The Librarian and the Dom

STORY EXCERPT

So when Mrs. Markinson ran up to her, all breathless and her bun actually collapsing, Lindy was worried.

“Edna, what’s wrong?”

“Lindy, there is the most amazing man at the front desk, and he’s asking for you. He said to tell you he will grovel if you’ll still have coffee with him. The elevator in his building ‘conked out again,’ and he was stuck for almost half an hour. And he didn’t have your number, so he couldn’t call to tell you he was running late.” She looked at Lindy enquiringly. “He’s a very handsome young man. And a very large one,” she added approvingly.

Lindy felt her heart jump in her chest, and a very unfamiliar flutter much lower. He was here. He was really here. All of a sudden, her mouth went dry, and she couldn’t answer Mrs. Markinson. She looked at her friend, stricken. Edna knew all about her dating challenges.

“Is he a friend of yours? You should go have coffee with him, Lindy. He looks like he ran the whole way her and definitely needs to rehydrate. In fact, I think it’s your civic duty to buy him a Gatorade or whatever it is those athletic types drink after a workout.”

“But, but, my break is over.”

“Break, shmake. You never take your full break and always come back from lunch early. I think just this once we can survive without you. In fact, after coffee, if you should decide to have an early lunch, I’ll understand. In fact, if you don’t have lunch with him, I’ll be very disappointed. I’m expecting you to come back with some interesting gossip about your love life. Finally. I’ve been very happily married to Mr. Markinson for thirty-five years, so I’m dying to live vicariously through you. So go have fun.”

“But I barely know him. I only met him last night. I was locking up and carrying a box and tripped and fell on him, and he’s a stranger. I can’t have coffee with a stranger. Besides, it’s your turn for a break.”

“Turn schmurn. I’m giving you my break and I expect a full report afterwards. At my age, you have to live vicariously.”

“Edna!”

“Take a chance, Lindy. It’s only coffee, not a life commitment or even sex. Although, if a man like that came here looking for me, I’d be seriously temped to rock his world as the kids say. I’ll be very disappointed if you come back and don’t at least tell me that you’ve kissed him. Although, if you come back and tell me all about your nooner…”

“Edna!” she repeated, half outraged and half amused. Lindy hugged her friend. Edna was right. What harm was there in coffee? She grabbed her purse and threw the strap over her shoulder, and then she smoothed her hands down over her pants. Her palms were clammy. She looked at Edna, half excited and half scared. Edna laughed and gave her a push.

“Go. Have fun. And if you get the chance, jump his bones,” she shouted as Lindy went through the door.

Oh my god. He was standing there, just outside the door. His expression changed from anxious, to pleased when he saw her, to amused when he heard Edna’s words. Linda realized she had two options. One, she could sink into the floor and die of mortification, or two, she could see the humor in it and laugh. She saw his face and picked door number two.

His smile grew broader as he reached out and gave her a big hug, nearly lifting her off the ground.

“Sorry, but since you’ve already been in my lap, I figured we’d progressed past the polite handshake.”

“You mean since I nearly squashed you.” She laughed as they walked out the front door. “I’m just not used to being picked up like that. I’ve always been the ‘big girl.’” She used air quotes.

He stopped so abruptly she bumped into him as she followed him down the stairs. He turned back to her, and with her one step up, they were almost eye to eye.

“You will not put yourself or your body down, do you hear me? I will not allow it. I think you are perfect, just the way you are. The last thing a guy my size wants is a woman who is going to break in two when he squeezes her tight. If I hear you put your body down again and refer to yourself as a ‘big girl’ in that tone again, I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you like the child you are being.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Then he flipped her over so she was sitting in his lap, her ass pressing against his hard cock. Then he leaned in and kissed her. No, it was more than that. He plundered her mouth, taking, invading. She held on to his broad shoulders and surrendered to his invasion, her tongue tangling with his until he moved to her neck and then down to her shoulder.

He reached down and tugged on the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head, but he didn’t pull it off her arms. Instead, he pulled it down so her arms were trapped in the sweater behind her back. She was helpless, laying there in his lap. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she couldn’t wait.

She expected her bra to go next, but he was taking his time. He looked his fill, first. She was glad she had chosen her favorite sexy bra, with its lace and low demi cups that gave her amazing cleavage and displayed her breasts almost down to the nipples. She saw the desire flame higher in his eyes, and she felt powerful and womanly and sexual. She wanted his hands and his mouth on her breasts. She thrust them at him.

“Slow down. We have all the time in the world.”

He trailed one finger down the side of her neck to her clavicle and below. He reached the cup of her bra. Very delicately, he traced the edge from one side to the other, only slipping under the edge when he neared a nipple. He dipped his finger, flicking the rock-hard nipple and then pulling out and continuing. Then he looked her in the eyes and reached down, pushing one cup and then the other below her nipples, but not undoing her bra. Her breasts now sat on the shelf created by her bra, sticking straight out, almost offering her nipples to him. The nipples puckered even more, hardening almost painfully, waiting for him to touch them.

Finally he leaned down and drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked, hard. Then he opened his mouth wider and took the whole areola and part of her breast into his mouth. He suckled hard. She could feel the moisture pouring out of her.

She almost whimpered in frustration when he removed his mouth, but then he took the other breasts in his mouth and suckled again. She had trouble staying still, and she wanted to touch him, but her arms were trapped. She struggled with the sweater, almost crying with frustration.

“Please, Jake, Sir. Please let me touch you,” she begged.

Pleased she’d remembered to call him Sir, he relented and pulled the sweater off her arms. She responded by running her hands over his shoulders and chest and rib cage, basically, anywhere she could reach. Then she leaned down, without thinking, and took one of his flat man’s nipples into her mouth and suckled.

Jake started, surprised at how pleasant the experience was. No other woman had ever cared about his nipples.

But now it was time to go the next step. He shifted her in his lap and, with his free hand, slid one big finger under the edge of her panties, skimming down toward the apex of her thighs, but not yet parting her folds. He looked at her inquiringly. Shyly, she nodded.

He didn’t hesitate. He dipped one big finger between her pussy lips, running the rough pad of his finger lightly over her clit. She moaned, so he did it again. And then his finger dipped lower, sliding right into her pussy. She jumped at the unexpected invasion, talking a second to adjust. She was aroused and swollen and very, very wet. So he added a second finger. She seemed to like it, her hips pushing against his hand.

He moved them in and out a few times, using his fingers to stretch her wider before adding a third finger. He loved the little mewing sounds as she tried to rub her clit against his hand. He obliged, using his thumb to rub the swollen nub had he fucked her with his fingers. Harder and harder he pumped, feeling the small tremors that preceded a climax. Then, when he judged the time right, he curled his fingers forward, rubbing them against the sweets spot inside her pussy.

No Accounting for Love

STORY EXCERPT

She argued, but in the end, the pool was just too tempting. She just changed into it, came out, and picked a lounger in the shade. He sighed. If she stayed in the shade, he wouldn’t have an excuse to rub lotion all over her body. But the way his cock reacted to even the thought of rubbing his hands on her body, it was probably just as well.

And, besides, they had one more day there. The weather forecast was perfect. And he’d get up early and sabotage the shelter so she’d have to lie in the sun and she’d have to let him rub her down.

He watched her from behind his dark glasses. She was so adorable as she frowned over the notes she was taking. But then she put down the tablet and turned to him. Clearly, she was still stuck on that idiot from this morning.

“Oh, please. That idiot Frederick and his obsession with multiple orgasms. I don’t see how someone that self-involved can give anyone an orgasm except maybe to himself. And I think the whole multiple orgasm thing is a myth. I’d be satisfied with a single orgasm during sex.”

Ahh, thought Duncan. That was what she was stuck on. He’d tread carefully, but if he played his cards right, he could be the one to show her that multiple orgasms weren’t a myth. They just took a man who was attuned to his woman’s needs and had the patience to give her what she needed before he took what he needed.

“Seriously? You were that easily satisfied and still your ex complained? Your goal was a single orgasm during a sex session? That was enough for you?”

“I said it was a goal, not what I got. It would have been nice to have one every time, but mostly he got off and I lay there unsatisfied. He said that it was my fault. I was too much work.”

She tried not to sound bitter.

“Too much work? What a tool. The man sounds incompetent. No wonder you’re turned off sex. If you were with someone who knew how to please a woman, you wouldn’t be so blasé about orgasms.”

“And I guess you consider yourself an expert?”

“I have been known to make a woman scream with pleasure.” He grinned at her.

“If you are so good, then why can’t you be equals with a woman in bed? Why the whole Dom/sub thing? I mean, when we are working, you treat me like an equal and don’t seem to have issues when I tell you what to do. How is it different with sex?”

“Outside the bedroom, I have zero problem with a woman being in charge. When it comes to accounting and such, you are the expert, and I’m happy to follow your lead and take guidance from you. Have I ever made you feel like I was trying to order you around in the office?” He waited for her to think back on the last week and then admit that he hadn’t.

“But when it comes to sex, well, that’s different. I’ve always had a need for control in the bedroom. Or kitchen, living room, or pool area.” He grinned wolfishly at her, enjoying her blush.

“It is just a part of me. I need my woman to give herself to me completely. I need to own every inch of her body. And in return, I’ll take good care of her. Her pleasure and her pain are mine. I’ll teach her, train her to please me in ways you can’t imagine. In return, I’ll please her. I’ll give her as many orgasms as she can handle. I’ll push her limits and give her pleasures that she can’t even imagine. It will be my privilege and responsibility to take care of her.

“But in return, I expect obedience and submission. She will do what I say, relating to carnal activities only, of course, when I say, how I say it. If she disobeys or hesitates, I will not hesitate to administer correction or punishment.”

“Punishment?”

“You’ve been at the club long enough. You’ve seen subs being punished. I’ve watched you watching them. I’ve seen the hunger in your eyes. You long for a man to take you in hand, to guide you, to take responsibility for you. The men in your life have always criticized you and tried to make you feel inferior. You are so in control in all aspects of your life. I believe you want to, in just this single area, be able to relax and hand over control. I think you want a man who’ll devote himself to your pleasure and expect, no, demand the same from you. You want and deserve to be an equal in the boardroom and the living room. In the bedroom, you want to give up the responsibility and be taken care off, no matter how un-PC that sounds. You want someone who’ll challenge you when you play it safe and push you to try things you never imagined yourself doing.

“And you want a man who’ll fuck you brains out on a regular basis.”

“And you think you are the man for the job?” She didn’t deny his words. She couldn’t. He painted a picture in her mind. She could see herself naked and kneeling at his feet, and the thought scared her and thrilled her. But old habits died hard, and old fears died harder. Any man she’d ever depended on had let her down, mocking her for her inability to meet their standards.

“I want to guide you, to train you to please me. And in return, I’ll give you mind-blowing orgasms, and I’ll take care of you.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

He moved swiftly. One second she was standing in front of him, her bathrobe knotted tightly around her body, and the next they were in the bedroom, him sitting on the end of the bed and her naked and sprawled across his lap, his erect cock digging into her side.

“I told you that I wasn’t going to take this type of attitude from you before and that I was going to correct your behavior each time you put yourself down. So for that little incident at the door, you’ve earned ten, and you had better count them off.”

And then smack. She felt his hand come done hard on her ass. Goddamn it! That hurt. She struggled, but he held her tight, his big hand smoothing over the spot he’d just smacked. And suddenly, the warmth was spreading, a delicious frisson suffusing her clit.

She was just starting to enjoy the feeling when his hand came down hard again. And then two more quick smacks before he started rubbing his hand over her ass. They’d hurt, but they’d also morphed into pleasure more quickly than the first one. In fact, the heat was building in her loins, and the moisture leaking out of her. She colored as she realized that he could probably see the moisture dripping from her.

The heat rose higher in her face as she felt him part her legs and finger her. Then he dipped a finger inside her.

“Someone is enjoying her first spanking,” he teased. “I may have to find a different way to punish you, as you seem to be enjoying getting your ass spanked far too much. You aren’t even counting, so you still have ten coming to you.”

“One-two-three-four.”

He laughed and spanked her again.

“Five.” He decided to let her get away with not starting again at one. Next time he wouldn’t be so lenient, but he was dying to get his mouth on her.

Before she knew it, he was at ten and the desire was shooting through her. She’d never felt so hot and sexual before.

He flipped her on her back, positioning her head carefully on the pillow. Then he went reached down beside the headboard and pulled up some leather cuffs and quickly fastened one around each wrist. Then he settled himself between her legs, his upper body propped up on his elbows as he looked down at her.

She tugged, struggling against the restraints. He lay on her, adding more weight, pinning her down, quieting her with his body. “Shhhhh. Relax. Close your eyes and just relax and let me do all the work.”

“But—”

“No buts. Well, maybe yours later.” Her eyes flew open, and he regretted his words for a moment until he saw that her eyes were glazed with desire. “Do I have to blindfold you, too? I want you to relax and forget about everything except your own pleasure. I’ve restrained you because I know you. You aren’t going to be able to help yourself once we get started. You are going to want to take care of me. You are going to feel embarrassed that it’s all about you and are going to worry about letting me down, so you will try to take charge and suck my dick and hope I’ll not notice what you consider your inadequacies.”

Her jaw dropped. She hadn’t even realized that was her motivation, but he was right. She had been planning just that.

“But now that you are restrained, you have no choice but to relax and take what I have to give you. You’ll submit to my will and have no choice about it because you are tied to the bed. Now close your eyes.” He ran his hand down her face, closing her eyes. Then he kissed her softly on the lips, teasing a response from her before deepening the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with intent. He ravished her mouth, taking her charge. She found herself following where he led, the desire pooling in the pit of her stomach.

She almost groaned in disappointment when he removed his mouth from hers and started kissing his way down her body. And then he paused at her breasts. She’d never really thought of them as particularly erogenous zones. But when he curled one strong hand about her breast and then leaned down and took the nipple in his mouth, suckling strongly, she felt a bolt of lightning go through her as if her nipple and clit were connected. She moaned, and he suckled harder, her nipple now a hard little berry. Using his teeth, he grasped it softly, pulling and elongating it, before suckling hard again, taking the whole areola into his mouth, before moving to the other breast and repeating the process.

When she thought she’d come just from his attentions to her breasts, he moved again, moving lower until he settled with his face between her legs. She grasped as he gripped her thighs, pulling them apart and pushing them back, so she was fully opened to him.

Duncan paused. He could see her juices glistening between her thighs, and he smiled to himself. He stuck out his tongue and licked from her bottom hole to her clit before taking the small organ into his mouth, suckling lightly.

The first small tremors moving through her body. He suckled harder, biting down lightly, then suckling again until he felt her climax sweep through her. But he didn’t stop. He maneuvered his weight onto one arm and reached up and inserted one big finger inside her. Her hot swollen pussy clamped down on his finger as her cream dripped out. He withdrew, causing her to jerk her hips. He didn’t make her beg, not this first time.