by Tara Jones
“Like this?” I mumbled, my lips seeking hers.
“Yes,” she answered breathlessly and I felt her body move against me, matching my rhythm.
“Please, let me come,” I begged at last unable to hold back anymore. “Please.”
I think it was the last comment that really pushed her over.
“Yes,” she moaned and closed her eyes. Her last word was almost a whisper. “Come.”
She sank her nails into my shoulder and screamed with pleasure while I thrust harder against her, pressing her back firmly against the frosted glass.
I felt the muscles under her thighs around my waist tense and I came instantly, trusting against her almost in desperation a couple of final times, until I felt her tightening inside.
For a short second all I could concentrating on was not to pass out before I slowly sank to the floor pressing her soft body close, so close to me.
“You still owe me an explanation,” I said later when we had gone to bed.
For some reason, although we already had had mind-blowing sex, it felt oddly intimately to lay next to her in her large bed. She had an old-fashion looking iron-wrought bed with hideous bed sheets with small pink flowers that reminded slightly of Laura Ashley design. Which it could be, for all that I knew, since I wasn’t an expert on bedding or sheets brands.
“I most certainly do not,” Eleanor mumbled drowsily and curled up next to me. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer.
“I think you do. I saved your life, remember,” I said softly.
“Mmm. Well yes, I guess you did that,” she said sleepily.
“Those men... that tried to run you over with their car,” I said.
“Mmm.”
I wondered if she really was as tired as she sounded or if she pretended to avoid the question.
“I’ve a feeling that they didn’t really caught you by surprise,” I said neutrally and added, “You reacted very quickly...”
“Maybe,” she mumbled and was quite for a while. “I’ll explain it tomorrow.”
“Good.” I kissed her forehead.
“Oh, and Peter?
“Yes?”
“Remind me to punish you tomorrow for returning your library book too late,” she mumbled before she fell asleep.
Her last comment suddenly made me wide awake and it took quite a long time for me to go to sleep. I lay awake for a long time, watching the brightly lit Tower Bridge and London’s skyline, wondering how on earth I had managed to end up in a luxury apartment with a mysterious redheaded librarian sleeping on my arm.
The End
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Read the other stories in the “Dominated by the Librarian” series!
‘Surrender to your Desire’
Part #1 in the “Dominated by the Librarian” series
‘Surrender to Please Her’
Part #2 in the “Dominated by the Librarian” series
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Please note: This is an erotic fantasy story.
If you want to try BDSM with your sweetheart or your hot one-night-stand, remember the golden rule of CTC (consent, trust, and communication). Don’t forget to establish a “safe word”, protect yourself, and have fun!
xxx / Tara Jones
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