Under His Charm (Love Under Lockdown)

Smothering my flushed cheeks with sweet kisses, Ryan helped me to relax. When I was nice and limber, he put my legs up over his arms and pulled me down toward the edge of the bed. Of all the ways we’d done it to that point, having him carry me had been my absolute favorite. It was very sexy and wonderfully intimate as well as requiring a strong element of surrender which I liked.

He was in complete control when we did it that way and I loved it. A very close second was edge-of-the-bed sex. While I was a bit more in control and had more freedom of movement, Ryan was even more in control, basically holding me still as he did so. I hummed delightedly as he put his hands on my hips, getting ready to give me the good hard fuck I wanted so much.

He started off easy like always. No matter how wet I got, or how well I was prepared, he always insisted on taking it easy on me. It was true enough my pussy still needed to adjust to the sheer, massive size of his cock, but it didn’t take very long by that point, and I was ready to go full tilt much sooner than he reckoned.

“I’m okay,” I said, surprising even myself.

“You are?”

“Yeah, it feels great, you can go hard if you want to.”

Coming in for a kiss, Ryan did just that. Pumping his fast a little faster, he gained in both speed and intensity until he was absolutely pounding me, as I writhed and screamed my delight beneath him. I held onto his arms as he held my hips, keeping me more or less and place as he mercilessly fucked me.

I couldn’t have even imagined such a thing when we first came together, but he had trained my pussy well, getting to the point he could absolutely ravage me without risk or fear of pain. It was a wonderful sense of freedom I was determined to savor, for however long it may last. I could feel the tears as they fell, Ryan’s beautiful load filling my pussy at the same time.

“You all right, pet?” he asked me, gently wiping away my tear, voice filled with concern.

“Joy,” I managed between sobs, “tears of joy.”

It was all just too perfect. Ryan, the house, the location, it was all so much like a dream I was still a little afraid I might wake up. A massive metaphor for my uncertainty about what would happen when the next few weeks were over, and we had to return to normal life. It might be a certainty for most, the majority of jobs able to be done over the internet.

But Ryan was an elected official, for a while at least. In any case, how would it look if he didn’t even show up to campaign? He would never win that way. He needed to win, he was too important to the city and society in general. We needed people like him to balance out all the villains and bastards and villainous bastards. There was no way in hell I was going to hold him back. I just hoped he would decide to take me with him. We could still come back to his little heaven on earth for holidays and weekends.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” he said with a tender kiss.

Chapter Seven

At least the sun was up. I still had no real idea what time it was. Ryan didn’t seem to believe in clocks. I had taken a while to notice, but there wasn’t on in the entire house. Not even on the microwave. The little screen showed nothing but a neon green colon in the middle, when it wasn’t counting down to when whatever was in it would be ready. Or at least one hoped it would be ready. The microwave instructions could be something of a rough guess, particularly for frozen food.

Moving carefully, so I wouldn’t wake him I reached for my phone on the night table.

“About three,” he said, not even opening his eyes.

I giggled, but I checked the phone just to be sure. It was ten after, still close enough to be spooky. He had added the qualifier ‘about.’

Twelve hours of sleep, should probably be enough. But to be fair we had really exhausted ourselves the night before. Even though such a justification was only really needed in terms of my nagging conscience. We weren’t there for work. Ryan was still my boss, as well as my master, and if there was work to be done, he would have told me.

It was unusual for me to be able to take such a long a break, but giving myself to Ryan had set me free in many other ways.

“Breakfast?” I asked.

“Sounds good, should we get dressed?”