A follow on from <[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/unavl7/kara_is_screwedpart_1_mf_voyeurism_voyeur_gets/)> feel free to read for all the saucy details (and context)
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From Part 1:
*“Wait” Kara barely whispers.*
*“I need to hear you say it” responds Sean immediately.*
*“I-I want this. F-fuck me.”*
*Sean wordlessly smirks, waiting.*
*Kara swallows once more and thinks to herself what the hell am I doing?*
*”Please” she utters.*
*“Hmm…Well because you asked so nicely” Sean smiled sweetly and then looks serious “turn around.”*
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Kara’s heart is a jack hammer in her chest as she turns around to face the wall. She closes her eyes and almost subconsciously moves her legs a little wider apart. Her sweaty palms are pressed against the cool concrete, her nose millimeters from the wall. What the hell did she just do? What had she just consented to? Was Sean about to wantonly ravage her against this wall? Despite her nervousness, a small smile of anticipation plays at Kara’s lips.
Sean hadn’t moved. In fact, he hadn’t said a word.
Was this just a cruel prank? Kara wonders. She begins to turn her head in annoyance.
“Don’t move!” barks Sean “Head forward, and move your arms up.”
Kara flinches at the sudden command.
“Now. You won’t like it if I have to ask again.” Sean’s voice isn’t loud. Actually, it’s soft and velvety. He was almost whispering but there was an undercurrent of edge to it.
Kara obeys and slides her hands up the wall so they are just above the level of her head. Sean steps in close. Kara can feel the heat from his body on hers but they are not yet touching.
“You do what I say, when I say, or this is over. Do I make myself clear?”
Kara nods against the wall.
“Good.”
Kara feels Sean’s hands slide up the backs of her thighs and then forward to the fly on her jeans. In one smooth motion, her jeans are unzipped and at her ankles. Kara had never had sex this way before. Prior to this the boys she had been with were clumsy fools, everything had been entirely vanilla. *Too* vanilla. Kara is shaken from this thought by Sean’s hand at the upper hem of her panties. Softly, lazily his index finger is toying with the little red bow at the top. Kara readies herself. But abruptly Sean’s hands begin moving upward. Kara can’t help but sigh in frustration.
“An eager beaver, aren’t we Kara Chalmers?” Sean smiles.
Tantalizingly slowly Sean slides his large, rough hands up under Kara’s shirt, under her lace bra and cups her breasts. His fingers start teasing her already hard nipples while he grinds against Kara from behind. Kara begins to moan softly. Sean stops.
“W-what?” stutters Kara
“Patience.” is his response.
Sean works his hands down to the hem of Kara’s shirt and pulls it up over her face and arms. Thinking he’s trying to undress her, Kara goes to help.
“No, no. I’m leaving it here” says Sean.
The shirt is stuck tightly over Kara’s face and binds her hands together above her head. Sean moves quickly to her bra, unclasps it and resumes working on Kara’s breasts.
“I like you like this,” Sean says “Hot, bothered and trussed up.”
Kara blushes deeply. She isa feminist, should she really be letting a man – a man like *Sean* treat her like this? But goddamn it felt so good. Sean was totally in control.
Sean wastes no more time and moves one hand down beneath her panties and starts playing with Kara’s throbbing clit. Kara gasps with the sudden stimulation. He increases speed and as he does the pressure builds within Kara. Fuck it felt amazing. With every flick of Sean’s wrist she feels like she is coming closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, it’s all she can bear. Kara surrenders to the orgasm as it flows from her core like a wave to her extremities. She feels her knees about to give way.
“I’ve got you.” Sean smirks. He holds her up against the wall and gently rubs her clit.
Kara exhales and smiles blissfully. Damn that was so hot. Having regained control of her body, she straightens up.
“Oh, we’re not done yet.” Sean teases.
In a quick action Sean removes the shirt covering Kara’s face and throws it to a corner.
“Now get down on all fours.” He commands.
“H-here?” Kara questions nervously looking down at the drab library carpet.
“Yes.”
Still somewhat still in a daze from the first orgasm, Kara obeys and gets down on all fours in front of Sean. He steps behind her, kneels down and she hears his zipper come down. Sean curls his body over Kara’s and enters her from behind with long, slow thrusts. Kara, sweating, takes the length of him. He’s huge but she’s so wet so it feels amazing. Sean’s hands find Kara’s breasts again as he deepens his thrusts and increases in speed. She feels that familiar pressure in her core start to build again. Sean pauses and immediately the pressure starts to fade.
“What, no!” pleads Kara.
“I really am going to need to teach you some patience Ms Chalmers,” admonishes Sean “straighten up and give me your hands.” Kara does what she’s told. “Now lean forward, turn your head and put your left cheek on the ground.” Again Kara follows Sean’s order. She’s on her knees, ass up, arms behind her back and left cheek on the ground.
“Good.”
Sean resumes thrusting, even deeper and faster this time. The pressure builds like never before. Kara feels on the edge. It’s going to happen. She can just feel it will be even bigger that the last time. She’s-. Sean stops again. What the hell?! The pressure which was building to new heights begins to fade again. Fighting back angry tears, Kara is about to protest.
“I don’t want hear it,” scolds Sean “Stand up, follow me. Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet.”
Like a petulant child Kara follows Sean into the main area of the library. There are large desks designed for team projects and it is much better lit under the library’s stark florescent lights.
“Well?” demands Kara, crossing her arms over her bare chest.
“Bend over the desk, let’s finish this.”
Rolling her eyes, Kara goes to bend over the desk nearest to her.
“No, not that one. This one.” Sean points at a desk to the left.
Wait what. Kara realises he’s pointing to the desk that he just fucked Monique on a few moments ago. It was still slightly glistening from their perspiration and got knows what else.
“Well go on.” Sean smirks “Unless you’ve had enough.”
Kara had most definitely not had enough. Her pussy was practically aching with longing. She knew Sean knew that. Reluctantly and blushing furiously, Kara goes to the exact spot where Monique had been and bends over the desk. Her torso and breasts are pressed flat against the desk.
Sean slowly walks behind her. He kicks her legs slightly wider apart, gives her a firm smack on the ass and resumes thrusting. Kara smiles despite herself. Fuck, this feels incredible. She feels the pressure begin to build, somehow even higher that before. She realizes that as humiliated as she feels a small part of her likes playing submissive to Sean. The thought is broken by another firm smack to her ass. All it does is increase the pressure in her core. Kara feels like she’s going to explode. Suddenly Sean raises her chest up off the desk, she’s almost standing upright now. He snakes one hand up and around her neck as he continues to fuck her harder. Kara’s eyes widen.
“Who owns you?’ Sean whispers into her ear.
“W-wha” Kara can barely talk, the incoming orgasm is building, she is as primal as a dog in heat.
Sean’s grip around her neck tightens imperceptibly.
“I said, who owns you?”
Kara’s mind goes blank. She is a smart, successful student. She had to work very hard to get where she was today. She wasn’t owned by any man. Kara’s mouth opens to angrily reply when she feels Sean begin to slow his thrusting. Immediately the impending orgasm begins to fade. Kara panics, tries to squirm but Sean has her firmly in his grasp. She can see him out of the corner of her eye. Smirking. Fucking smirking. She realizes she has no choice but to submit.
“Y-you do” gasps Kara finally.
“What was that?”
“You do. Please. You own me.”
Sean smiles and wordlessly ups the intensity. He moves his spare hand down and rubs firmly on Kara’s clit whilst taking her deep from behind with his other hand still around her neck. Suddenly the pressure in Kara builds, white light flashes over her vision, every muscle in her body tenses and releases as the orgasm flows through her. Every part of Kara is tingling. Sean takes his hand off her neck, smacks her ass. Kara is barely able to register it. She feels like she is floating.
She feels a wetness on her back and hears Sean say “Not bad. Leave now.”
She turns to look back at him, but he has already zipped up his jeans and is walking out of the library.
Kara turns back to face the desk and exhales. She doesn’t feel like she has full control of her body yet. After a beat, she slowly gets dressed and leaves.
As she lays in bed in her dorm, her mind runs through a play by play of what transpired. All she knows is that that can’t be the last time she sleeps with Sean.
To be continued…
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