Dominated by the Librarian #2: ‘Surrender to Please Her’ (male submission erotica) (3 page)

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 c
ould 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 secon
d 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
m
y 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
play
ed
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
trust
s
with her own hip movements as she crossed h
er 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 o
f 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 laugh
ed 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
are
n’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: i
f 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 fol
lowing 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 ha
d the same hairstyle as Edward S
cissorhands. It definitively felt like that any way.

“So, can I
ask you something?” I said as we stepped through the automatic do
ors 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 slight
ly
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 question
s 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 a
n
a
larm 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 th
e idea that I could protect her and although she had proven that she was more than able to
handle herself pretty well, she was afte
r 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 furrow
ed
in the cutest way.

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

“No?”

“This is just the begin
ning
, 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.”