Under Strict Orders (Love Under Quarantine 1)

“Yes, sir!” Angie screamed through her tears, literally throwing herself at me in what could only be called an attack-hug.

It was at that moment that my phone buzzed.

The lockdown had been lifted and everyone had 24 hours before they could return to their homes.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“I am home.”

Angie

I never wanted to leave. Eating, sleeping, working, and fucking, always knowing that Vik had everything under control, was a very appealing prospect, though not one the realist in me would allow to stand as an option. It was all just too perfect to last forever.

I also thought about the people who might miss me back in my old life. Eventually, I let Vik coax me out of my fantasy world in the luxury cabin on the beautiful mountain with the man of my dreams and back down into regular life.

He made sure I knew this was on the understanding that I would be living with him at his house, and that our physical location, and our impending nuptials, were the only things about our relationship that would significantly change.

We even signed a contract. Nothing too serious. Just something in writing to remind us of where we stood, as master and pet.

It turned out that Sara had only been half right. Vik did go through quite a few pets. Most of them had been short-term. “Dabblers,” I think he called them, and himself, back then. But he was capable of attaching to one for the long-term: me.

The wedding was in the spring. It was a bit cliché, I know, but I liked to hold on to some of the old traditions. Even if our life together was going to be anything but conventional. We held it in the forest. It seemed only fitting given the circumstance of our somewhat unusual courtship.

I stood under the arch of flowers with the Justice of the Peace. We hadn’t been able to decide between a German Orthodox minister and a Norse high priest, so we went with the secular option.

I waited as my great boss, dear master and loving soon-to-be husband made his way down the purple carpet laid on the grass between the rows of folding chairs holding our nearest and dearest. Five to a side, as per the new social-distancing rules.

We didn’t bother with a reception. Vik had opened a tab at the local cocktail bar, and we left them there to talk amongst themselves, after saying goodbye to each of our parents and newly minted in-laws. Fortunately, they were getting along a lot better than we might have expected.

The hotel was close enough that it didn’t take long to get to and fancy enough that it had the right degree of gravitas. Particularly impressive given that Vik was rich enough to buy not only that particular hotel but the entire chain.

After the fastest check-in I had ever seen, Vik only having to say his name in order to get the key, he scooped me up into his arms and whisked me up to our room, taking the stairs two by two to get there as fast as possible. I was desperate to get started on our honeymoon and it was obvious that Vik was too.

Our luggage was already there, Vik having had it delivered early for us. Two days early, actually, the manager holding the honeymoon suite until our arrival. My master had everything we would need in a single backpack. There were times that I still marveled at his pure efficiency.

Such was Vik’s excitement that he didn’t even tell me to undress. Taking my consent as a given — although I had also sent some extremely clear cues that it was very much forthcoming — Vik stripped me completely naked, like a kid opening a Christmas present, and devoured my aching little pussy like he had been waiting hours to do just that. To be fair, he had been.

I bucked and screamed under the blinding pleasure of his masterful tongue, trusting that the discretion of the hotel staff would hold.

I shook as I came, the headboard of the bed vibrating against the wall from the explosive energy. Vik kissed his way up the length of my body, holding me down by the wrists as he did so, like he knew I loved him doing.

My new husband flipped me over onto my belly; pulled my arms behind my back, being very careful with the position of the joints; and put on the hand cuffs. Then, bending my legs at the knees, he put on the ankle shackles, connecting them to the handcuffs with a strong chain. Hogtied and thrilled, I waited as Vik added the final element: a piece of duct tape over my mouth.

“Now I can have my way with my wife,” he said.

He started me off easy, fucking me roughly in my pussy, the butt plug already placed deep in my ass. His massive cock pumped into me at turbo speed, making me tremble and scream with pleasure. I was used to it by then, the act becoming only about connection, the binds and gag reinforcing the element of control.