Under Strict Orders (Love Under Quarantine 1)

I wanted her. So much I could feel it. And not just in the sudden swelling in my designer jeans. However, the question still stood as to whether she could do all that I would require of her. I had little doubt of her fitness physically, but I didn’t want to traumatize the girl.

“I want you,” I said. “To come with me, that is.”

“Great! Though, I’ve been wondering what the ‘extra duties’ are.”

“Aye, there’s the rub,” I smiled wryly. “When we are there, I will need all my needs met. And I have some pretty specific and demanding needs. Sexual needs.”

“Oh,” she said, blushing.

“Do you know what a pet is?” I asked. “Someone who will be submissive? Who will let a man be dominant to them?”

“I think so.”

“That’s what the extra duties are. It would mostly be a work arrangement, but I will also need you to help me with release. Something that takes a particular sort of… engagement.”

“Okay.”

Okay was all I needed to hear.

I had found my new traveling assistant/pet and I couldn’t wait to start putting her to use.

Chapter Four

Angie

I had never been so turned on. I crossed my legs as soon as I sat down, trying to make it look natural so he wouldn’t suspect how wet my pussy was. Just being in his presence was enough to make me horny as hell.

Somehow, I managed to keep myself together enough to engage in small talk and give what seemed to be the right answers to all his questions. Except, of course, when he asked if I’d made my corset myself.

Like a goof, I went and pulled my shirt up to show him. All the way up! He had seen most of what I had of note from the waist up, under my corset, anyway. He didn’t seem to mind one bit, though. Maybe that was the right answer after all.

I wondered after if that had been the clincher in him saying he wanted me to go with him and be his executive assistant/sex slave. At least that was what I assumed he had meant by “pet.” I really didn’t know much about it.

I fumbled through the rest of the interview, my dignity more or less intact, getting out into the main cubicle farm just in time for lunch. Taking a deep cleansing breath and ignoring the sensitivity of my rock-hard nipples, I headed down to the building’s on-site cafe.

There were rumors of a law firm down in L.A. that had popularized the idea of on-site restaurants, supported by the partners. These places gave even more people gainful employment, as well as provided their colleagues and underlings a place to get decent coffee without even leaving the building. Real philanthropists, those bigshots were.

“Saw Handsome Vik, did you?”

Sara sat down across from me, knowing that she didn’t need an invite. We had a standing arrangement. The same went for our apartments and cars. We had known each other since we were three, after all, and she had yet to let me down. We even started at the firm on the same day.

“I was in a meeting actually.”

“One-on-one?” Sara asked, sounding surprised.

“Yeah, but it was nothing inappropriate. At least on his end.”

“Oh, no, it’s not that. It’s just I didn’t think he did those. What do you mean, on his end?”

“I might have accidentally flashed him my corset.”

“Accidentally?” Sara raised an eyebrow at me.

“He noticed I was wearing it through my shirt, so I lifted my shirt to show him. You know how proud I am of it.”

“Of course.”

“Anyhoo, I lifted a bit too high and wasn’t really wearing a bra.” I blushed remembering.

“Oh! What did he say?”

“‘Very nice.’ Though to be fair, he could have been referring to the corset.”

“Maybe, but I doubt it.”

“You do?”

“I’ve seen you naked, remember?” It would have been hard not to after more than 20 years of friendship, so maybe Sara had a point.

“True.”

“What did he want to see you about anyway?”

“Getting out of the city during the lockdown and going out to his personal cabin way up in the mountains to finish the project.”

“Oh, yeah, I got the email.”

“Why didn’t you apply?”

“I’m not qualified,” Sara said, shrugging.

“How do you know?”

“Do you know about Vik? His, uh, reputation?” Sara asked.

“You mean the S&M stuff? Yeah, he told me. I’m cool with it, I think.”

“Do you know what he means?”

“Whips and chains, I assume,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“No, at least not from what I’ve heard. He’s a lot more mellow than that. He does like some bondage, but not chains that I’ve heard about, and he’ll spank but not whip. His big thing is apparently control. What they call power exchange, in which you give control of your whole self over to him. I heard he also likes rough sex. Particularly anal.”

I tried to process all of what Sara was telling me. I was happy about the lack of whips and chains, and pretty sure I could handle some regular bondage and spanking. The power-exchange thing actually sounded really sexy, if I was being honest. I got the feeling from Vik that he wouldn’t do anything without my consent.