Under His Influence (Love Under Lockdown)

He made me come again and again, before finally I felt him stiffening and swelling inside me, his breath and his thrusts coming quicker as he approached his own release.

He let out a primal growl as he poured himself into me, and I shuddered in pleasure at the sound, still breathless and wrung out from my own desire.

I’d never imagined anything, let alone everything, could be this good.

And I never wanted lockdown to end.

Chapter Eight - Seth

It was a vision of which I would never get tired. The angel to my side looking every bit the celestial part. And she was in my bed. As opposed to being cuffed at the foot of it.

Jonna had been so good that I decided to reward her by having her sleep with me in my bed. There was no sex— that was all done in the playroom.

Generally, in my house, the playroom was for play, the office was for work, the gym was for working out, and the bedroom was for sleep. That was the way I wanted it, and the way I usually kept it.

What happened that first morning was a rare example of me breaking my own rules. And rule-breaking turned out to be something Jonna inspired me to do with some regularity. Pushing down my baser instincts, I took her in my arms and kissed the back of her neck until she began to stir.

“Good morning, pet.”

“Good morning, master,” she replied, rubbing her eyes with the ball of her hand.

“Sleepy?”

“A little, not too bad.”

My hand slid down to her pussy, cupping it gently.

“Oh!” she gasped, adorably.

“How about a little pick-me-up?” I asked.

“Yes, please!”

I turned Jonna onto her side, so that she was facing me, my hand firmly on her pussy the entire time. I kissed her soft lips and ran my fingers through her long, beautiful hair as I massaged her luscious lips and then rubbed her hard little clit, bringing her every bit closer to the edge of orgasm. I loved watching her face change as the tension built, loved knowing I was causing it all.

“Are you getting close?” I asked her.

I knew she was, not in the least by the way her pussy walls were squeezing my fingers as I worked her two knuckles deep.

“Yes!” she blurted, closer than ever. “Yes, master, I’m cumming!”

I kissed her as she finished, Jonna returning my affection with surprising but pleasant passion. It was nice to know she was into it as I was. Technically, I was meant to be in control, but it was best that things were mutual.

“Thank you, master!” my darling pet panted, her cheeks aflame with passion.

“You’re welcome, pet,” I said touched by her pleasure.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” she asked, eyes glittering.

I loved her eagerness to please me.

“Well, now that you ask, my cock does seem to be in need of a good sucking.”

Without missing a beat, Jonna dove under the duvet, and had my cock in her mouth in record time, sucking the throbbing head like it was the most delicious candy. I gathered her hair and held it tight, gently taking control of her head movements to make sure she didn’t hurt herself.

I’d noticed that she could get away from herself when really excited. Such was that aforementioned eagerness to please.

As she sucked me off, I took Jonna by the hips and shifted her over a bit, so I could eat her pussy at the same time, in our first time doing the classic 69. The soft hums she made in response to having her pussy licked by me only made what she was doing to my cock feel all the better.

It was little surprise then, that we happened to cum in unison, the familiar orgasmic shake overtaking Jonna at the same instant my load filled her mouth, my darling pet managing to swallow it all down that time.

“Would you like to try being on top?” I asked, after we’d both had time to catch our breath.

“Okay, help me?”

“Of course, my darling.”

With perfect cooperation on her part, I positioned Jonna so that she was straddling me, and slid the head of my cock inside her. Getting the idea from there, she placed both hands on my shoulders and sank down the length of my shaft.

I honestly didn’t think she would make it but, soon enough, her soft pussy lips were pressing lightly against the base of my cock.

“You okay, pet?” I asked her.

“Yes, master,” she whispered, her face the picture of ecstasy.

“Good girl.”

My hands on her sides, mostly for steering purposes, Jonna started to bounce. Awkwardly at first, until she found the right balance, picking up in both speed and intensity, gaining in confidence until she was bouncing on my cock like a pro. The issue with this approach, delightful as it could be, was that she tended to get worn out a lot quicker.