that the highlighters went bouncing from the table and onto the floor. My screams were muffled by his hand.

I felt the rushing flood as Damien came inside me, warming me to the core. I didn’t know if he had done it on purpose or not, but, either way, it was lovely. It was irresponsible and stupid, and I should have been worried, but, for some reason, the panic never really struck me.

I was too wrapped up in my feelings for Damien and my relief that he still wanted me. I didn’t know how it would affect things between us, it still being too early to call it a “relationship,” or what might happen when things got back to normal, but I decided to just enjoy it while we were there.

He braced me against him. Good thing, as my knees were being quite useless at the time. He released my braid and kissed me on my shoulder, my neck, my cheek.

“Are you okay?”

“More than okay. I love it. Though, I’m not sure you do.”

“Hey?”

“I mean, it’s really fun. Of course it is. But, you just seem a bit conflicted. I think we should talk about where we’re headed before we do it again.”

He gently pulled out of me, stroking my pussy as he went to make things go easier, filling me with pleasure once again. Damn, he was good at that.

“That’s fair,” he said, cleaning us both off, “to be honest, this is all pretty new to me, too. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. I don’t know what will happen, especially with work, but I do want to keep doing it. Come what may.”

I could feel them fluttering in my stomach: huge, colorful butterflies of love and hope. As we finished the work for the day, I would occasionally glance at him. Damien appeared to have changed. For better or worse, I couldn’t quite tell, though I did hope that things could work out.

Chapter Seven

Emma

It was like veil was lifted. Things still weren’t perfect, of course, not at least because of the situation we were in. There were still a lot of unknowns, though I still felt like we were on much better footing. We’d had wonderful sex without things getting too uncomfortably weird when it came to work, at least not for very long, and we’d had something resembling an open discussion about it.