Your eyes meet above the shelves in between the stacks. She's meticulously putting books back in their respective homes and you can’t tear your gaze away. In the brief exchange, you can tell that she's a woman not to be trifled with, an educated woman with dark, passionate desires. If you had blinked or turned away, you would have missed it but you hadn’t. A devilish smile had crossed her lips and she winked. The movement is so sudden you almost think it wasn’t intended for you. She was brazen and your cock jumps inside your pants at her boldness.
Fuck proclivities, she needs to be claimed and you need to claim her.
Quietly so as not to startle her, you follow her as she continues into the depths of the stacks, watching as she slides each book lovingly back into place as though they were part of her personal collection. Your cock strains at the thought of her hands stroking its length, her fingers providing the same careful affection. Almost too soon, you notice where she has ended up, the farthest corner of the building, dimly lit and secluded…. She's lured you into her trap.
She's facing away from you; you take the moment to drink her in: the way the skirt hugs the curves of her hips, the sweater hanging loosely on her shoulders. You resist the urge to rip them off... but just barely.
There aren’t any words that need to be said. She continues to face the same direction so you begin to make your way closer. She lets out a near-silent gasp around as your fingers cover her mouth. Her scent, jasmine and plum, is intoxicating, yet another reminder that you were not the one in control... but you are about to be. You pull her into you, bucking your crotch against her ass; your cock aches as it senses the closeness of her body and she whimpers ever so slightly at the impact.
In front of the two of you is a desk that stands flush with her waist. It’s hard and sturdy, meant for spreading books all over its surface but the only thing you wish to spread is her. The image of her legs bent at the knee while lying down as you kiss and suck and cherish the pink between her thighs is almost enough to turn her around and do it. You want to take your time. Instead, you take your hand away from her mouth to push her forward so that she is leaning slightly, hands braced on the desktop.
You lift the long skirt painfully slow, silently cursing and thanking the gods for the length. Finally her ass, covered in purple galaxy panties, is revealed. Fisting the skirt, you reach into your pocket and pull out a small knife, clicking it open. The fabric gives easily as you slide the blade across it. You feel her shiver as the blade comes in contact with her hips, her waist, her thighs and soon her ass is on full display, the destroyed panties kicked into the shadows for some lucky custodian or horny high school teenager to find and hide in their dresser. You follow the curves of her body with the knife, goosebumps rising like waves in the water. The blade leaves beautiful red marks against her pale skin. With one tug, the skirt pools at her ankles, allowing full access.
She gasps as you plunge two fingers of your free hand deep inside of her wet lips from behind. The gasp gives way to a soft moan. The moisture of her pussy drips down the soft skin of her thighs. You remember the way she touched each spine of the books as she put them away so you, too, stroke inside the folds of her lips in the same manner; each caress loving as though she were a toy in your own perverted collection.
The seconds tick by; you feel her pelvic muscles working in tandem with your fingers, bringing her close to the edge. Her moans, quiet at the beginning, are getting louder, more demanding. You can sense her urgency so you stop suddenly, releasing her and she falls onto the desk with a whine so pitiful that it nearly breaks your heart. It’s her punishment for believing that she was the one in control. The time for gentleness is over. She needs to be taken and shown the truth: You hold all the power.
You flip her around, pull the sweater off her shoulders and point to the desk, a silent order for her to lie down. You tie the sweater so that it covers her eyes and holds her arms above her head in a makeshift bondage. Her breasts swell under the T-shirt she wore under the sweater, nipples easily seen under the thin fabric. Either she isn’t wearing a bra, or the one she has on is meant to show off her tits. It’s always the quiet ones who are the most devious. Before you take out your cock, you watch as she struggles against the sweater, her head on a swivel attempting to sense if she has been left alone in the darkness of the stacks.
Finally, after several agonizing seconds, you pull the zipper of your pants down and she stops moving; the quiet of the library and the simple act of her sight being taken away must have amplified her hearing. She bites her lip and you can’t help but grin. Your cock is hard and thick, but you’re not quite ready to use it just yet. There’s one more thing you need to do. You scoop up the knife again, this time allowing the blade to glide across the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Her cunt is swollen, bright pink and clean shaven except for a thin strip of hair. You bring the blade closer and closer to that sweet spot, and she lifts her pelvis off the desk to meet the sharp edge. The tiniest drop of blood gathers and she hisses in erotic pain, the sound almost making you come right then.
You need to be inside her.
The blade, forgotten, drops to the floor. You push the head of your cock into her; one good push and you could breed her greedy pussy quickly but you hold off for as long as you are able. She screams into the fabric of the sweater as you ram into her again and again, your fingernails leaving small crescents in her flesh. Her muscles spasm as she reaches the edge once again. With a final cry, you release your load and your cock twitches while still inside, letting stream after stream fill her.
You stay that way for a few moments, your cock glued to her pussy with sticky cum and blood. You untangle her sweater from her arms and face but don’t let her up. In the end, you know you need to so you gently pull out, and get dressed. She sits up and looks at you. It’s the first time you’ve seen her face clearly. Her blue-brown eyes are still filled with lust and yet, somewhere in the depths is still the quiet innocence of a public figure in a dirty, forbidden world.
You pick up the knife from where it lay abandoned, stow it in your pocket and turn on your heel. You know that this will not be the only time you meet her between the stacks.
