Under His Discipline - Love Under Lockdown

Max was insatiable, taking me again and again in positions I didn’t even know existed. He seemed to steer clear of my asshole. But nearly every other way two bodies could meet in erotic ecstasy we tried.

Max led, as was only correct. Though he did often ask me what I wanted and if what we were doing felt good. Everything felt out of this world amazing. All of it. It was a bit of a disappointment when we fell asleep.

I stirred in his arms. The most beautiful ache between my legs as it recovered from the wonders of Max’s cock. Careful not to wake him, I moved gently away. No sooner did my bare feet touch the cold floor than my phone went off.

It was in my bag, which helped muffle the sound, but something had to be done before disaster struck. Max had been so wonderful. The least I could do was let him sleep as long as he wanted.

The call was from an unknown number, but before I could answer, it stopped ringing. A few seconds later, my phone alerted me to a voicemail. I listened. An automated voice said to check my email for lifechanging news.

Curious, I went to my mail and opened the new message. There was a video link. I knew it was strange. It was so odd that it couldn’t be anything good, but I still opened and clicked play on the video that popped up.

It was difficult to know which came first. Both came on so quickly. It seemed like it was the tears first, then the vomit.

The space from the bed to the bathroom seemed like both the shortest and the longest distance in the world. Making it to the toilet in time to avoid an unfortunate mishap, I just let it come.

After I’d emptied the contents of my stomach, I checked my phone again. Just to make sure it was all real. That I wasn’t dreaming again.

I wasn’t. The phone’s tiny screen showed a full-color instant replay of Max taking me up against the tree the day after tightrope training.

Max hurried into the bathroom, his face puffy from sleep.

“What’s wrong, Pet?”

I couldn’t speak even though I wanted to. To tell him what I had seen. Everything I was feeling, but when I tried, it only came out as a horrible sob, and I was off again. Max held my hair back and stroked my back as I hurled. All the stress and fear were too much for me to handle.

Max pulled me back against him, stroking my belly and kissing my cheek until I calmed down. He always knew just how to help me feel better. Finally, I pulled myself together enough to form words.

“I got an email,” I said, proffering my phone, “a video. It’s us outside against the tree.”

Max watched the video, his face unreadable. He could be a champion poker player if he ever decided publishing wasn’t his thing.

His brow furrowed.

“I don’t know how this happened. The camera must have been well hidden.”

“Do you know who would do such a thing?” I asked.

“Yeah, a few people. You don’t get to my position without making a few enemies. Like with most things, I have the best. Rich, powerful, connected, and very, very vengeful. Some of them are still carrying grudges that go back years. I’m not surprised they would come after me, but you?”

I could almost feel the rage radiating off of him. His protectiveness kicked into high gear. I believed everything he said, not thinking for a minute he might have set up the cameras.

His phone beeped. He went to the bedroom and came back a few seconds later, the phone clasped in his hand.

“What is it?” I asked.

“A blackmail threat.”

“What does it say?”

“You know, the usual bullshit. Transfer a million dollars. If not, we’ll post the video publicly. If they were going to, they would have by now or at least given me an account to transfer the money to. Bloody amateurs.”

Tossing his expensive phone away as though it were a soiled tissue, he went right back to comforting me.

Scooping me up in his powerful arms, Max carried me back to bed. My face pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

I should have been more concerned about a sex tape of us leaking to the internet. Particularly with my parents being the way they were. Max didn’t seem concerned, so I shouldn’t be either.

“I love you so much,” I blurted out.

I wished with everything in me, I could take it back, but the words were out, along with my secret. For once since I had met him, I was able to read his face and what I found there told me I’d been right to confess my feelings.

“I love you too, Pet,” he confessed. “I think I have from the second you spilled the coffee all over the carpet.”