The library is quiet. Warm.

Sitting at the table, I lean over my open book as naturally as possible, given I'm slithering my pyjama legs down beneath.

My pulse thumps. Another text buzzes.

Show me.

Biting my lip, I pause. Surely the dare's gone far enough?

I flick my gaze to him, two tables away. Stubbled. Handsome. Unpredictable.

Bzzz.

Don't make me wait.

Glancing around at scattered visitors, I part my thighs, cheeks flushing, scent drifting. I'm soaked.

Bzzz.

Good girl.

Hold tight.

The remote-controlled buttplug vibrates again. Stronger.

I stare. Grip the desk. Gasp.

Bzzz.

Cum for me.