Amy’s first day working at the library started off with about as much excitement as one would expect. That was fine by her, as she preferred the quiet and the library was a good place to find it. The aisles and bookshelves seemed to go on forever, full of books to discover and quiet places to hide away and read them. The campus library was also the least likely place to run into the kind of boys she wanted to avoid.
Not that she had much difficulty evading their attention. She’d overheard herself described as mousey, one likely to be overlooked and lost underfoot. She wore what she liked and didn’t pay them much mind, today like most days wearing her short black hair up in a bun, round-rimmed glasses, and a simple pale blue blouse and a gray pleated skirt. Her ample breasts drew more attention than she preferred, but she found that in a convenient coincidence she could keep them from getting too much attention by hiding them behind the books she liked to read.
A man she’d passed on the way in seemed to have liked the look, sizing her up as he leafed through a little black book. He looked nice in a long-sleeve button shirt and slacks, both deep black, but she kept her distance from the man in black and he kept his.
For the moment she sat behind one of the desks, awaiting books needing to be sent back to their proper places and leafing through a book doing a poor job of holding her interest. From her position she could also manage some mildly entertaining people-watching between pages.
Her fingertip paused midway through a page turn, bending it back and forth as she wondered whether to give it a few more pages to prove itself, when she spied a young lady leaving the stacks. She looked a bit flushed and was mostly succeeding in hiding that she was shaking a bit as she walked. She was also grinning like a fool.
Making as though to continue reading her book she peered over the binding, curiosity piqued. A more thorough inspection noted some faint marks on her wrists and a thin black collar around her throat. One of the buttons of her blouse was missing, and another was in the wrong hole. And she was… clearly not wearing a bra. What had she been up to back there? She gave Amy an odd look as she walked by, smiled knowingly, then left.
Her attention snapped back to current events at the sound of a book being set on the desk by her elbow, set quietly although the clap of the cover on the counter sounded unusually loud and made her jump a little.
Looking over to the small black book she saw a large hand on it, leading up the arm to broad shoulders and a pleasant face bearing the smile of a man with a secret. The man in black. Up close she could see that he had a nice physique, the kind she liked where he wasn’t too taut but wasn’t muscle-bound either.
He said not a word as he leaned over her with that smile, looking into her eyes. At a guess he’d probably have still stood a few inches over her even if she’d been standing. She felt herself shrinking back in her chair a bit, though not precisely trying to move away from him.
He was almost uncomfortably close to the point that she wondered if he meant to kiss her. Her toes curled a bit in her shoes as she though to push her chair back a bit, but his scent called her to stay where she was. The way he looked into her eyes she felt as though he were physically holding her down with those strong hands instead of just his gaze.
Her tongue felt dry and she swallowed before speaking, recalling that she was supposed to be working. “Can I help you with something?” The words came out less confidently than she’d hoped.
He said not a word in reply, just kept looking at her. Visibly his eyes moved down her body and back up, her nipples uncomfortably stiff under his inspection. She might not have found it odd if he’d somehow unbuttoned her blouse with his gaze, but instead he merely slid the little black book towards her on the desk. The corner of his mouth turned up in approval as he stood back up to his full height and simply turned and walked away.
Amy then began to take notice of the outside world again, starting with exhaling. At some point she’d dropped her book, though it’d simply fallen in her lap. Nobody seemed to have noticed… whatever had just happened. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear she rose to look at the little black book, displaying nothing resembling a title aside from a large A on the front cover in delicate caligraphy. A glance at the sticker on the side told her that it belonged in a part of the library she hadn’t seen much of yet. A little walking would be good to clear her head.
It was near closing time and the last of the sunlight slipped amber fingers between the stacks where it could reach. Her curious fingers opened the small clasp and opened the book, leafing through the pages to see what this was about. Everything was hand-written, and in many different styles of handwriting from chapter to chapter. She picked one at random and read…
“His tongue was amazing. Everywhere he touched me set off fireworks. When he kissed me his tongue wrapped around mine, played with me. He knew just how to flutter his tongue on my nipples to make them so hard they hurt. And I thought I’d die when he got between my thighs and slipped his tongue inside me and all around my-”
With a squeak she bumped into something, clapping the book shut loud as a gunshot. She’d been so distracted she walked right into a bookshelf. Whether the warm flush in her cheeks was from bumping into something like a silly girl or from what had been written in the book, she couldn’t say.
Pausing to adjust her glasses she noticed something on a low shelf. Bending to pick it up she found it to be a button, quite possibly the one missing from the girl’s blouse earlier. Realizing what her position was doing to her skirt she stood up quickly, though she saw no one behind her.
Walking a little farther she found the place, one empty slot high up where the black book belonged. As she pulled a nearby ladder into place she spied something curious about the shelf. Someone had tied some long bits of black cord to the shelf, looped around and tied with several knots. The soft cord was warm to her touch, and there was an interesting scent in the air. Kind of like the man in black, but something else too.
As she prepared to scale the ladder she looked up and down the aisle again. She’d learned the risks of skirts and ladders earlier that day, and even in quieter parts of the library such as this a random visitor wasn’t too far off. Carefully positioning herself on the rungs she climbed up and angled the book onto the shelf, soon finding that she’d slightly misjudged how far over she needed to place the ladder.
Deciding to go for it anyway she reached out farther, figuring it would only be a short drop anyway if she were to fall. Tempting fate had the result one might expect, and when her hand found a smooth part of the ladder rung it slipped free. With a squeak of surprise she closed her eyes and stiffened, reaching out at random to try to grab onto something.
A moment later she noticed two things. For one, she was no longer falling. Second, while one arm and leg were wrapped around the ladder and one foot dangled, her other arm was wrapped around someone’s warm and well-toned shoulders. Someone with a familiar scent.
She lifted her head from the shoulder it’d been pressed against and opened her eyes to see the man in black regarding her with a warm smile. His hand at the small of her back pressed her close as he helped her down off the ladder, both of his arms curling around her as he set her on her feet. She bit her lip as the motion made her nipples brush down his chest a little, sensitive enough to feel it even through her blouse and bra, hard enough she wondered if he felt it too.
Her hands were on his chest as he steadied her, and she found she did indeed have to look up at him. Not so much taller that he’d have to lean too far to kiss her, though she chastized herself for thinking of it in such terms. One of his hands reached up to her face, and he found herself closing her eyes and quivering a little even though all he did was slip her glasses back into place and brush an errant strand of hair away from her eyes.
She had a thing about having her hair played with, though he couldn’t have known that. Could he? She paused to catch her breath. Someone could come by at any moment and it wouldn’t do for her to be found like this in the stacks on her first day. “Thank you,” she managed to say as she tried to slip away. His hands resisted her at first and she pushed her hands against his chest a bit. A heartbeat later he released her, though she had no doubt he could have held her as long as he wanted to.
His hand brushed up her shoulder and his fingertips teased up her neck, his touch lingering a moment under her chin as he stood at arm’s length. He smiled at her again, that dangerous secret smile. “Take care.” His baritone voice went through her, with just a hint of a Spanish accent. She was glad she was already standing near the bookcase, fingers finding the shelf to steady herself lest she need him to catch her again.
Before she knew it she was alone in the stacks again, leaning against the bookcase trying to catch her breath. What was he doing to her? She ran her fingers through her hair and down her neck, almost considering opening a button or two of her blouse. Because she felt so hot, yes that was it. It was a bit stuffy in here at times. It had nothing to do with the way her nipples scraped at the inside of her bra, or the moistness she felt between her legs.
The sound of someone calling for closing time brought to her attention that one of her hands had already opened a button or two and then had stolen beneath her skirt, pressed against her dampened panties. Her other hand didn’t come when called at first, and she noticed it had become tangled in the cord.
Blushing so much she thought she might glow she untangled herself and tried to straighten her blouse before going back out to the people. Adjusting her hair she noticed an increasingly familiar scent on her fingers. What she smelled on the cord and in that place smelled very similar to her hand. The hand that had touched him, and had touched herself.
At home beneath the covers she stoked the fire that had been smoldering earlier that day. Being a single woman she wasn’t a total stranger to helping herself along, but that night seemed more intense than most. Alone with her fantasies everything was different.
She imagined being there with him in the stacks as she pinched her nipples just the way she liked, pretending it was his hands on her. Her hand slipped down her belly into her panties, imagining him holding her against the bookshelves as he fingered her. She moaned out loud as she thumbed her clit, her thighs tensing as she imagined them wrapped around him while he took her.
She found herself shaking from it all when she was finally spent, imagining all the lewd things she would do to him and have him do to her. Would that it were a different world and she a different woman. For her there would only be fantasies. Fantasies were safe.
On the second day Amy decided upon a change of attire. Maybe some white stockings would make her legs less noticeable, and a smart gray jacket would hide her breasts a little. Finding the jacket a little warm she’d gone with a thinner white blouse and skipped the bra, since that’d all be under the jacket anyway.
Things went quite well for awhile, which is to say they were as quiet as she hoped. Organizing books here, looking something up there. The man in black was nowhere to be seen when she’d arrived, though she kept feeling a subconscious need to tug her skirt down whenever she bent to attend to something as though he might be just around the corner.
And then towards the end of the day as she wandered from aisle to aisle with the stack of books needing to be put back, the very last book in the pile was the little black book with the pretty red A. If she went back there again would he be there waiting? No, someone would have noticed someone like him lurking about.
Besides, so what if he was? She wasn’t some silly superstitious girl, afraid to walk down a dark aisle in a library. The campus had security guards, and beyond that in a quiet library a scream for help would be heard by everyone. She hugged the book to her breast and strode towards the proper place with renewed confidence.
The aisle showed no sign of the man in black, but nor was there a ladder around. She’d seen one a few rows back but didn’t quite feel like going back for it. To leave now felt like making excuses. She could do this, dammit. And the open spot where the book belonged wasn’t so high this time. She could probably tip it in herself.
Conscious of her skirt riding up a bit but determined to see it through anyway she stretched to try to get the corner of the book onto the shelf, first up on her left foot and then up on her right. The shelves pressed against her breasts as she got up on her tiptoes, trying to reach, almost there but not quite. She could just barely almost get it, but she needed…
“Might I be of some assistance?” She hadn’t seen or heard him approach, but there he was just a few feet away, smiling at her again, striding towards her without waiting for her answer.
She chewed her lip and redoubled her efforts. Just tip the book in and go, that’s all she had to do. “No… hrmf… no thank you. I’m quite alright… mm… I can do this just fine myself.” How long had he been there, watching her bounce up and down trying to get at that shelf? She was glad her arm blocked his view of the blush coloring her face.
Then he was there with her, behind and slightly to the side. One hand touched her hip to steady her, the other touched her outstretched hand. She swallowed hard as his scent came to her and his breath caressed her ear. “I insist.”
She leaned as close to the bookcase as she could but he came closer still, something firm brushing against her hip. His hand was warm on hers as they finally got the corner of the book in place and began to ease it in. Her calves were getting a little sore from being up on her tiptoes, but to set down on her heels would draw that firmness harder against her.
Her free hand groped at the bookshelf and she was now glad to find that the cord was still there. She held onto it tightly as she watched their hands on the book. His touch was like steel wrapped in silk, and her hand in his had no choice but to follow.
The space was a little tight as he eased just the tip of the corner in. His fingers brushed the edges, coaxing them a little wider as his thumb stroked the spot between her forefinger and thumb. It looked like it wouldn’t fit but he eased it in a little bit at a time, making sure not to slip it in too roughly. The bindings made soft sounds against each other as he finally slipped it all the way in, tight and secure, where it belonged inside.
His hand stayed on hers as she brought it back down to shoulder-high by the other, closing her eyes as she looked away from his face next to hers. She fought to control her breathing. She didn’t want to admit to him what effect he was having on her, or perhaps she didn’t want to admit it to herself.
Get it together! All he did was help you put away a book and you’re melting in his hands. His hands… His hands were on both her hands now, thumbs gently stroking her wrists. Her legs were quivering. Mostly from being on her tiptoes. She’d have to give in sooner or later. “Thanks,” she murmured, cursing herself for how little confidence she’d managed to put into it. Go away go away go away…
He didn’t seem to be interested in leaving no matter how loudly she thought it at him. Instead he stroked his hands up her arms, over her shoulders, and slowly down her sides to her hips. “My pleasure.” If it weren’t for the jacket she could have felt more of it, especially through her thin blouse… Stop that! Her fingers tangled in the cords, trying to think about something other than his touch.
“It’s almost closing time.” The cool wood of the shelf felt good against her forehead as she tried to make herself small against the bookcase, though her calves were aching. “I need… I mean, I should be…”
He shifted to stand fully behind her, brushing the firmness along the crease of her tush and leaving no doubt in her mind as to what it was. That was the last straw for her quivering legs, forcing her to relent and drop to her heels. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper as she felt his whole toned body against her from behind. Her nipples were stiffening swiftly and scraping against the inside of her jacket.
She dug her chin into her shoulder, eyes shut tight as his hands moved up to her shoulders, squeezing fondly. He brushed her hair aside and she felt his lips brush her ear as he whispered, “What do you need?”
She forced herself not to moan for him. She knew what she needed as well as he did. But not here. Not now. Not like this. “Please, I can’t… I have to… Oh!” She gasped as he moved, sudden as a coiled snake, pulling the shoulders of her jacket down and spinning her to face him.
The closed buttons kept the jacket from going all the way off, and between the tightening of the sleeves and her wrists becoming tangled in the cords her hands were trapped behind her. Worse still, her breasts strained against her blouse and there was no mistaking her painfully stiff nipples poking at the thin material. He touched her chin with a fingertip and tipped her face up, and then she opened her eyes.
She should have called for help but she couldn’t find her voice. She should have struggled but she felt frozen in place. She should have done something other than look into eyes, because that was all she could do now. Her lips pursed slightly, breasts rising and falling with each breath. When he stroked his thumb across her lower lip she just barely resisted the urge to kiss it. He leaned in as if to kiss her, but just whispered by her ear again in that terribly enticing voice. “What do you need?”
His cheek was warm against hers as he stroked fingertips slowly down her neck to the top button of her blouse. Her body was shaking as she tried to muster enough sense to do something. “Don’t… please, I can’t… I’m not…”
His fingers moved slowly downward, pausing just a heartbeat at each button, and though he opened none of them she felt naked before him already. Her body didn’t seem to be listening to her anymore, judging by the way it arched when his hand passed between her full firm breasts. “But you are. You’re so beautiful and you don’t even know it. But you know you like it. You like it when a man can’t keep his hands off you.”
She balled her hands into little fists in the cord. She couldn’t do this. She wasn’t that woman. She shouldn’t be here. She turned her face away from his, closing her eyes tight to escape his gaze. Trying to marshal the last of her courage and good sense she managed a whisper with only a little quiver in her voice. “S-stop… stop or I’ll scream.”
His warm touch lit a fire in her heart and between her thighs as his hand caressed down past her navel and along her thigh. “Scream and I’ll stop.” Her head was swimming, first from the feel of his fingers dipping under her skirt, second from the absurdity of his retort.
Never stopping his exploration he slipped his fingers to the top of her stocking as his other hand turned her face to his. She opened her eyes without thinking and she was his again, his lips so close to hers. She whimpered as his forearm brushed over her nipple and his fingers under her skirt teased up her inner thigh.
“If you really want me to leave, I will.” She couldn’t stop herself from pressing against his touch. “Just say the word and I’ll disappear.” His fingertips brushed the edge of her bikini cut panties. The grin and growl of approval he gave her made her flush bright crimson. It wasn’t like she’d worn those for him, had she?
Her lips parted, closed, parted, closed again. What should she say? Well, she knew what she should say, but could she say it? She had to. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say she she opened her mouth again, but all she managed was a soft moan as his hand moved to her hip under her skirt and he pressed his firm shaft hard against her center. Even through their clothes she could feel it throbbing, forcing her to bury her face in his shoulder to keep from alerting the whole library.
He brushed his fingers through her hair as he kissed the top of her head, his presence and warmth slowly leaving her. “Wear lace for me tomorrow.” He caressed her cheek before releasing her. When she could finally manage to open her eyes he was gone.
She leaned heavily against the bookcase and let out a long shuddering breath, sliding down to her knees to rest her quivering legs, a moment later surprised to find her wrists not entangled by the cords. She was certain they were in the cords earlier, weren’t they? She stroked her wrists curiously, looking for marks. Then the call for closing time reminded her that she was on her knees, disheveled, and with her breasts on display. For the second time in as many days she found herself leaving the library feeling flustered.
That night she endeavored not to touch herself. To think about that would be to think about him, and she wanted to put him out of her mind. Accosting her in the library like that! If he showed his face again she’d get rid of him quick.
Sure he looked nice and smelled nicer, but it just wasn’t proper. She wanted a guy who would romance her and be tender, not some mysterious man in black. Not some dark stranger to take her in his strong hands, pin her against a wall, those damn fingers rolling her nipples and parting her folds and stroking her clit, and his tongue…
She yanked her hands away from their naughty business, clasping them together over her pounding heart as she lay on her side and tried to forget him. But when she slept she dreamed, and in her dreams he was there.
She went through the third day in a bit of a daze, endeavoring to lose herself in her books and banish the man in black from her mind. She’d skipped the jacket today but kept the bra on under her white blouse. She uncrossed and recrossed her black-stockinged legs under the desk.
The desk was closed in the front, else she would have just given a generous view under her skirt to anyone passing by. She squeezed her thighs together at the thought and glanced over her book at the room. The man in black was not among the people milling about, nor did anyone bring her a little black book. It was near closing time and neither had yet made an appearance.
Good riddance. She was better off strolling the aisles, getting her work done without anyone feeling her up and nibbling her earlobes. She hugged the stack of books to her chest as she went about her business, quite content with the cool covers against her breasts instead of warm hands. The warm summer breeze floating through the open windows was certainly the only thing she needed brushing between her legs.
Somehow she’d ended up near that dark aisle again, standing at the crossroads. And there was that book again, this time lying on the floor halfway down the row. She had to prove something to herelf, she decided. If she could resist him a third time he’d be gone for good, she was certain of it. She could do this.
Head held high she strode towards the book, feeling a bit of a confident sway in her hips. One foot in front of the other. She’d prove he had no power over her. She wouldn’t let him. As she got to where the book lay she didn’t even bother to kneel down demurely, just leaned right over to pick it up. Sure it made her skirt ride up a bit, maybe give someone a peek of her panties, but to hell with it. She would do as she pleased.
She crossed her arms and held the book to her breasts as she stood up, closing her eyes and allowing herself a moment to take in his scent upon it, letting her lips part a little. No harm in that. And anyway this would be the last time.
Looking over she saw the empty space, even lower than yesterday, barely above her head. She wouldn’t need him this time, wouldn’t even need to get on tiptoes. She reached up with both hands into the wide space and slipped the book into place.
She turned and went to leave, but stopped short when her hands didn’t come along. Must’ve gotten her sleeve caught on something, that was all. But her eyes confirmed what she’d felt on her wrists. Little loops had been tied in a black cord now binding her wrists together and to the shelf, catching her like a rabbit in a snare.
She fumbled for the knot but couldn’t seem to find the beginning or the end. She had to find it. She could call for help. It would be embarassing to explain why she was tied up in a dark aisle, but it was better than waiting to be found by… him.
She lowered her forehead to the cool wood of the bookshelf. Even without looking she knew the man in black was there at the end of the aisle, approaching her, regarding her with that smile and those eyes. She couldn’t look. If she looked into those eyes she feared she might fall in.
She felt his hands on her, turning her body towards him, the hard edges of the shelves against her back. She had to twist a bit with her hands still bound, now positioned behind her head. The position forced her body to arch a bit, making her breasts strain against her blouse as though she were putting them on display. But she wasn’t. Not her. He was doing this. It was him.
She could do this. She had to do this. Had to resist him. From his warmth she could feel him standing close to her without touching her. Why wasn’t he touching her? She was practically offering… No, she couldn’t. She had to stop this. She bit her lip as she tried to find the words.
She started to speak, but only released a shuddering breath as his fingers caressed her cheek, down her neck, down to the buttons of her blouse, his hand lingering between her breasts. She could hear the smile in his words. “I see you’ve decided.”
She just barely opened one eye to look down at his hand on her, then widened both eyes as she saw the black outline visible under her white blouse. The black lace. Why was she wearing the lace?
She hadn’t even thought about it when she’d dressed that day. It couldn’t be. But sure enough it was judging by the way it felt against her skin when his hand brushed the sides of her breasts. His other hand casually slipped under her skirt, finding more lace rimming the tops of her stockings and the waistband of her panties.
It was an accident. Yes, that’s all it was. She’d just explain that she hadn’t meant to wear those lacy things for him. She wasn’t wearing them for him! She’d tell him off, just look him right in the eye and… and…
Her lips parted but she could find no words. There was only his eyes meeting hers, his smile deepening, and his hands touching hers. She watched transfixed as he pulled more black cords from somewhere and began to wind them around her, feeling an unusual sense of detatchment. This wasn’t happening to her. This wasn’t her. She found her throat dry and swallowed before speaking softly. “What are you doing… what are you going to do to me?”
He smiled and softly kissed the corner of her mouth, making her quiver. “I believe you know the answer to that, my dear.” She opened her mouth to object but soon found his tongue between her lips, caressing and exploring. All she could manage through the kiss was a whimper of frustration as he wrapped more cords around her.
His hands were swift and sure as they wound the cords around her body, over under and between her breasts, a loose loop around her throat, some knots here and there that kept it all in place. It seemed like he’d done this several times before.
His hands brushed her breasts several times as he bound her, coaxing her nipples into hard points. She pulled against the bindings on her wrists, but she was in a poor position for leverage and the knots were well tied, no doubt giving her some marks on her wrists for her trouble. Worse, she now felt the resistance of the cords at the small of her back trapping her, barely able to move her body.
She averted her eyes, trying to find some way to twist to loosen her bindings, trying not to press her breasts into his hands. “Please… don’t… don’t do this…” The more she watched him wind those black cords around her the more she trembled. She began to wonder if she could walk away now even if he unbound her.
She moaned as he slipped his fingers into her hair and gave a gentle tug, baring her neck to his soft lips. “You shouldn’t tell lies Amy, to me or to yourself. You want this. You need this.”
She chewed her lip and whimpered as he slipped his hands under her skirt. In a final act of defiance she pressed her thighs tightly together, hoping he wouldn’t notice her panties already damp. He grinned at this and gave her a little growl that made her legs quiver. He’d called her by name. She’d never told him her name. “How… how do you know…”
He began to gently stroke her thighs, caressing them fondly. She knew those strong hands could just force her legs apart, but he didn’t. He just kept teasing her. “I know you very well Amy. Better than you know yourself.” She almost pressed herself into his touch, but that would mean parting her thighs for him. He leaned in close as he spoke, lips brushing her ear, scent fracturing her resolve. “I know you need to be touched. You need to be taken. You need to be fucked.”
The word shattered something in her like a fine glass hurled against a wall. She released another shuddering moan as he hung her head, her legs opening with the barest touch of his fingers on her inner thighs. This wasn’t supposed to be. Women like her made love or had sex, they didn’t… didn’t get…
She gasped as she saw him move down between her legs, winding the cords around her hips and against her center through her panties. One of the knots he tied settled against her clit, making her whimper. He then stepped back to admire his handiwork.
Her breasts were thrust up proudly, nipples so hard they could just barely be seen, her blouse pulled tight by the bindings and her arms up behind her head. Her eyes were half-closed and her lips pursed as she tried to just keep breathing, twisting feebly in her bonds almost as an afterthought, only succeeding in making her breasts bounce more and stroking her center with the knot at her clit.
She found that if she got up on the balls of her feet a little she could ease the pressure on her clit, but it tightened the bonds on her wrists and around her breasts uncomfortably. She could let the numerous cords support her but for that little knot, each breath seeming to make it stroke her like a teasing finger.
His warm hand caressed her cheek and she felt herself lean into his touch. She opened her eyes, watching what he did to her body as if in a daze, as if it was happening to some other woman. He easily worked around the bindings that entrapped her, finding each button of her blouse and opening them one by one. She lifted a bit to escape the press of the knot on her clit, her breasts brushing his hands. Her nipples begged for attention, if only she could turn her body a little more…
Her lips were a tight line as she tried desperately to stifle a moan, unable to keep herself from arching to his hands. He gave her a little growl as he saw her will retreat another step under his, and said growl took her legs out from under her. The knot pressed hard to her clit and she gave a soft wordless cry of desperation.
As he worked open the last buttons of her blouse with one hand he touched her chin with the other, stroking her lips with his thumb. Not knowing why she found herself nipping lightly at it, wanting something between her lips to suck. If nothing else it muffled her increasing moans.
He drew closer to her, smiling that damn smile of his as she opened her eyes. The knot rubbing her clit coaxed another moan from her, but he stifled it with the barest touch of his fingertip to her pursed lips. “Shh… quiet in the library. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. This is between you and me.”
Her calves strained as she yet again tried to rise off the knot at her clit and get her wits about her. They weren’t entirely alone. Someone could walk by at any moment to watch him slowly moving the material of her blouse aside, maddeningly stroking the tops of her breasts encased only in lace, framed and on display from the support of the cords.
His hands were on her thighs, hiking up her skirt and placing all her black lace on display, seeming not so much to cover her forbidden treasures as to make them more enticing. He leaned in then and softly played his fingers through her hair, and she buried her face in his shoulder. Softly she murmured, trying to tell him no, but it sounded like little more than soft moans to her ears and his.
Desperately she tried to pull away from his touch but his hand stayed where it was, fingers curling in her hair, tightening on her heartstrings. Her clit and her nipples ached, hear heart pounding in her ears deafeningly, and the bastard just kept teasing her. “Ah… please… please just… just let me go or-”
Her lips parted in shock, hoping he hadn’t noticed but knowing he had by his predatory grin. “Or what?” Her lips had been ready to say something starting with F. Her breasts heaved with each breath as he stroked his fingertips along the material of her bra, carefully peeling the lace down to bare her breasts to the cool air. “What do you want? What do you need?”
She quivered as his hands moved down to her thighs again. She was fast losing control over her body, and felt as though her mind was soon to follow. it was like her body didn’t even belong to her anymore, it belonged to… No, she couldn’t, she couldn’t… “P-please, don’t make me… I just… I can’t.. I need.. Ahh!” The last came when her train of thought was derailed by his fingers pulling the thin material of her panties out of the way and letting the damnable knot touch her bare clit.
Her hands pulled hard at her bindings one last time, though truthfully they may have been the only thing keeping her from reaching for him. She shut her eyes tight, turned her face away from his, shaking as she felt him draw close, so close she could feel his breath on her neck. “Say it.” She clenched her jaw, afraid to let her lips betray her as the rest of her body had.
Then, when his lips were close enough to brush her ear as he spoke, he carefully picked one of the cords entwined around her and gave it a little tug that pulled the knot harder against her clit. “Say it.”
Her lips parted almost imperceptably, she heard a whisper so soft she almost could have believed it wasn’t hers. “F… F-fuck me…”
He pulled the knot tighter. “What was that? Speak clearly, love.”
She couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t stop her lips from offering her body to him. They didn’t listen to her anymore, didn’t belong to her anymore. “Fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckmepleeease I can’t take it anym-mmMM!”
He pressed himself fully against her as his lips claimed hers, and she used what leverage she had to mold herself to his body. She moaned shamelessly into the kiss, eagerly accepting his tongue as it curled ’round hers, arching for him to feel his body brushing her nipples and clit. When his lips moved to her neck and his hands finally cupped her breasts she bit her lip so hard it hurt. His palms were rough on her aching nipples and it hurt so good when he pinched them.
She buried her face in his strong welcoming shoulder, finding herself biting it to try to stifle her moans as he rolled her nipples between his fingertips and pressed his concealed bulge between her legs.
Eyes closed to savor the sensations she leaned against his hand when he caressed her cheek, whimpering as he thumbed a circle around her nipple. “Ordinarily I love a screamer but that could be troublesome here… However, I have a solution.” His touch left her cheek and when she opened her eyes she saw held before her a black silk scarf. It was wound up tight with a round knot in the middle. A gag. He meant to gag her.
Each breath she stole brushed her nipples against his body. Her thighs had found their way on either side of his knee and her hips moved of their own volition to press her sex against it. This was it. This was the verge.
If he gagged her she could relax and enjoy it more, but she couldn’t tell him to stop either. Once that gag was in place this wouldn’t stop until he decided so. But if she stopped now he might never touch her again.
And he just stood there, waiting, smiling. She shuddered and moaned as she realized she would have to choose it. He was going to make her do it to herself. And she knew what she would choose, had to choose, had to have.
All these thoughts went by in a heartbeat as her eyes closed and her mouth opened, moaning as he secured the gag in place. She then let her head loll back as he stroked her nipples and thumbed her clit, testing the gag with a soft purr. Now she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t escape, couldn’t do a thing except let him touch her, kiss her, fuck her… and she’d never felt more free in her life.
She arched her body to his touch, shuddering as he kissed and nibbled down her neck and cupped her breasts in his hands, his rough palms teasing her sensitive peaks as he fondled her. As she watched through half-lidded eyes he kissed his way down between her breasts, smiling up at her as he gave each of her nipples in turn a soft kiss a gentle tug with his lips.
Her eyes closed and her head rested againt her shoulder as she quivered under his lips, his mouth moving back and forth from one breast to the other. As he’d suck gently on one nipple he’d brush the other with his palm, and then give her other nipple a tender lapping from his agile tongue while the first recieved a gentle stroking.
He then pressed close to her, nipping at her neck as he took her nipples between his fingertips and began to pinch. Gently at first, the way she usually did when she touched herself, but he kept increasing the pressure harder and harder. She twisted in her bonds and mewled pleadingly, shaking her head side to side. This only succeeded in getting her nipples tugged harder, hurting a bit but oddly feeling good too.
Whimpering with each breath she squeezed her thighs together, presing herself against the clit knot. She soon found that the more he teased her the better everything felt. The knot nuzzling her clit, the tight cords entangling her body, the way he pinched her nipples so hard, all of it set her senses buzzing.
She moaned softly and leaned heavily against the bookcase as he released her nipples. They stung at first, but the feel of his warm tongue swirling around first one and then the other soon soothed them. Lapping tongue was then replaced with stroking fingertips as he kissed his way down her body, flicking his tongue at her navel as he looked up into her widening eyes.
It still all seemed so surreal. Tied up in the library, spread and bare to his whims, her nipples practically on fire from his touch, and now that fluttering tongue was drawing ever closer to her center. He’d been the first to touch her there in a long time, and the first to kiss here there since longer still.
Her quivering legs threatened to give out but he seemed to know her body better than she did and steadied her with his strong hands on her hips. She felt him lift one of her thighs onto his shoulder and she complied eagerly, hooking her calf across his back as he peppered her inner thighs with butterfly kisses leading to her center.
His tongue was magic. She let her head loll back with a shameless moan as the tip traced her outer folds, taking his time as though to explore every little contour from the outside in. Only his strong hands on her hips kept her from thrusting her hips to his agile tongue when it circled her clit. To top it all off he used the knot to tease her further, moving it with the tip of his tongue or holding it between her lips to stroke her intimately.
She found herself sighing happily as he tongued her flower, tossing her head dreamily back and forth as he slowly slipped his tongue deep inside her. Her eyelids fluttered as he made her head spin, but her eyes went wide when she looked and saw someone standing at the far end of the aisle. She was far away and facing away from them, probably looking for a book, oblivious to her plight. If she turned this way she’d see them.
Desperately she tried to warn him, but the only sound she could make was pitiful whimpers as he sucked her clit and reached a hand up to cup her breast. Reflexively she pulled at her bonds, but her struggles only seemed to encourage him. Her eyes shut tight as he slipped a finger inside her with his other hand, parting her petals with his tender touch, making her mewl softly.
Just when it seemed the browsing woman would turn and see them the man in black stood, leaning just right against the bookcase to hide her from view. She curled her body against his, trying to make herself small, make herself diappear into him. Maddeningly his fingers stayed between her thighs, slowly stroking up and down her folds.
She looked into his eyes pleadingly, though whether to tell him to stop or keep going she was unsure. She bit down hard on the gag and tucked her head against his chest, quivering and giving muffled whimpers as he curled a finger inside her and teased her clit with his thumb, all the while smiling warmly at her. Slowly he withdrew his finger from her folds, moist with her arousal, and slowly circled her nipple with it. The cool air flowing over her wetted nipple seemed to make it even harder for him.
Her eyes closed as he pinched her other nipple hard, drawing from her a moan that she feared might be heard even through the gag. She felt him shift around her, glad that the browser was gone so he could focus his attention upon her once more. Some tiny voice chided her for not taking the opportunity to try to escape but she didn’t care anymore. All she cared about was leaning into each warm touch of his hands on her body as he adjusted her bindings. Soon he’d adjusted her, leaning forward slightly facing the bookshelf.
He slipped his hands under her and cupped her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between his fingertips as his teeth grazed at her neck and made her quiver with his soft growls. His fingers slipped into her hair to turn her head, and when she opened his eyes she saw him holding two small clips. Breathing heavily and trying to focus through a lustful haze she was at first confused by what he showed her. Then he steadied her with a hand at her hip as he playfully nibbled her earlobe, drawing sharp cries of of pain and pleasure as he secured one clip and then the other on her nipples.
She shut her eyes tight and hung her head as she tried to get used to the new sensations. His fingers playing with her hair and stroking the back of her neck soothed her a little as the little clips tugged gently at her stiff points, very lightly but just enough to tease each time she took a breath or shuddered for his touch. Only his hands on her body kept her standing when he whispered by her ear, “And now my dear… I’m going to fuck you.”
His words went through her like an electric pulse that throbbed in her nipples and clit. Her body moved at his command, her hips rising to his touch as he hiked her skirt up to bare her tush and slipped her panties aside. Desperately she whimpered as he heard him lower his zipper and felt his thick shaft teasing between her thighs, hot and hard, gliding back and forth along her folds without slipping inside her yet.
She was so full of need she thought she might die without him inside her soon. Unable to vocalize beyond whimpering for him she thrust back at him, trying to wordlessly communicate her burning need, biting down on the gag as the motion made her nipple clips tug gently. Then her body arched and went rigid, moaning into the gag as he slipped his shaft inside her in one swift stroke, filling her with his thickness, letting her feel it throb inside her.
She gripped the bookshelf tightly, eyes closed as her head swam. The nipple clips continued to tug at her breasts and his shaft was almost uncomfortably thick inside her, both making her quiver each time she tried to breathe. Quivering on his shaft was about all she could do as his strong hands gripped her hips, his beginning to move to draw slowly out of her and then firmly back in.
Gripping the bookshelf tightly she pressed her hips back against his, whimpering with each breath. Her eyes fluttered as each thrust made the clips swing back and forth, tugging her nipples this way and that. It felt like it should be hurting but it felt so good. She felt like she was losing her mind and she loved it.
She felt his hot breath on her neck as he leaned over her, smiling behind the gag as she he heard him moan a little for her when she moved her hips with his. His hands explored her freely, one moving between her thighs as the other cupped her breast. She murmured incoherant encouragements as his fingers teased her, stroking her folds and playing with her nipple clips as his shaft slid in and out, in and out. She gave him a long muffled moan as his fingers found her clit and stroked circles around it.
Both of his hands then focused on her breasts, making her mewl helplessly as he nuzzled her neck and slowly twisted the clips this way and that. She couldn’t make him stop and she couldn’t make him fuck her harder. He would do what he wished with her and the thought of it nearly made her cum right there. Whether or not he could hear her thoughts it seemed he could read her body language, as she happily felt him begin to thrust into her harder, faster, deeper.
He drew another cry of pleasure from her as he nipped her neck, another whimper as he growled by her ear, countless moans each time he thrust his thick throbbing shaft deep inside her. His fingers caressed through her hair and curled within, his other hand reaching to stroke her folds and thumb her clit as he whispered softly in that maddening lustful voice. “It’s time, Amy. Time to let it all go. Time to give yourself to me. Cum for me Amy.” As he said the last he pressed his thumb to her clit and gave her hair a gentle tug just the way she liked.
Fireworks exploded in her mind as she came hard for him, feeling him going over the edge with her. Like an ocean the waves of pleasure washed over her again and again, her body shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Had she known his name she’d have screamed it as she rode the wave, instead moaning so long and so loud that the gag could barely contain her. She felt like she might ride the wave forever, the world going hazy around her.
In a daze she felt him slowly withdraw his shaft. His strong hands steadied her as he removed her bindings and his soft tongue soothed the wonderful ache that came to her nipples when he removed the clips. Weakly she reached up to curl her arms around his strong shoulders, feeling like she might float away on a breeze if she didn’t hold onto him. His lips found hers as his hands moved slowly over her body, closing the buttons of her blouse slowly one at a time, but leaving several undone at the top.
His tongue danced with hers once more before he drew away, caressing her hair as he brushed his lips by her ear. “Until next time.” She felt him press something into her hands that she then clasped to her breast, eyes closed and leaning against the bookshelf heavily. When she opened her eyes he was gone.
She felt like she was walking on air as she stepped out of the stacks. She mused that one Amy may have gone in there but a different one had returned. An errant lock of hair fell across her face in a way that seemed to appeal to the man waiting for her to leave so he could lock up, as did the hint of black lace visible in the neckline of her half-open blouse and the display of her ample cleavage. She gave him a smoldering smile as she stepped out into the night, eyeing the little black book in her hands. Her heart fluttered and her smile deepened as she headed home to add a new chapter.