Under Wraps: A Secret Baby Quarantine Office Romance (Love Under Lockdown Book 7)
happen, particularly with newbies.Sitting her on the toilet, I drew back the heavy curtain on the exquisite marble-tiled shower, done in purest dove white, making it look like a shower in Heaven. Getting the water just right, I lifted my darling pet into the shower, following soon after.
When we were both nice and drenched by the flowing water, I started on her braid, slowly unraveling it, twist by exquisite twist.
“How long does this take to do?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Depends. My record is an hour, but it usually takes one and a half to two, sir.”
“Makes sense,” I said, her beautiful, raven hair cascading down to the small of her back.
Getting everything out and loose, I took a handful of the salon-quality shampoo they happened to have in the bathroom and started running it through her hair, getting up a nice lather and giving her a scalp massage in the process. She put her head back into my hands and moaned softly as I rubbed, clearly liking what I was doing.
It might seem strange, but some of the most intimate activities are the ones few would consider. It takes almost more trust for most people to let someone touch their face or neck than some of the more traditional erogenous zones.
While not explicitly sexual, they are still extremely sensitive, and, in the case of the neck, particularly vulnerable. That was part of the reason I never did breath play; I just wasn’t confident enough in my skills in that particular area. I also approached hair-pulling with extreme cation.
Smoothing her wet hair back, so that it was restrained behind her shoulders while still being loose and free, I switched over to her body. I wasn’t sure if she was allergic to any soap additives, so I took the purer of the two options from the soap shelf and began the bathing process.
Starting with the back of her neck, gently gathering and lifting her hair so I could reach, I scrubbed her down, from face to feet, then feet to shoulders, flinging the wet mass of her hair over her shoulder like a strange sort of sash to make room. Emma braced herself against the wall, both palms flat against the cool, wet marble, humming with pleasure at what I was doing to her. It wasn’t over yet.
Forgoing the bar of soap, I reached around her hip and down, over her pelvis, lightly touching her pussy. She lifted slightly at my touch, a gasp escaping her throat. I tenderly cupped her right tit with my free hand, leaning in to kiss her neck as I stroked her sweet little pussy. When I could tell she was getting close, I turned her around, placing her back against the wall so I could watch her cum, proud to be able to give her such pleasure.
When she finished, I leaned in and kissed her, Emma returning my affections with all her might. Continuing to tongue down her chin and over her creamy neck, I worked my way ever downwards before, finally, burying my face into her pussy.
My darling pet let out a loud moan and put both hands on the back of my head as encouragement while I licked her delicate lips, using every technique I knew, introducing one finger and then two to work her pussy as I ran hard spirals on her clit with my tongue.
I caught her before she could collapse, her knees turning to jelly as a massive orgasm ripped through her. Scooping her up and moving carefully, I stepped out of the shower, depositing my love safely on the toilet. She must have rallied her strength in the meantime, because when I turned back after turning off the shower, she pounced on my still-hard cock, taking it all the way into her mouth.
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