Under Wraps: A Secret Baby Quarantine Office Romance (Love Under Lockdown Book 7)
to the point that I was surprised it had even come to trial.“The other side is a bit of a crusader,” Damien said.
“Aren’t you?” I asked.
“I’m more of a philosopher. I help bolster what I think is right, though I know when to quit and when to pick my battles. Harris is like a honey badger, attacking anything that comes across his path.”
“Has he ever won a case?”
“Oh, no, not one. He also graduated at the bottom of his class at Harvard.”
“He went to Harvard?”
“Family connections, nothing to do with his ability. That’s one of the disadvantages of always getting what you want. It’s easy to come to expect it to be the order of things when it absolutely is not.”
“Can’t you get everything you want?” I asked.
“Yes, but I choose not to.”
“Why?” I asked, completely confused.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Fun was something my sweet master knew a lot about. He was also very good at surprises.
It wasn’t the first time he had tied me up, though it was the first time I had woken up in that state. My sweet master must have been very gentle indeed while tying me up, though I had to say, he still did a very good job. I couldn’t move at all, and I had already tried. The silk ropes were holding strong. I also couldn’t see.
“No use struggling,” said Damien’s voice. “The ropes are firm. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Yes, master,” I said, settling down.
“You are wearing a sleep mask I have altered into a blindfold. That is why you can’t see,” he said.
“Oh,” I said, not expecting that.
“You will be released, but only after you answer some questions.”
“Yes, master,” I said.
“I want to tell me what you really think.”
“About what?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“About this. About me. About what have we been doing the last month or so.”
“I love it, master,” I said.
“Do you love me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered, meaning it in my very soul.
“What was that?”
“Yes, master,” I said, loud and clear.
“Much better. What do you love about what we do? I want specifics.”
“I-I love how you touch me. It makes me feel really good, better than I have ever felt before. I like how you make me work for your cum, and how you treat me rough before you treat me soft.”
“You like the pain?”
“There isn’t really much pain, master. Not real bad pain, anyway. Even the rough stuff, the tying me up and fucking me hard, Even the ball gag. It doesn’t hurt. It can be really intense, but it doesn’t hurt. The spanking hurts a bit, but then it feels really good after. It’s all kinda unpredictable, which makes it really exciting. Oh, and the creativity!”
“Such as?” he asked.
“Well, the flowers, for one. The rose petals, I mean. Making the big pink and white hearts in my bedroom. The blindfolds, so I can’t see but can still feel. The feeling becomes a bit stronger, if I’m honest. The dress-up was pretty fun. Oh, and the butterscotch!”
“That was fun,” he agreed, breaking character just a bit.
“There is no other person I will give my body to than you. I am yours, my master. Completely and forever.”
“What do you like me to do, specifically?” he asked.
My mind reeled, trying to think of the right thing to say. In the end, I decided to just tell the truth and start at the beginning.
“I like it when you suck my toes.”
I gasped as much with pleasure as surprise as, suddenly, my master’s beautiful mouth was gently sucking my big toe, his lovely hands stroking my legs as he did so. Giving my other toe some tender love, he continued stroking my legs, waiting for me to tell him what else I liked. It didn’t take too long for me to work this out.
“I-I like it when you cup and stroke my pussy,” I said.
Caressing his hands up my legs, they came to a rest, meeting on my belly. His right hand then slipped down between my thighs, lightly cupping my wet, aching pussy. I moaned with pleasure and relief. Even his voice made me so horny.
Just silently touching me for a long while, my sweet master began to stroke me in slow, tight circles, making sure to hit my clit with every pass, sending another jolt of pleasure blasting through me. I desperately wanted to moan, but master hadn’t given me permission. I got away with it in the shower, but we weren’t really doing it then. When he tied me up, it was serious, and his word was law. I did not even move without his permission.
I got even wetter just at the thought of Damien in complete control of my body, doing whatever he wanted with me, whenever he wanted. I trusted him entirely. I trusted him with my life. I knew, as well as I knew anything, that he would never harm me.
“I-I also like when I’m not sure if you’re going to let me cum,” I gasped, edging on a moan but not crossing the invisible, forbidden line.
Taking advantage of my new wetness, my master angled his hand and slipped three fingers deep inside me, going up to the third knuckle. After giving me time to get used to being filled up, he started to gently move inside me, working my pussy towards a massive orgasm, taking his time to get there, building up the anticipation, not only of the burst of pleasure exploding behind my eyes every time he made me cum, but of seeing if he would actually allow me to cum. Just when I got to the point that I wanted to scream, he came to a halt, cupping my pussy as I came down.