Under Lockdown

On impulse I reached down and fingered her pussy, knowing that the sensation would be even more intense with the anal stimulation, bringing her to the edge of orgasm before stopping, making her whimper out loud.

“Please. Please, boss,” she begged. “Please let me cum. Sir. Master. Please. I’ll do anything. I feel so close. I need it.”

“I make the rules,” I reminded her. “Wear it for six hours, while doing your work and then afterwards. Do not take it out until six hours are up. Then sanitize it and take a shower. Wash your pussy and then your ass. I want you squeaky clean for tomorrow, is that clear?”

“Yes, sir!” Macy replied, bursting with enthusiasm.

I felt a pang I didn’t recognize at first. On closer consideration I realized it was what most people would call love. It felt like I was falling for her.

That just wouldn’t do. I needed to stay grounded. Just because we were forced together by state order didn’t mean that I should break, or even bend, my rule about committed relationships.

I wasn’t a player or a man whore. I was just too busy with work to deal with the extra responsibilities of a relationship. I was very firm about keeping commitments and I only had the time and sanity for one at a time. Sex was really just an outlet that I did when I had the time. Something that applied to sleep and even food. There were bad guys to put away and there was no rest for the wicked or the good.

“We are probably going to win the case,” I told her, trying to get serious and professional. “The other side is being worn down being cooped up together and freaking out about the Coronavirus. The order should be lifted in a day or two, letting everyone go home. I hope you realize this will be over then. I can’t fall for you and you can’t fall for me. Clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, sounding like she was fighting tears and losing.

I helped her to her feet and gave her a gentle spank to send her on her way. I watched her ass wiggle as she left, impressed at how well she had learned how to walk with a butt plug buried in her ass.

It was a shame we couldn’t last longer than the lockdown. I knew I was going to love fucking her in every hole, filling her up with my thick hot cum while taking her virginity. But I also knew I would have to let her go after that.

We just couldn’t work out together long-term.

Chapter Eight

Macy

Day 5 of Lockdown

It hurt a lot. Not the butt plug. That had actually felt really good. I had no problem wearing it for six hours and would have left it in all day if he had told me too. If that was what anal sex was going to feel like, I could hardly wait!

What hurt was the teasing and the hot to cold switches Paul was doing. I knew part of it was due to a power exchange. I had given him control and he was teasing me. Like when he got me close to orgasm and then stopped suddenly. Only then he usually let me cum.

He was acting even more reserved now. Teasing me even more, almost cruelly.

I really wasn’t looking forward to having to leave. I loved what he was doing to me. I began to wonder if he was ever going to take my virginity. And if he wasn’t, why he kept making me wear the butt plug. Which strongly implied that he planned to fuck me in the ass at some point.

I knew it was all temporary. He had made that clear. I had been falling for him before he had said it was impossible. I didn’t feel any different about him but I tried to repress it so it would drive me crazy. I was frustrated enough with how long he was making me wait to finally fuck me.

The phone on my desk started to wait. I just stared at it for a moment, knowing that it was him, calling for our normal morning “meeting.” A part of me wanted to make him wait like he was making me wait. Finally, on the fifth ring, I picked up.

“Hello?”

“What took so long?”

“Sorry, sir. I was working.”

“You answer when I call you. Right away.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Come to my office fully clothed. Bring the butt plug.’

“Yes, boss,” I said, trembling with anticipation.

I got the cleansed butt plug from my desk drawer and headed to Paul’s office, my squeaky clean pussy already getting wet.

“Come here,” he said, as soon as I came through the door.

“Yes, Master.”

I went over and stood by his chair. Turning to face me, he took the butt plug from my hand, setting it down on the desk, not even looking at it as he did so. Taking me by my hips, he pulled me to him so that I was inches away. Sliding his hands down my bare legs, he slipped off my shoes, tossing them aside.