Dominated by the Librarian #3: 'Surrender to Obey' (male submission erotica) (5 page)

I pushed my hips forward, so that there could be no doubt about how turned on she had made me and I heard her sigh with pleasure as my hardness glided back and forth against her body, but without really entering her.

“Please,” I groaned in desperation, pressing myself firmer against her. I nuzzled the hair at her neck, placing a trail of kisses from her ear to her collarbone. Teasingly I let my fingertips brush against the wet hair in between her legs and when she didn’t protest, I continued and started to slowly stroke her gently.

“No, not yet,” she answered although I felt her move against me and my fingers. Her voice was pleasantly unsteady.

“But I’m so turned on,” I mumbled in her hair.

My index finger experimentally glided in between her lips and I found her most sensitive spot
, brushing against her clitoris
and I heard her gasp in reply. She was just as excited as I was, I realized, because she was wet under my touch, which wasn’t only a result of the trickling water from the shower. I let my fingers make small circles, touching her teasingly, before I started slowly and rhythmically to stroke her.

“Good boy,” she mumbled and turned her head and reached up to kiss me, burying her hands in my hair to drag me down. Her comment made even harder. There was something in the way she said it in combination with that she was the one in control that just frankly did it for me.

“Please,” I begged, not teasing her anymore. I pressed myself desperately against her and I knew that I would probably come against her backside if she denied me. My erection rubbed against her soft skin. “Please...” I repeated.

For a second ice-blue her eyes met mine in a crystal-clear moment of full awareness. Time seemed to slow down and I let her see all my raw desire for her, but also the honest pure need that I wanted her permission.

An emotion I couldn’t really decipher crossed her face and her pupils dilated, suddenly looking large, dark and nearly predatory.

“Take me,” she ordered.

I growled in reply, a mixture of desperation and relief that she didn’t deny me anymore.

And finally I did what I had wanted to do ever since I stepped into the shower. W
ith water drizzling down on us
I embraced her in one quick movement
and lifted
her from the floor. I pressed her back against the frosted glass and with one hand under around hips I grabbed my erection and steered myself in between her legs.

She locked her legs around my waist and she kissed me possessively and moved against me eagerly, pushing against me with movements of her own.

I almost cried out when I finally entered her. With a half-strangled groan I started to thrust against her, burying myself deep in one almost harsh movement. I had to stop myself from
not coming, but she wouldn’t let me decide and instead, while I still tried to regain some sort of control, she pushed herself further, finding her own rhythm, while she kissed me again, deeper this time. Our tongues met and she took one of my hands and placed it over her full breast, while her grip around my neck hardened.

“Slower,” she hissed, although I could see in her eyes that she really wanted me to do something entirely different.

And it suddenly occurred to me what she was doing. She was as turned on as I wanted and I felt her squeeze around me, wet and ready, but clearly she enjoyed ordering me to take it slow against my will more than letting herself come.
The fact that she enjoyed power over pleasure and although she was half of my size and still managed to control me was deeply exciting.

I licked my lips, trying to control myself.

“I’ll try,” I said between clenched jaws and started to move against her with at a slower pace, gliding in and out of her, almost all the way, but without leaving her. I paused, before I deliberately slowly entered her again, all the way, inch by inch. I repeated it over and over until it felt like I was making love in slow motion. It was incredibly sensual, but also rather maddening. I wasn’t sure how long I would last, but I decided to do my best.

“Now go deeper,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming in the light. I noticed how her body started to stiffened the way I had come to realized that she often did just before she came. Obediently I did what she told me, while I fought for self-control. I wouldn’t let myself come until she would tell me, I vowed and tried not to focus too much on how good it felt to press myself deeper and a little bit harder against her, or the sensation of my hands gliding over her wet and soap-covered curvy body.

“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