Under Wraps - Love Under Lockdown

“But, the handbook says that there is a zero-tolerance policy for, y’know, dipping the old pen in the company ink.”

“What a charming euphemism!” I said, loving it when Emma got all folksy.

“Thanks.”

“There is indeed a rule, a very strict rule, against office dalliances. However, there is always an exception to every rule, and no inherent reason for things to be as they are at any point in time. I think you will find the old goats to be quite tolerant indeed, when there are literally millions of dollars and the reputation of the firm on the line.”

Chapter Nine

Emma

The defendants settled. The lockdown went on a good deal longer than anyone expected, and the trial was at risk of being rescheduled. Damien, genius that he was, wasn’t going to let that happen.

Breaking the rules, not for the first time in his life, he emailed a copy of his argument to the opposing council. There were three of them, as it turned out, all from Faust & Moore’s archrivals Swaggart & Falwell. They folded faster than Superman on laundry day. Admitting to all wrongdoing, the defendants agreed to pay damages and vowed up and down to cease all production based on licenced material, obliterating more than half of their upcoming projects and costing an estimated $50 million in losses.

We celebrated in some style, Damien making another of his beautiful meals before taking me into the bedroom and fucking me until the sun rose. I’m not quite sure exactly how many orgasms, including multiples, I had in that twelve-hour period, which included about three hours of sleep; I lost count somewhere around 150.

The partners were so happy with Damien’s performance, despite missing out on the publicity the trial would have surely brought (avoiding a public flogging was one of the main reasons the defendants had caved in so readily), that they wanted him to get started on another case right away. The lockdown had already been going on for a month, but it was expected to end soon, and the trial wasn’t supposed to be for another six months.

“What do you think, pet?” he asked, looking over at me.

I gave a thumbs up, my mouth somewhat occupied by the ball gag. My enthusiasm was partly because, if we timed it right, there wouldn’t be time to get another case before the end of the lockdown, giving us some downtime while we still staying together in the hotel, before real life could come back in full force.

The new case was probably going to be even quicker than the last one. At least, that was what Damien said. Even I could see that the evidence was overwhelming, to the point that I was surprised it had even come to trial.

“The other side is a bit of a crusader,” Damien said.

“Aren’t you?” I asked.

“I’m more of a philosopher. I help bolster what I think is right, though I know when to quit and when to pick my battles. Harris is like a honey badger, attacking anything that comes across his path.”

“Has he ever won a case?”

“Oh, no, not one. He also graduated at the bottom of his class at Harvard.”

“He went to Harvard?”

“Family connections, nothing to do with his ability. That’s one of the disadvantages of always getting what you want. It’s easy to come to expect it to be the order of things when it absolutely is not.”

“Can’t you get everything you want?” I asked.

“Yes, but I choose not to.”

“Why?” I asked, completely confused.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Fun was something my sweet master knew a lot about. He was also very good at surprises.

It wasn’t the first time he had tied me up, though it was the first time I had woken up in that state. My sweet master must have been very gentle indeed while tying me up, though I had to say, he still did a very good job. I couldn’t move at all, and I had already tried. The silk ropes were holding strong. I also couldn’t see.

“No use struggling,” said Damien’s voice. “The ropes are firm. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Yes, master,” I said, settling down.

“You are wearing a sleep mask I have altered into a blindfold. That is why you can’t see,” he said.

“Oh,” I said, not expecting that.

“You will be released, but only after you answer some questions.”

“Yes, master,” I said.

“I want to tell me what you really think.”

“About what?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“About this. About me. About what have we been doing the last month or so.”

“I love it, master,” I said.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, meaning it in my very soul.

“What was that?”

“Yes, master,” I said, loud and clear.

“Much better. What do you love about what we do? I want specifics.”

“I-I love how you touch me. It makes me feel really good, better than I have ever felt before. I like how you make me work for your cum, and how you treat me rough before you treat me soft.”