Dominated by the Librarian #2: ‘Surrender to Please Her’ (male submission erotica)

by Tara Jones

  She looked at me over her black glasses.

  “No?” she said. “Are you sure? Because I don’t like it when people lie...”

  I hesitated. “Perhaps I’m slightly... ah, reserved I suppose?” I admitted at last.

  “Very good,” she said and leaned over by the counter and reached for a set of switches. I could easily see her bra through her white blouse when she stretched to reach the switches. The lights in the ceiling went out and only the weak light from the reading lamps lit up the large room.

  “Thank you,” I said automatically and I saw her eyes glitter in the dim light in response.

  “You are fast learner,” she more or less purred. “Come here,” she ordered and I stepped closer, my erection almost touching the hem of her skirt. I gasped as she moved slightly so that the tip of my erection lightly touched the inside of her soft thigh, letting it rub against her.

  I wanted nothing else than to kiss her and spread those curvy legs of her wide.

  “Now...” she whispered with a small smile. “Get down on your knees.”

  I hesitated for only a second, unwilling to break the contact between the moist tip of my erection that glided against her thigh, but with a groan of disappointed, I did what she told me to do.

  I and sank down on my knees in front of her.

  “Take off my shoes,” she said softly.

  She wore dark brown high heels. They had curved heels like an hourglass, were made of soft leather and slipped off her feet easily. Her feet were kind of cute because they were so small, with the tiniest of toes.

  “Tights, next,” she whispered while she removed her glasses and placed them on the counter next to her. I noticed that she had taken of that horrible tweed jackets and that she was undoing a couple of buttons on her blouse, which exposed her generous cleavage and the laced edge of a white bra.

  The tights were trickier to take off. My fingers were clumsy as I was getting more and more turned on and I think I tore the sheer, silky material.

  I was also gradually getting almost uncomfortable hard as I wondered what she would want me to do when she was fully undressed.

  She had unbuttoned her blouse completely and pulled down one of the straps of her white bra and I saw her slowly cup one of her breast, rubbing the nipple with her thumb.

  “...And my underwear,” she ordered, slightly breathlessly.

  Clearly I wasn’t the only one getting turned on and the sight of her so shamelessly excited was slowly driving me rather mad with desire too.

  She lifted up her checkered skirt and lifted her bottom so that I could pull down her white knickers around the ankles before I carelessly threw them aside.

  “Come here” she said slowly and her fingers ran thought my hair and she buried her hands in my hair and guided me in between her legs. “Please me,” she whispered.

  It wasn’t a question, it was an order and there were absolutely no room for discussions.

  I can’t say that I normally cared much for oral sex. Or, well, to be honest: I never really cared for giving oral sex to my girlfriends or temporary sexual partners. Sure, I enjoyed receiving blow jobs of course, but I rarely reciprocated. I found it time consuming and it never really gave me any direct pleasure.

  Or, so I thought. But that was before I found myself naked and on my bare knees in front of this sensual, beautiful woman, who clearly, despite her prim tweed jacket and innocent glasses, had a slightly feral and dominant streak.

  I heard her sigh and she leaned backwards as I let my hands slowly glide along her legs and follow her ankles, over her knees. I spread my fingers wider when I reached her soft thighs and I felt her run her fingers through my hair, tousling it as she moaned quietly and moved closer towards me.

  Before I tasted her, I stroke her lightly with the tip of my fingers. She was already moist and excited and her lips parted easily for me as she moaned quietly. She seemed to be pretty turned on, but from what I read in some Men’s magazine ages ago, almost all girls preferred a gentle and slow approach, unless you didn’t want to have a second date, so I took my time. I stroke her softly and teasingly at the sides of her lips, while only brushing my fingertips over her hooded clitoris that was gradually getting more and more exposed as I noticed that she got more and more excited and I heard her breathing becoming satisfyingly unsteady.

  To prolong the moment and because I couldn’t resist, I reached down and stroked myself up and down a couple of times. I had hoped that touching myself briefly would take away the worst of my cravings, but unfortunately it only served to make me even more turned on together with the sight of her pinching one of her pink stiff nipples in between her fingers. I had to stifle the urge to increase the grip around my erection, since I didn’t want to create a mess on the carpet and instead I refocused my attention to her.

  As I went back to my task, she was clearly getting more and more excited until she slung one curvy leg around my neck, pressing my head closer towards her. I could smell her excitement and the fragrance and her moans were slowly driving me to a completely new level of desire for her. She leaned backwards fully on the counter and pulled my hair, urging me on.

  I felt rather pleased with myself that I had her on her back, moaning and wriggling slightly under my touch and I needed no more encouraging. Softly I brushed my lips against her again, letting my warm breath flow over her before I gently licked her in long and slow movements. I felt her grip tightened as her body tensed and she moved her hips against me, desperate now.

  “Yes, yes,” I heard her moan, which really was all I needed to know. She was oh so ready. I didn’t hesitate anymore and finally I let my tongue flick over her most sensitive spot, and in response I felt her nails dug into my shoulders as she pressed herself against me. It should have hurt, but I was all too caught up with focusing on her pleasure. A new set of claw marks on my back was the last thing I could care about. Then and there, all I cared about was my goal of pleasing her and making her come.

  I let one arm glide around her hips and while I continued to tease her and keep her on the edge, alternating between licking slow and lavishly along her the side of her lips and playing teasingly with her clitoris with my tongue, until I gently let one of my fingers touch her to see if she wanted me to proceed further.

  He breathing became more and more uneven and I felt the muscles under her sensual leg that she had around my neck tense and she arched her back. She was getting very close to come and when I looked up I saw that she had closed her eyes and was rubbing her breasts while she rocked her hips towards me.

  It was easily one of the most sexiest things I had ever seen and slowly I let one of my fingers glide inside of her, while I wished that she would allow me to enter her and burry myself all the way to the shaft inside of her, before I succumbed to reaching down between my legs and end this delicious form of torture. She arched her back further in response to my touch and moaned while I moved my hand rhythmically. She was warm and tight inside. I felt her grow even more moist and increased the pace, while I licked her at the same time.

  “Two fingers,” she moaned in an unsteady voice.

  I immediately obeyed and let a second fingers slide inside her.

  It was apparently the last push she needed, because she came almost immediately. She screamed out, pushing her hips against me while she pressed my head firmly against her firmly. I felt her squeeze herself around my fingers, tightly the first time and the gradually with lesser intensity, while I continued to slowly lick her and felt her shudder a couple of times.

  She opened her eyes and gave me a lazy, curved smile, which I had come to like.

  “Well done,” she said and played with a strand of my hair between her fingers. “Now, fuck me.”

  She didn’t have to ask me twice.

  I desperately tore at the rest of her clothes and buried my face in between her large rounded breast, kissing those wonderful nipples. I grabbed her thighs firmly and pressed myself against her, before I reached down
to guide myself inside of her.

  She was so wet and ready and met my desperate trusts with her own hip movements as she crossed her curvy ankles behind my back, her red hair spread out around her. I tried to hold back, but to be perfectly honest, I was so incredibly turned on, it was almost impossible to last.

  “Harder,” she panted and with a half-strangled groan I shoved myself against her and I bit my lower lip hard until I taste a tang of blood and felt her nails dig in to my back and heard her cry out as she came a second time.

  Only then did I allow myself to let go and I push a last couple of times hard against her and I came with a mixed sense of the highest level of pleasure and desire laced with almost frantic desperation.

  I more or less collapsed on top of her, sweat and breathlessly, while I mumbled incoherently in her ear, some sort of appreciation, I think, but I’m not sure. My mind was shell-shocked with pleasure and not even a couple of minutes later when she laughed at me and struggled to be free from underneath me, did I recover. I simply lay there, like a drugged animal, high on endorphins.

  “Are you going to lie there the rest of the night?” she asked, with a small amused smile playing on her lips after a while.

  She had already dressed and was putting her hair up in a one of those causal twists that girls with long hair could do in one of those incredibly fluid motion that made it looks easy. The gesture was both impressive in itself and also oddly erotic, although I knew that I was nowhere near being able to have sex again.

  “Yeah, I suppose,” I mumbled and rose slowly. I felt sore and my body groaned in protest.

  At least my clothes aren’t spread all over the bloody floor this time, I thought sheepishly as I started to dress, in what felt like a haphazard manner.

  She was standing in front of the window, waiting for me, so I hurriedly tried to dress as quickly as possible. I felt like a naughty teenager, having sex outside the bedroom with a girl who I didn’t even know what her name was. My mother would clearly not have been pleased.

  On the other hand: if this is the result of returning overdue books to the library, I will borrow heaps of books and never return them on time again. Ever. I thought to myself with a smile, but my thoughts were interrupted.

  “Would... would you mind following me to my car?” she asked, turning around from the window. I though her voice suddenly sounded a little bit unsure, but it could have been my dazed imagination.

  “Sure,” I said and ran my fingers through my tousled hair and wondered slightly if I had the same hairstyle as Edward Scissorhands. It definitively felt like that any way.

  “So, can I ask you something?” I said as we stepped through the automatic doors of the library out in the cold autumn weather outside.

  “Yes,” she answered, slightly distracted, while she was going through her handbag. She had a small rounded handbag and a knee-length white cream-coloured coat that looked like it was tailored around her body. Other women probably hated her on sight, I concluded.

  There were so many questions I wanted to ask. How old are you? Where do you live? Are you from Cornwall, because it sounds like you’ve a slightly posh accent? Not to mention questions like: Would you like to have dinner with me someday? And more dangerous questions such as: Do you always force your boyfriend to obey you?

  But instead I settled for the safe questions and asked a question that had been nagging me for the last couple of weeks.

  “What’s your name?” I said and felt slightly stupid.

  “Eleanor,” she said and smiled at me. She hesitated slightly before she added, “Eleanor Marston.

  Eleanor? I thought. Yes, I could see how that name could fit her, although it was a somewhat upper class name it was also a classic and slightly old-fashionable name that suited her well.

  We left the library and she made sure the worn double doors closed behind her properly and punched in an alarm code on a display next to the doors.

  I didn’t really know what to say as we walked along the footpath to the car park, but I felt a little bit proud and manly that she wanted me to follow her to her car.

  I liked the idea that I could protect her and although she had proven that she was more than able to handle herself pretty well, she was after all rather short and a woman, reaching only to my shoulder.

  “Sometimes there are teenager gangs hanging around here in the park,” I said just to have something to say.

  “Yes,” she replied. “I know.”

  “I don’t think they are chavs or anything, but it’s unnecessary to take any risks,” I added, unable to stop myself from pointing out how chivalrous I could be who made sure she got safe and sound to her car.

  “Yes, I suppose,” she said vaguely in a tone that made me slightly worried.

  Either she had changed her mind about us having... well some sort of sexual relationship, if you could call it that when you’ve only met twice. Or there was something else. She scanned the parking lot careful before she walked forward and I noticed that she had something that looks distressingly similar to a small can of protective pepper spray in her hand.

  “Right,” I said and took a couple of steps away from her, raising my hands in the air. Getting pinned down on the floor and then ravished was one thing, getting my eyes sprayed with teargas or whatever it was she was holding at a cold parking lot was something else. “I’m not going to do anything, you know... creepy. Just so that you know.”

  She looked at me and then saw that I was looking at the can in her hand.

  “Oh,” she said and smiled. “Sorry. It’s just I thought I saw...”

  “Saw what?”

  “No, it was nothing. Just my imagination.”

  “So you’re not going to spray me with teargas then for returning the library book too late?” I said with a crooked smile and stepped closer towards her again.

  “No,” she replied and I was pleased to see the edges of her lips curve upward.

  “So, I am forgiven, then? For returning the book too late?” I whispered huskily and stepped even closer to her, hoping that she would kiss me.

  She looked up at me, her brows furrowed in the cutest way.

  “Of course not,” she said with a slightly confused and amused expression crossed her face.

  “No?”

  “This is just the beginning, silly,” she said and tilted her head to one side. “Next time I’ll see you I’ve to punish you for returning the book to late.”

  “Punish me?” I said, slightly bewildered.

  “Yes,” she patted my cheek in almost a tender gesture. She retrieved an elegant fountain pen from her handbag and a piece of paper together with her car keys.

  For a moment she sucked on the end of the pen thoughtfully, a gesture that although I’d never be able to have sex with her right now, it still made me stir and stiffening slightly.

  “Ah, yes,” she said and wrote down a couple of words on the paper. “There is a shop in Camden where you’ll find what you need, I’ve written down the address and the... items I want you to buy.”

  Items? Shop? What kind of shop? My thoughts were spinning as she reached up and standing on tiptoe she kissed my cheek lightly.

  “I’ll meet you here next Thursday,” she said softly before she walked away. The sound of a car alarm being turned off was followed by the blinking of the head lights of the cream-coloured Porsche that I’d noticed earlier and I saw her step in the car.

  She waved almost girlishly as she drove pass me.

  Apparently the salary for being an employed librarian is higher than I thought, I pondered vaguely before I hesitantly unfolded the note.

  I bit my lips slowly as I read the elegant, flowery handwriting.

  Right, I thought.

  And I stood there in the cold autumn night a long time after her car had left the parking lot, unable to decide if I was looking forward to the next Thursday or not, and why I was feeling so incredibly both nervous and excited. I threw a last glance on the note, before I fol
ded it and carefully put it in my pocket.

  Probably a little bit of both, I decided.

  The End

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  xxx / Tara Jones

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