Dating During Lockdown - Love Under Lockdown

The house, a mansion really, was so big that I could see it a good fifteen minutes before we arrived, still with miles of property to go over first.

The car pulled up into a custom-built shelter mere steps from the front door. We were barely out before a troupe of footmen came out and started unloading the back, marching two by two up the impressive marble steps.

By the time we had ourselves gotten into the house they had disappeared, along with our things. I was struck by an irrational pang of worry.

“They are in your rooms unpacking,” Leif said.

“I thought I would be you, know, with you.”

“Oh, you are. I also set up a nursery for Polly. I figured she would want her own bed. Please, make yourself at home.”

I sat on the first couch I came to, trying to convince myself that this was all real and not some kind of beautiful dream.

“How?”

“I got lucky,” Leif said, sitting down next to us.

“On the lottery?”

“Oh, no, every cent was earned. I’ve always been good with computers, and I happened to graduate from M.I.T. just when a master’s degree in computer engineering would be most relevant. I started a company that wrote security software, using other white hat hackers to ensure the strength of the programming, and it just grew from there.”

“You’re a hacker?”

“I was, only gray hat, though. Went by the name LOKI. Master of mischief. Silly pranks really, like creating parodies of white supremacists. Like instead of White Internet Nationalists we would make it Weird Introverted Nerds, though their homepage looked identical, right down to the font on the initials.”

I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but it sure sounded impressive.

“Wow, so you really are a billionaire.”

“Yes, but usually I try not to make a big deal of it.”

The footmen trooped back down the stairs in perfect unison, before disappearing down into the basement. As though on cue, Polly yawned wide. I wasn’t surprised. She’d had a big day.

“Sleepy, ladybug?”

Polly nodded quickly, too tired to respond. I stood slowly, Polly laying her head on my chest.

“I’ll show you to the nursery,” Leif said.

“Thanks.”

It was lovely. Polly’s old toys were mixed in with new ones Leif must have bought. Her crib, an ancient-looking mobile hanging over it, was at the center. Polly was fast asleep by the time I lay her down in it.

I wasn’t sure what was happening at first. I had been waiting so long for Leif to touch me, it didn’t quite register when it finally happened. I felt a hand lovingly squeeze my ass.

“Want to see our room?”

“Yes sir,” I whispered, my submissive side coming out in full force.

It was as big as the entire house Meegan and I grew up in. He had decorated it with tasteful, earlier-century reliefs and antique furniture. Murals of scenes from Norse mythology were painted on the walls in photo-realistic detail. Everything was centered around the Edwardian four-poster bed, complete with curtains, that was set in the middle of the huge room.

Swooping me up into his strong arms, Leif carried me over to the bed, kissing me passionately as we went. Having been set down on my feet, I stood still as he gently undressed me until I was naked and vulnerable before him.

He started with my cheeks. His hands ran over my entire body, getting to know every inch of me, his tongue following close behind. Eventually, his erotic sojourn ended when he came to my pussy, already damp and pink with excitement at the very thought of his touch.

Tenderly spreading my silken lips with gentle fingers, Leif caressed my aching little pussy with his tongue. I moaned, long and loud, not having to worry about being heard anymore. Taking this as encouragement, Leif slipped a finger in next, lovingly working me as he licked me.

I thought I might pass out, my knees actually buckling from under me, but Leif was there. Catching me with ease, he elevated me from the ground, transporting me onto the bed. Keeping one hand stroking my belly to maintain contact, Leif took off his suit with the other, making things even between us.

Kneeling down beside me so I wouldn’t have to get up, he fed me his cock, getting it most of the way into my mouth, and a good bit of it going down my throat. Finding a comfortable depth, he stroked my hair as he carefully face-fucked me, stimulating my clit with his free hand while he was at it. We came in tandem. Leif finally filled my mouth with his thick, sweet cum as he worked me to a deep orgasm, making me shake like a paint mixer.

When I recovered, Leif pulled me down to the edge of the bed, getting me into a similar position to the one I got into on the chair. He was going to fuck me. I tried to relax and make things as easy as possible. I worried a little about the lack of lube, but my pussy was already so prepped I didn’t think it would be a problem.