Under Wraps - Love Under Lockdown

After deep-throating for a few moments, she pulled back and started sucking and stroking with all her might. She had gotten really good since the first few times we were together, making me cum in mere minutes with the sheer force of her newly acquired talents, my load flooding her loving mouth. My good little pet swallowed it all down before licking the head squeaky clean.

It took a while to dry off, particularly in terms of Emma’s hair, but we managed, and before we knew it, we were back in the adjoining bedroom, the strength having miraculously returned to her.

“Sit,” I ordered.

“Yes, master,” she said, dropping onto the bed.

While my good girl waited, I went through her clothes, assembling an outfit I thought to be appropriate.

“Put them on,” I said, laying the last item on the bed beside her.

“Yes, master!”

Quick as you please, Emma got dressed in the outfit. It took everything I had to not push her down on the bed and ravage her. I refrained, however. After all, the food would get cold.

“How do I look?” Emma asked, modelling her new ensemble.

“Absolutely fuckable,” I said.

Taking her by the hand, I took her out into the main room, which was indeed free of room service staff. Pulling out a chair, I sat her down.

“Back straight,” I ordered.

She sat up, prim and proper, in the high-backed chair. She was looking very regal indeed, the outfit I had chosen for her assisting to no end.

Running my hands gently down her arms, I placed both her hands palm down on the table.

“Don’t move,” I whispered into her ear.

“Yes, master,” she whispered, in what I had come to think of as her submissive voice.

Leaving her there, I got dressed in one of my suits, shined shoes and all, and took the seat opposite her. I had actually finished with the dictation before I’d asked her to go and get the coffee, the case documents safely back in their folders in my briefcase, along with my laptop.

Room service had put a lovely linen tablecloth over the already beautiful table. It was white, of course, which seemed pretty counterintuitive to me, but it stuck to the theme and was quite nice in its own right.

“What’s on you mind?” I asked, taking the bottle of ice wine from the silver bucket.

“How did you know?”

“I can read people. How do you think I’ve won all my cases?”

“Deep researching and supreme oratory skills?” Emma asked.

“Well, yes, that too, of course. It’s also being able to read people, particularly in judge trials. Those are best because there are fewer variables. Juries can be harder; too many individual egos. It’s hard to go wrong with judges. I’ve only gotten it wrong once, though even then I still won on the strength of my research and oratory skills.”

The cork finally came loose, and I filled each of our glasses to the halfway mark, or at least thereabouts. Best not to over do it.

“So, out with it. I can see you thinking from over here, and I will not have someone I love in distress if there’s anything I can do about it. Even if there isn’t anything I can do about it, I’ll still give it a try. I’m a bit of a romantic that way.”

“Love?”

“Sorry?” I asked, taking a sip of ice wine.

“You love me?”

“Of course I do. Were the giant rose petal hearts not a hint?”

“Well, yeah, I guess. I was kind of distracted at the time, what with your massive, beautiful cock and all, but now that you mention it, I suppose that could be considered an ovation.”

“Considered nothing. It was the most romantic thing I have ever done!”

“Because you love me,” Emma said, by way of clarification.

“Yes,” I said. “I love you, more than I have loved anyone.”

“Wow.”

“And yet, you still look concerned.”

“You’ve actually hit the root of it,” Emma said.

“How so?”

“It’s just so weird, how fast things went. I mean, I love you too. Have for months, if I’m honest. I was sure you would never notice me. Anyway, now we are together -”

“And how!”

“- I just worry.”

“Worry about what, my sweet pet?”

“About you, about work. I don’t mind if I lose my job. I can get another one. Besides, Faust & Moore are kind of notorious for their purges, particularly of lower positions. I figured I wasn’t long for the firm to start with. But, you’re on your way to partner and I would hate to jeopardize that.”

“I assure you, my darling, I am perfectly safe. They are going to make me a partner because of how effective I am and how much money I make for them. Do you know how much money I brought in for the firm last year alone?”

“No.”

“I don’t either. Not exactly. It is so hard to keep track. I just know it is a very large number with eight zeros in it. The firm gets forty percent of everything I make, not to mention the clout my high-profile cases bring them. There is no way they are going to risk that because I didn’t follow the rules to the letter.”