Under His Discipline - Love Under Lockdown

“Elsa,” he called, and I could almost hear him rolling his eyes, “bring me some coffee, please.”

She came faster than I would have thought possible. Of course, she had. Elsa had worked with him for years and knew exactly what was expected.

“This is not my job. This is what you hired—”

Elsa fell silent, following Mr. MacInnes’s finger as he pointed to where I was on the floor.

“Got her begging already, Max?” I didn’t miss the humor in her voice. “I have to say, that was quick, even for you.”

“Thank you, Elsa,” he said, not rising to her bait.

Elsa shot me a glance on the way out of the office. It was hard to tell if she was furious or if it was a look of pity.

I honestly wanted to keep the job and would do anything Mr. McInnes ordered me to do, something I hadn’t truly realized until he told me to clean up the coffee. I’d have let him take me on the floor if he’d used that voice. His master’s voice, as I would come to understand it.

“Did I say stop?” Mr. MacInnes asked.

“No, Sir.”

“Please, continue.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I got back to cleaning, soaking up every bit of coffee I could, holding my ass up high for his pleasure. I wanted him to keep looking at me. Wanted him to ache for me the way I ached for him.

It felt good to think a man like him might desire me. That he didn’t see me as a silly child, like most guys I liked did. I might only be nineteen, but I was mature for my age and well versed in politics and current affairs.

I could hold my own intellectually, but I needed so much for him to know me as the woman I was becoming rather than the kid I had been. By tripping over my own feet twice already, I wasn’t doing a great job.

After I’d mopped up as much as I could, I got up and headed for the door. Figuring I was already out of a job, I decided the best thing to do would be to get my stuff and go home.

“Stop,” he ordered.

He didn’t shout it, didn’t bark it like I had heard before, but there was something in his tone that made me stop dead in my tracks.

“You haven’t been released.”

“I-I’m sorry, Sir,” I said, turning back to him.

I balled the coffee-soaked cloth in my hand and waited for what came next. For what seemed like an eternity, his eyes locked with mine.

“Try harder, Charlotte. If not, I’ll be forced to punish you.” He gestured toward the door and said, “You’re released.”

That was it?

No chewing me out or any kind of reprimand?

Relief washed over me.

I wasn’t fired, but I could be if I didn’t straighten up.

He wanted me to work harder.

I could do that.

I would try my best for him.Chapter 4 - MaxShe was beautiful, luminous as a dream, and twice as sweet as she stood in the middle of the room, her tender, youthful body on full display. A natural sub, she stared at the floor as I entered.

The leather and chain restraints were fur-lined on the inside to protect against chafing. They tapped against my hip as I approached. The idea was to restrain the submissive, not hurt her. With someone soft and inexperienced like her, it was easy to take it too far if you weren’t careful.

Placing my hand on her chin, I made her look at me, bringing her beautiful eyes to mine. Her gaze was full of so much fear and love. It was an expression I had seen before.

She wanted the restraints but was frightened. Afraid they might injure. Afraid they would hurt.

Her sweet little tongue came out, unconsciously licking her bottom lip. Before she had time to take it back, I had her soft, wet tongue in my mouth as I sucked it. She stiffened, her back arching hard as she was shocked by the sudden sensation.

She gave it time and relaxed, realizing how good it felt. She pressed herself against me.

I reached down between us and cupped her pussy as I inhaled her tongue. My grasp was too harsh. I knew it before she yelped. Relenting, I took to massaging her tender little lips, drawing a moan from deep inside her.

When she was ready, I slipped in one finger, then two, working her taut cunt until she quivered and moaned. The orgasm rattling through her body. I held her tight to keep her from falling over.

Keeping my hold on her, I turned her around. She remained still as I secured the cuffs to her wrists. Her look was almost regal. I stroked a hand down her back, making her shudder again with delicious pleasure.

I eased her tenderly to her knees and attached the second set of restraints to her ankles, arranging her legs so her thighs were open. Her luscious pussy glistened before me. Resisting the urge to be too rough, I ran my hands up the length of her legs to her ass.