The quaint little library, sheathed in brick and the smell of age and time sat lonely on a street corner. The man tending it was oftentimes the only one there. It was a peaceful job, one that paid well and though he’d had different ambitions in his youth, some pushed upon him and some dreamed from within him, he was happy and at peace. The books were his companions, the library, his home.
A warm summer’s eve threatened to change that, in the year 2024. The man sat at his desk by the front doors, idly flipping the pages in his book. Not a title that graced the shelves of most libraries, but he’d put in a requisition form for them and received them. He considered the fact he never had to pay for his favourite novels a blessing that came with the job.
The bell on his desk abruptly shattered his silence. He startled, fumbling his book onto the desk in front of him. Heart thudding violently, the sight that greeted him didn’t exactly help.
“I’m sorry, did I scare you?”
The soft chuckle of a woman in front of him was his first clue, but raising his eyes from his lost page, he quickly realised that there was a customer in front of him and a stunning one at that, not that he’d ever admit such a thing. Her raven locks cascaded down her back, soft and glistening under the warm lights of the establishment. Her coat was simple but clean, an unobtrusive charcoal.
“Like what you see?” She smirked.
Raising his eyes from her body to her face, he could see a very clear twinkle of amusement in her eyes. Suitably mortified, he began turning a pale shade of crimson, stuttering out an explanation.
“Ah, well um, you see, the book over there it uh, you startled me, yes.” His face became engulfed in an invisible fire as he felt his words slip away.
He felt as though he’d burn to cinders then and there, but at his flustered response she simply gave him a knowing smile, before bending over the desk to pick up his book, giving him quite the eyeful for an almost unreasonable amount of time, before she stood straight again.
“Really? Let’s see, what do we have here?” Her mouth curved in a bemused smile as her eyes danced over the title on the spine of the book.
“The Last Watcher? I seem to recall something about an Empress, and some sort of infatuation involving a bodyguard? Why don’t you get back to reading? I wouldn’t want to interrupt anything, and I’m sure I can find my way around.” She smiled sweetly at him.
Turning away from him she casually made her way to one of the many shelves towards the back of the library and began brushing her fingers over the books, searching for something. Taking her suggestion though, and some time to return to a normal body temperature, the man picked up his book again and started reading from the chapter he’d last reached.
Some time later, he’d slipped back into the embrace of fiction and narrative, unaware of his surroundings, until several manicured nails and long slender fingers gripped the edge of the book.
“Don’t mind me, keep reading. I’ll just be sating my curiosity.” A sweet voice breathing softly in his ear had his heart racing in instants and suddenly, he was very unsure of what the night held for him, or what the woman’s plan was.
Leaning down even further, she delighted in his reactions. The subtle tensing of his shoulders, the shallow breathing and his rosy cheeks that sought to mimic the shade of her lipstick. She found him rather cute, shy as he was. It would make the rest of the night much sweeter for her, she suspected.
He felt the distinct softness of a chest pressing against his shoulder, undoubtedly belonging to the striking, gorgeous woman, and froze, tense as a tripwire as he desperately tried to go back to reading, but found himself unable to ignore the woman at his shoulder, or the weight that was pressing against it.
“Page two-hundred and fifty-four, hmm… I think you’re almost at the end. Would you like to know how things end?” The soft voice and stunning brunette left his mind in limbo for a few seconds before he got out a feeble reply.
“Um, I think I have it. I’m good. I’ll be fine.” Putting the book down carefully, he brought the palm of his hand to his cheek, confirming that he was indeed very warm, and in all likelihood, visibly blushing, which only served to make him sweat a little harder.
She sighed, hopping up on the desk to seat herself inches from him with her legs crossed. “Are you sure about that?” She leaned down again, this time taking the book from his hands with a firm grasp and quoting a passage or two to him, without even sparing him a glance as she did so.
“‘She burned inside, with an uncontrollable lust, needing him on his knees in front of her.’ Well, that sounds like… fun.” Pronouncing the last word with a cheeky smile, she leaned back and began reading to him.
Shocked into inaction, he sat there, letting his eyes wander the length of her legs, captivated by her smooth, thick thighs, unblemished by a single hair. As she read to him savouring the detailed descriptions and savouring even more his obvious discomfort, she stopped, looking down at him and leaning down to let her lips brush his ears softly.
Her breathy voice sent chills through his body, tingles down his arms. “Would you like to read my book?”
Her perfume was intoxicating, the scent of something feminine and yet soft and sexy. It flooded his senses and his mind was overwhelmed with sensory input.
“Well?” She asked, raising herself to her former position perched on his desk as mischief burned in her eyes.
“Uh… I… we’re closing soon, so I uh…” He trailed off, looking at her with eyes wide and expression meek, nodding.
Smirking as his cheeks reddened again, she leaned down to kiss his forehead softly, keenly aware that her cleavage was all but buried in his face.
“That was quite an interesting passage, wasn’t it? Would you like to help me read some more? Everything’s more fun together than alone, don’t you think?” She gave him a peck on the cheek before leaning back on the desk and looking at him expectantly.
He went to part his lips to speak, but nothing came out, so deciding better of it, he closed them, resorting to nodding shyly again.
“Excellent.” She grinned ferally, as happy as a cat with it’s prey.
He felt the hard length in his pants grow harder as her legs parted to reveal nothing under her coat, Nothing at all.
“Don’t be shy. I can’t read to you if you don’t help me, after all.” Smirking as he pushed his chair backwards with abandon and his head smoothly descended between her legs, she wrapped her thighs around his head to make a snug fit. Almost as an afterthought, she patted his head with her free hand, playing with his hair like one would a favourite pet, her other hand holding his book as she began where he had ended.
“Whenever you’re ready, cutie.” Her satisfied expression was one of a predator prowling, but all he could see at that moment was a pink, wet expanse as the flat of his tongue covered the distance eagerly.
The night had been young before she pushed her way through the doors he usually watched over, but now he doubted he’d even notice if the sun rose. Moments passed slowly, as he began painting between her legs with eager, subservient strokes, a tapestry of lust and hunger she had felt before and would again.
Heavy breathing enveloped the silence, taking up the space in the room almost immediately, every trace of silence snuffed out by lust and pleasure, the smell of sex permeating the air as each of them revelled in the sensations, one the eager servant, the other the satisfied mistress.
She began slowly at first, reading each sentence in a shaky voice, words spilling forth with a sharp inhale of breath every few seconds. As she progressed down the page, her breaths became shorter and her thighs became tighter around his neck and throat. The pleasure washed over her, a primal furious heat at first, almost cold with it’s intensity. The chills flashed through her constantly, as she felt the most pleasurable sensation between her legs, the product of an aroused and eager servant lighting her on fire, and making her forget the meaning of speech.
Soon her words were nothing but babbling, sharp, short breaths accompanied by frantic words barely from her mouth before she whimpered and moaned. The desk beneath her coated in a slick moisture and the man in front of her with a dreamy but hungry expression on his face. Writing his thoughts on her open slit, telling her with his tongue what words couldn’t properly; that he was aroused and completely overcome with a need for her taste and her scent, her voice filling the air around them.
Soon enough, the book tumbled from her hands as her legs stretched out, tense and soaking from his ministrations as she grabbed a handful of his hair and shoved his face into her waiting juices as her legs ensured he could do nothing but enjoy her grinding on his face, coating his mouth and those red cheeks of his in her arousal. She screamed, pleasure coursing through her body as she came hard with his face between her legs.
Releasing her grip on him as her orgasm faded, he staggered backwards showing her an obvious present under his pants, she panted and grinned, having obtained her evening entertainment and clearly arousing the shy librarian.
He reached for tissues beside her leg, prompting her to slap his hand away and scold him. “No! You’re not going to touch a thing. I want you to remember this night. Don’t clean up, just… come here.” She hopped off the now sodden and chaotic desk, wrapping her legs around his waist and she plunged her tongue into his mouth, searching for traces of herself in his mouth. Finding them, the sweet taste of herself drove her wild, forcing him to push her back so he could breathe.
Giggling sheepishly, she kissed his nose softly. “Oops. Sorry! I couldn’t help it though, you’re pretty cute, pretty good at following orders too…” She giggled again at the star struck expression on his face.
“This job can’t pay you all that much. Why don’t you come work for me? I promise the benefits are very good.” Grinning cheekily, she waited for the cute little nod, the nervous but excited expression.
Instead, the nervous darting of eyes greeted her, but almost as quickly, she saw his decision made, overriding any doubts he may have had. Looking towards the dimly lit street outside, the night deep and quiet, she glanced back at him and saw a look of pure submission on his face. Smiling as though she’d just found herself the winning lottery ticket, she bridged the gap between them in two strides and gripped his collar tight in her hand. After that, dragging him out from behind the desk and into her car was a simple affair.
“I’m taking you home, you’re mine now!” She laughed. “Any objections?”
There were none, *especially* after he saw the room she had waiting for him.
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