Under His Discipline - Love Under Lockdown

When he finished his work, Max got up from his desk. His jutting erection obvious in his suit pants. It gave me hope I was in for pleasure rather than pain. He still hadn’t fucked me in the ass yet. Maybe he would today.

“Get up,” he said.

No sooner was I on my feet than he had me bent over the front of the desk, my ass high in the air. He was rougher than usual, shoving up my skirt and yanking down my panties.

I braced for a severe spanking that might leave me screaming and crying. Imagine my surprise when his hand didn’t strike my bare ass but caressed my pussy.

I could tell he was holding back by the way his hand trembled as he resisted the urge to shove all his fingers in and fist me until I screamed—something that was in the contract. He was trying to be gentle.

The sensation of his hand stroking me made my knees weak. Before my legs gave way, Max caught me. His powerful arm wrapped around my waist as he stroked the head of his monster cock against my tight pussy. Taking a heavy breath in, I let it out as he slid all the way in, the front of his shirt pressing up against my ass.

The movement was deep but slow, working every little part of me in a gentle, silken flow. His cock stroked against my clit and g-spot, making me feel like I might pass out with pleasure.

He pulled back a little and went harder, setting off a fireworks display behind my eyes. I could feel him taking my hips and guessed what was coming next. Other than him, of course.

Gradually picking up speed, he thrust deeply until his cock pounded me so hard the desk shook. Usually, being that rough with me would have hurt, but Max had made sure I was ready before he tried slamming me. Plus, I was so wet from my earlier orgasm on the breakfast table.

I loved him with all my heart.

He was my first man, and I hoped he would be my last. That he would be the only one to touch me the way he did. As long as I lived, I wanted no one else.Chapter 12 - MaxCharli’s schedule had changed since we’d started her training two weeks ago. Though I would never have fathomed that she might beat me when it came to waking up.

In the universe inside my head, only Elsa could or would ever do that. Yet I was a great believer in the scientific method and observable evidence, and both showed the same thing. Charli had not only roused before I had, but she had also gotten up and left the house.

I sprang to the closet to check for further confirmation. My cognitive dissonance working overtime. Some of her clothes were gone. Her pleated skirt, cute blouse, and heels were conspicuous in their absence.

There were only two explanations. Someone had kidnapped her in the night and allowed her to dress before they whisked her away. Or, more likely, she was somewhere in the house.

The office was a dead end. That was two rooms down with only twenty to go. My next port of call was the kitchen. Morning and coffee went together, like popcorn and movie theaters. That’s where I found her—my pet, moving as elegantly as a ballet dancer.

Her high heels no longer put up a challenge. Her woven thigh-length braid of shining blond hair reached down the length of her straight back. I had to watch for a moment, mesmerized by her majesty. It was surely a major shift from the smart but awkward girl who first spilled coffee all over my office carpet.

“Have you eaten?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“Geez!” Charli exclaimed, jerking back.

“Nice greeting,” I chastised.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“Do I have to get the flogger?” I teased.

Her lower lip trembled.

“No, Master.”

I put a hand on her hip, letting her know I was kidding and asserting dominance.

“I’ll try again. Have you eaten?”

“Um, no I, didn’t think I had approval, Master.”

“You didn’t, not expressly, but I still want you to eat. You are more likely to be punished for not eating than eating without permission. Understood?”

She nodded. Working with perfect precision, my sweet little pet filled a coffee mug to the level I liked and handed it to me with the handle out.

“Very nice.”

“Thank you, Master.”

As I drank, Charli set about making both of us omelets. If they tasted have as good as they smelled, Charli wouldn’t be able to walk when I got through fucking her.

Putting the lid on the tray, Charli carried both servings to the table, setting it down in front of me. She set the plates and glasses before taking her seat beside me with perfect posture. When I placed my palm on her inner thigh, she gasped.