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

“So,” she said and paused. She arched a perfect eyebrow slightly, before she continued, “Are you here to return a book to me?”

“I am,” I said, the comment about drinks after work died on my lips as she locked eyes with me. My throat went dry. Without breaking eye contact I slowly put down the Swedish thriller on the counter in between us, next to a pile of returned books.

She had almost sparkling blue eyes. You would assume that she would have green eyes and freckles to go with the burning red hair, but she had intensively blue eyes that looked slightly Scandinavian and perfectly flawless pale skin. It looked like she never had spent a
day by a beach hut in her entire life and she had the kind of skin tone that never would allow here to spend a holiday in Thailand.

“I see,” she said slowly and reached for the scanner with her small, delicate hand that was
–
I knew that from my own experience
–
much stronger than it looked.

She wore was elegant pearl necklace and a small golden watch, but she didn’t wear an engagement or wedding ring, I noticed with a small sigh of relief. I had forgotten to pay attention to that last time. Well, to be honest I’d been able to think straight at all last time, but still. It’s always nice to know if there’s a risk of get beaten up by an enraged spouse or not. And I liked that she was single, I realized with a small and strange feeling of possessiveness that I’ve no idea where it came from.

The sound of the metallic
beep
seemed to echo in the room when she scanned the book.

“It appears that this book is over-due,” she said slowly in an almost thoughtful manner before she added, “Were you aware of that?”

“Yes,” I replied slightly hoarsely. My heartbeat increase in wild expectation of what would happen next.

Her sentence
“If you are late with returning the book to the library there will be a fee and... other consequences,”
seemed to echo in my mind.

“And did you also know that according to the library policy you’ll have to pay a fee if you are late with returning your books?” she continued and pushed up her black glasses that had slipped down her nose.

“Yes,” I admitted. I had to force my voice to remain steady and tried not to lick my lips.

“Hm,” she said softly and tilted her head slightly to one side, studying me. She frowned at me slightly. “I believed I did warn you about that, didn’t I? And that I said that there’d be... certain consequences if you returned the book late?”

“You did,” I acknowledged.

“Very well, then,” she said slowly and eyed me up and down in a way that almost made me want to check if I was still wearing my clothes or not. She paused and looked at me thoughtfully, tapping her full lips with her small index finger, a gesture that I found oddly provocative.

“You may undress now,” she said simply after a short while.

“I beg your pardon?” I said, but before I managed to say anything else she closed the space in between us and came up close and personal against me.

She buried her fingers in my hair, ruining my carefully created hair style, and without being too gentle about it she grabbed my hair and pulled my head closer down to her level so that I had to lean down.

I thought she would kiss me, but instead she paused. I felt her breath against my neck as she whispered in my ear.

“You are
not
allowed to ask questions.”

Her comment and the tone in her voice sent shivers down my spine, although I could
n’t
explain why.

She held on to my hair little bit longer before she let her hand travel deliberately slowly from my neck, down my chest, and along my stomach until she reached the rather
unmistakable bulge in front of my designer trousers. Her finger tips stroke the top of my erection maddeningly light
ly
and a small moan almost left my lips.

“Do you understand?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly, unable to stop myself from pressing my body just a little bit closer against her. I so wanted to rip her clothes off and pull down her knickers and just simply bend her over the counter and take her.

But I didn’t.

It’s not for you to decide to happen next, now is it?
I heard her comment echo in my head from last time and I took a steady grip over my desire before it would lead me astray.

She laughed softly under her breath and she instantly stepped away from me.

“You really have
n’t
been trained properly, have you?” she asked and added when she saw my confused look. “No, don’t answer that. Just undress as I told you to.”

“Okay,” I said and secretly I was a little proud over that I didn’t follow my instinct and asked: “Why?” or “What?” or “Right
now?
”

I simply did what she told me to do.

Trained? What the hell does that mean?
I wondered when I unbuttoned my shirt and put it on the neat pile of clothes. And why did I find the remark so strangely exciting?

The library wasn’t exactly warm and cosy, and I noticed goose bumps forming along my arms as a result of the cool air. Or at least I thought it was because of the cool air, but it could also be the result of that I noticed that she had positioned herself sitting on the counter watching me undressing in front of her. When she saw my gaze she her lips curved slightly and she slowly spread her legs a little bit apart.

I swallowed hard, but I saw her nod in encouragement as I slowly started to take off my trousers and boxers.
I sincerely hope that that there are no bored teenagers hanging out in the park and or that any old lady with a frail heart is outside walking her dog at this time of the evening,
I thought as I removed the last clothes. The library was lit up by large globe ceiling lamps as well as several bankers lamps with green shades that were shattered around among the reading tables. I’d a sinking feeling of that the library was lit up like a beacon in the night.

She noticed my glance towards the library windows.

“Ah, are you a little bit shy?” she said
and pouted her lips in a
slightly mocking
expression.

“What?” I said and added quickly, “No, not at all.”

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 eas
ily. 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 wa
sn’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 was
n’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 i
t time consuming and
it
never really gave me
any
direct
pleasure
.

Or,
so I thou
ght. B
ut 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 slight
ly
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 to
wards
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
stro
ke
her
softly
and
teasingly
at the sides of her lips, while only brushing my fing
ertips 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 could
n’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 t
o create a mess on the carpet and
instead I refocused my attention to her.

As I went back to my task, s
he 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 w
ere
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.