Under Wraps - Love Under Lockdown

I didn’t know what it was, but there was something about being dominated, about not being in control, that made me really horny; my pussy would get dripping wet and I couldn’t help but touch myself.

I had seen Damien my first day at the firm. I didn’t know his name then, of course, but seeing him had really cheered me up. I hadn’t had an easy time of it, coming in from Wyoming, with the airlines being their usual charming selves. I also hadn’t realized how difficult getting a taxi in the city was, or how expensive; the fare into town was more than half of the money I had brought with me.

All the stress melted away when I saw him. It seemed silly, but I could almost feel the charm coming off of him. His handsome face and perfect body didn’t hurt, of course, but there was something else about him, something that made me feel safe – as well as super aroused. I knew I wanted to give up control to someone, to be dominated, and I knew right then that I wanted him to be the one to do it.

Not that he knew that I was alive, of course. He was a top-level corporate attorney and I was just an assistant, fresh off the plane from the middle of nowhere. We also worked on different floors and in different departments. They had put me in with the family law gang with a nice enough woman named Sheri.

I had suffered in silence for months, fantasizing that, one day, Damien would notice me and sweep me off my feet. A silly, girlish fantasy, I knew, but I could still dream.

When I heard about the assignment to be quarantined in the hotel, it seemed like a miracle. There was no guarantee that I would be assigned to Damien; there were lots of lawyers who needed assistants, as most of them were opting to continue to work during the lockdown. Putting my nerves aside, I entered my name for the volunteer pool.

I damn near fainted when they told me I had been assigned to Damien, and that we would be staying at the Hotel Seventy. It was the kind of place I couldn’t even dream of staying at on my salary. It was all so amazing; I could hardly contain myself.

I actually slipped up containing it here and there, like the sound I’d made when Damien said I could raid his minibar. I blushed in retrospect, but, to be fair, I had barely ever even seen a minibar before, let alone allowed free run of one that someone else was paying for. It was like giving a kid a shopping spree in a candy store.

He still hadn’t come out when I finished the last bit of the snacks. With nothing to distract myself, the throbbing in my pussy became a lot more pronounced. I did my best to ignore it. I thought about other things. I tried doing the alphabet backwards. It worked, for a while, but then I would hear it.

I was pretty sure what Damien was doing in the bathroom, and wondering if he was thinking about me. Imagining he was, at any rate. Before I really knew what was happening, my hand was up my skirt and slipping into my panties.

The first touch made me jump. My arousal was at full intensity, my pussy aching for stimulation. I, of course, would have preferred Damien’s tongue. That wasn’t going to be happening, though, so I would have to do it myself.

I put my hand back down in there, just hoping he wouldn’t catch me. I gently petted my tender pussy, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. Letting go, I let my mind drift to wherever it wanted to be.

I was on my knees, the cool, smooth floor beneath me. My hands were behind my back, masterfully tied with silk ropes. My feet were crossed at the ankles and tied in the same manner with the same rope. Damien was siting in front of me, completely naked, like I was. I could see every inch of him, every well-defined muscle. He looked like a marble statue come to life.

Except for his cock. His big, beautiful cock, standing at full attention, inches from my mouth, which was busy sucking his balls. It took one at a time, each being nearly too big by itself to fit in my little mouth. I started out by gently licking them, with long, loving caresses, before taking the first in my mouth. He let out a moan and I kept going, sucking gently. If I had my hands free, I would have stroked his beautiful cock while sucking his balls. My master wanted them tied, though, and what my master wanted, he got.

Giving his other ball a good seeing to, I started to lick, running my tongue down the length of his shaft, from bottom to top, spiralling my tongue around his head.