Seven Day Loan

by Tiffany Reisz

  “So you,” she said, meeting his eyes, “are a librarian. What does that make me then? A seven-day loan?”

  Daniel laughed as he set his book aside. He moved toward her and lightly gripped her knees.

  “Seven-day loan…I’m not sure I like the thought of giving you back.” He slid his hands up her thighs and took her by the hips.

  “But what about the overdue fines?” she asked, playfully flashing her eyes at him.

  “I think I can afford them,” he said. Eleanor tried to voice another protest but his mouth was already on hers.

  He kissed her with an urgency she hadn’t felt last night. Last night he’d discovered, taken for his own. This morning she felt the need to have her. It wasn’t about her body as a stand-in for his wife. Eleanor had made him laugh, given him a break, if only momentary, from three years of pain. This time he wasn’t conquering. This time he was just grateful.

  Daniel pulled her from her seat on the desk. She wondered if he would take her on the floor or take her back to his bedroom. Instead he turned her so she stood with her back to his chest. He laid one slow, possessive kiss along the length of her neck before pushing her forward onto the desk.

  Eleanor forced a deep calming breath as Daniel stripped her naked from the waist down. She braced for his entrance, expecting it to be as sudden and fierce as last night’s. But he waited, running his hands over her thighs, across her lower back, slipping a hand between her legs to caress her outer lips until she was so eager for him she stood on her tiptoes in readiness. When he finally penetrated her it was slow and methodical. He gripped the back of her neck as he began thrusting. He didn’t go as deep today as last night either but moved in spirals in and out of her, reaching every corner inside her.

  She moaned quietly, her hot breath steaming a patch of the cool mahogany of the desk under her cheek.

  “You like it from behind,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

  “God, yes,” she confessed without shame.

  “There’s more than one way to enter from behind.”

  “If you think that’s a threat, then you don’t know me very well,” she said, smug even while squirming underneath him.

  “I don’t,” he admitted, slightly breathless, but still in control. “But that will change.”

  As if to prove his point, he pushed down and deep into her, eliciting both a muscle spasm and a sharp gasp.

  She closed her eyes. He increased his pace. When she came she came as quietly as she could but still loud enough for Daniel to hear and laugh just before he let himself come with three final thrusts and a muffled grunt at the back of his throat.

  Eleanor’s breathing slowly settled. She blinked and raised her head. All she saw were thousands of books stacked and shelved and neatly scattered. Daniel was still inside her.

  “God I love a man who reads,” she breathed and laid her head on the desk, spent.

  The sex out of their system—for the moment, at least—Eleanor and Daniel made diligent progress on his library. Daniel sorted, reclassified while Eleanor dusted the bookcases in question and reshelved the newly Deweyed books in proper order.

  Sometimes they talked as they worked: Eleanor learned about Daniel’s childhood in Canada, the source of his imperviousness to New England winters, and Eleanor confessed her frustration with her lack of ambition. She wanted, in theory, to do more than work in a bookstore but was so happy, most of the time, with him that she couldn’t bring herself to make any sort of profound change.

  “Contentment can be the enemy,” Daniel agreed and he sounded like he knew what he was talking about. “But don’t worry. Life, death, or an act of God will eventually intervene. Enjoy the contentment while it lasts. It won’t last forever.”

  Eleanor shivered at the bitter truth of his words.

  “You’ve been content to be alone for three years. So am I the life, death, or act of God sent to shake things up?”

  “You,” he said, “are a force of nature.” He slapped her bottom and ordered her back to work.

  They worked mostly in silence, companionable silence after that, speaking only about the books and how they should best be arranged. During a back-stretching break, Eleanor wandered into the corner of a windowless alcove. Two dozen or more cardboard boxes were neatly stacked.

  “What are these?” she called out to Daniel.

  “Discards,” he said, coming to her corner. “Maggie’s old law books. There’s a business college with a paralegal program in town. I was going to donate the books to their little law library.”

  “Going to?”

  “Well, I still am. I just haven’t quite…”

  Eleanor gave him a flat, steady stare.

  “How long have these been sitting here in those boxes?”

  “A year, I suppose.”

  Eleanor continued to gaze blankly at him.

  “You do recall I am the dominant in this particular relationship, yes?”

  Eleanor wasn’t intimidated. “Then act like it.”

  “I will.” At that, Daniel scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her squirming self back to the case they’d been working on. “Back. To. Work,” he ordered as he put her down, gently but firmly, on her feet.

  “Yes, sir.” She turned and climbed nimbly up the library ladder.

  “Eleanor,” Daniel said, after a few minutes of actual work had passed.

  “Yes, sir?”

  “I’ll call the college tomorrow.”

  Eleanor smiled a smile only the shelves could see.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Eleanor groaned in unconcealed ecstasy.

  “My god…this is so good….”

  “I know,” Daniel replied, taking another bite for good measure. “I have a neighbor, an older lady on the property adjacent mine. She made this.”

  Eleanor licked her fork and dove into the lasagna yet again. “God bless her. Did you go get this while I was in the shower?”

  Daniel’s eyes flashed at her innocent question. After an entire day of dusty library work, Eleanor had spent a solid hour showering and changing into her nightclothes, and when she emerged Daniel had dinner waiting for them.

  “No.” His voice was even. Whatever she’d seen had come and gone. “Her husband brought it by. He does some of my property maintenance. And he brought more firewood.” He took another log and threw it on the warm orange fire. The wood crackled and sizzled; Eleanor breathed in the raw smoke with pleasure. She was silent for a long moment. When she was sure Daniel was watching her she said, “I was thinking.”

  “Always a dangerous pursuit.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “What were you thinking about?” Daniel asked, a wary note in his voice.

  “Why am I here? Really? I mean, you seem okay. Sad still. Very sad. But hardly a desperate case. What am I doing here?”

  “You don’t know?”

  “No. I mean he,” she still wouldn’t say the name of her love who’d abandoned her here, even if she was enjoying herself far more than she wanted to admit. “He said I’d be good company for you, that I’d help you get back out into the world. But like I said, you don’t seem like you need that much help.”

  “Back out into the world? Quite a way with words that one has. Only he could tell the absolute truth and still keep everything a secret.”

  “So what’s the truth? And what’s the secret?”

  “Back out in the world…” Daniel said again. “It’s a cliché. Somebody gets divorced or dumped, widowed. And after awhile it’s time to get back out there. Date again, make new friends, find someone new. It’s figurative, not literal. But me…”

  She knew the secret before he could tell her.

  “Daniel? How long has it been since you left the house?”

  “Oh, I leave the house all the time. But I have eight acres and—”

  “When?”

  “My wife died three years, five months, and eleven days ago. So it’s been…”

/>   “Three years, five months and eleven—”

  “Nine days. I made it to the funeral. I was on the human equivalent of a horse tranquilizer but I made it.”

  Eleanor shook her head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. But how? Over three years?”

  “Maggie left me a wealthy man. Money, good neighbors, and the internet is all you really need. They’ve been my wardens, my guards on the tower. A pleasant prison,” he said, glancing around at the exquisitely furnished living room they lounged in. “No bars necessary. I suppose our mutual friend was hoping a week with you would give me a taste of what I was missing.”

  Eleanor snorted in derision. “He’s not that altruistic. Not when it comes to me. He thinks you’ll fuck me until you fall for me. Hook, line and sinker and then when I go, you’ll follow.”

  “I’ve grieved in this jailhouse every day for three years and he thinks I’ll be in love with you in a week?”

  Eleanor shrugged and looked away from his face and into the fire. She started when she felt Daniel's fingers slide under her hair and touch the nape of her neck.

  “I don’t know,” Daniel said. “Maybe he’s right.”

  He bent in and kissed the sensitive spot below her ear, misdirecting her attention as he took her plate of lasagna from her and set it aside.

  “But I wasn’t done,” she pouted, no longer hungry for anything but him.

  “Yes, you were.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Lay down on your back.”

  “Very yes, sir.”

  Daniel smiled down at her once she’d positioned herself on the plush rug by the fireplace.

  “You could at least pretend to be intimidated.”

  “No offense but I’ve had scarier gym teachers than you. And remember who I belong to,” she said, not really wanting to remember at just that moment. “He makes you look like a floppy-eared fluffy baby bunny.”

  “Ouch. Not even an adult rabbit but a baby bunny.”

  “Yup.” She reached up and grazed his cheek. He really was unnecessarily handsome.

  “That bad, is he?”

  Eleanor shook her head. “That good.”

  Daniel laughed. “I keep forgetting who I’m dealing with. The Queen of Kink.”

  “I’m a trained submissive. More like King’s Consort. I’m not worthy to hold actual rank,” she said with a wink.

  “Well, I’m honored to consort with you.”

  Eleanor gave him her best wicked grin. “Then consort with me already.”

  Daniel grinned back. “Yes, ma’am.” He looked her up and down and something changed in his eyes like he suddenly had a very good idea.

  “Where are you going?” Eleanor asked when Daniel stood and moved to leave.

  “To get supplies. Stay.”

  Eleanor stayed flat on her back in front of the fireplace. She closed her eyes and wondered what sordid things Daniel did to his wife on this rug. She opened her eyes and saw Daniel standing over her. He sat a tube of lubricant and a towel on the floor by her hip. Deliberately he began to roll up the right sleeve of his shirt.

  Eleanor didn’t have to wonder anymore.

  “You’ve got to be kidding,” she said, her heart racing.

  “Does it look like I’m kidding?” Daniel dropped to his knees. He eased her pajama pants down her legs and tossed them aside. With a flourish he unfurled the towel and slid it under her hips.

  “Surely he’s done this to you before,” Daniel said.

  “He has…on special occasions.”

  Daniel pried her knees apart. “Consider this a special occasion. Now are you intimidated?”

  Eleanor took a deep breath. “Yeah. Happy?”

  “Very.”

  She took another breath and stared blankly at the ceiling. She flinched at Daniel’s first touch. “Sorry. That stuff is cold.”

  “I know. But it’s necessary. Just relax.”

  “The guy always says relax. Would you be relaxed if someone were about to stick their whole hand in you?”

  “I can’t say I would be relaxed, but I’m quite certain I wouldn’t be argumentative.”

  “Point taken.”

  Daniel stopped touching her. “Close your eyes,” he ordered softly. “Just breathe in and out. Tell me if anything hurts.”

  She nodded but didn’t answer. She began to breathe slowly—in…then out, in…then out. She could do this, had done this. If she was being honest she’d even admit that she loved this.

  Daniel’s fingers returned to her. He pressed her outer lips apart with his left hand while he pushed two fingers from his right hand deep inside her. Eleanor kept breathing. She’d learned the secret. She knew she couldn’t allow herself to become too aroused. The vaginal muscles tightened when aroused. She had to stay calm, empty herself, let him completely in, push nothing but fear out. The perfect passive act for a true submissive.

  Inside her Daniel made slow spirals with his hand…spiraling outward pressing against her inner walls, opening her until three then four fingers were inside her.

  “Are you okay?” Daniel asked, gentle concern in his voice.

  “Very okay.”

  “Are you ready?” She didn’t have to ask him ready for what….

  “Yes.”

  If the four fingers filled her, it was nothing compared to the sensation of his whole hand, his whole fist inside her. Her calm broke for a moment and she gasped at how he now filled her. She spread her thighs wider, pressed hard into his hand. She felt her own fluid cool and slick on her thighs.

  Daniel barely moved. He didn’t need to. Eleanor writhed around his hand, her body torn between the twin needs to push him out or pull him in deeper and deeper.

  She leaned up and gripped her own knees. For the first time she looked down and saw Daniel’s wrist deep inside her. She collapsed on her back, lifted her hips and orgasmed so fiercely even Daniel gasped.

  As she panted, he pulled gingerly out of her. He used the corner of the towel underneath her to dry his hand. He rolled her onto her stomach, Eleanor limp as a rag doll. She felt the cold liquid on her again, this time inside her ass. Then it was Daniel inside her thrusting hungrily. She was too tired to enjoy it. She merely waited patiently underneath him as he used her for his own pleasure and spent himself inside her once and then again when once proved inadequate to sate his appetite for her.

  Finally they lay naked, near each other, sore and tired and smiling.

  “I was thinking,” Eleanor said turning to drape herself over Daniel’s chest.

  “Always a dangerous pursuit…what were you thinking?”

  “Your wife. I know she died of cancer but still—”

  “Still what?”

  “I kind of envy her.”

  Eleanor spent the next three days in a haze of sex and books and happiness. There was no room of the house they did not christen; there was nothing they were afraid or unwilling to do to each other. The fog grew so thick that Eleanor had to keep reminding herself what day it was and how long she’d been there. Arrived on Saturday, today was Wednesday, leave on Friday…leave on Friday.

  Wednesday night Daniel came for her and brought her back to his bedroom. He stripped her naked and left her standing by the bedpost. She relaxed and breathed knowing exactly what was coming.

  “Tell me your safe word, Eleanor,” Daniel commanded as he yanked her arms behind her back, bent her over the bed, and put bondage cuffs on each wrist.

  “Doesn’t matter,” she said. “Do your worst. You won’t hear it.”

  “Arrogant, aren’t we?”

  “Not arrogant at all,” she countered. “Just very well-trained, sir.”

  He pulled her up to her feet and chained her arms high over her head to the bedpost. The first blows of the flogger landed on her back softly. Daniel was well-trained too. A long hard beating was always prefaced by a gentle one to desensitize the skin. Breathing in and out slowly and letting the pain wash over her as she’d been trained to do. The pressure
intensified, the pain grew. Daniel paused only long enough to penetrate her from behind with short hard thrusts. He came on her thighs, pulled roughly out of her, picked up the flogger, and beat her again.

  An hour later he finally released her and let her fall to the floor. He was everywhere with vicious hands and probing fingers. He bit at her neck and breasts and thrust until she nearly cried from the mix of pleasure and pain. She felt Daniel coming more and more back to life every time he took her. Pushing her onto her stomach, he forced himself into her again. Her thighs were wet as his fluid mingled with hers. Her back burned with welts. Underneath him, pinned to the floor, a part of her wanted to stay there forever.

  An hour…three hours later…she lost track of time. She forgot her name, forgot where she was…and most dangerously forgot momentarily who she belonged to. Bucking her hips hard into Daniel’s, Eleanor came so hard he gasped from the intensity of the muscle contractions that gripped him like a hand. When Daniel came, it was with a force that tore into her stomach and sent her calling out his name. For a long time after they lay tangled together, Daniel still inside her.

  She lay in his arms and tried not to say what she knew needed said.

  “I leave Friday morning.” It wasn’t a reminder or a taunt. She just had to say it to remember it was true.

  “Friday,” Daniel said, leaning over her to blow out the two candles that burned on the bedside table. A clear signal that it was time for sleep. “Still time.”

  Daniel eased into the covers and pulled Eleanor close to him.

  “Time for what?” she asked, already half asleep.

  “Time to change your mind.”

  Daniel and Eleanor spent the next morning finishing his library. All the books had been recoded and properly shelved. The work progressed quickly as, for once, Eleanor toiled in silence. She couldn’t get Daniel’s words out of her mind. He wanted her to stay with him…here in his exquisite prison. It was unthinkable. She belonged to someone else, belonged to him like her heart belonged to her chest. She would no more leave him than she would amputate her own arm. Unthinkable…and yet, she was thinking about it.