I find my place on a page, any page, and start reading again. I make a complete hash of it, but the lord smiles at me like I’m someone he’s terribly, terribly fond of. It’s his gorgeousexpression, his gorgeous face, his gorgeous eyes looking at me that’s harder to survive than the physical torment of his teasing.
When he finally slides two fingers into me, I groan embarrassingly loudly. Like I’ve been punched. Like I’ve been unexpectedly knotted. His eyes flit up to the door of the library, and I follow them.
The door is wide open.
“Can you be quiet?” he whispers.
I nod and shake my head at the same time before rethinking my response and nodding firmly. While I do all that, my asshole repetitively clamps down on the thickness of his fingers.
I can’t say how much it turns me on that he touches me like this. A little rough. A little gentle. A little too much. Just enough.
He thrusts deep into me a few times, loosening me like he means business, and then he slows, beckoning gently inside me, stimulating my gland in a way that makes me see stars.
“Relax, little mouse,” he says as though he honestly thinks that’s achievable while I’m in this state.
In my defense, I do try to relax my hole, but I can’t. I’m horny in a way that seems to exist beyond me. A way that makes my belly ache. A way that twists my insides and struggles desperately to strangle the moan that’s rising inside me. I writhe on the settee, hips snaking from side to side as I try to get close to him.
My teeth clench.
My dick leaks and aches.
Leaks and aches.
My peak approaches quickly. A big, rounded wave that floods me from bottom to top. Top to bottom. I lean into it, feeling the breath of promised pleasure on my skin.
My heart convulses. My balls tighten.
He pulls his fingers out of me abruptly and says, “Keep reading.”
I blink in confusion and my hole flutters in indignant shock at finding itself so suddenly empty. The lord gets to his feet and starts wandering off. I don’t understand what happened. I can’t piece it together because my mind is complete devoid of sensible thought. “W-where are you going?”
“I’m locking the door.” As always, he’s polite and articulate. Nonchalant and seemingly unrepentant about the fraught state he’s left me in.
I choke and splutter as slick spills out of me. “Whyyy?”
I note with concern that I’ve adopted a horrible, whiny tone. One that’s bathed in something that makes me sound quite the opposite of intelligent. I’m not sure what, if anything, to do about it.
“Because,” the lord replies matter of factly, “you’re about to make a lot of noise, and I don’t want Mrs. Thompson or Sid to hear you.”
By the time he returns, I’ve kicked one shoe and pant leg off, I have a hand tucked under each knee, and I am holding myself as wide open as I possibly can. It’s a shameful pose to adopt in front of one’s employer, and I’m sure it’s going to humiliate the hell out of me later, but right now, I can’t say I care.
There’s a hot pool of lava burning in my groin and my balls are throbbing in time with my heart. I need to come now, and I need to come hard.
“Would you like me to show you something?” he asks as he returns.
“I-in the library?” I ask dumbly.
“No.” He smiles, kneeling again and slotting his fingers up my ass all the way to the knuckle. He taps my prostate firmly. “In here.”
“Nngeep,” I reply.
He correctly interprets it as “Fuck yes,” and thank God for that. He fingers me slowly, then fast. Shallow, then deep. Hefingers me until my vision doubles and my hand is clamped around my dick. When I try to stroke, he takes me by the wrist and moves my hand away, tucking it back under my knee with a firm little pat.
Though he doesn’t tell me not to move, I know I can’t. I know from the way he’s looking at me. From the way he’s touching me. From the way he’s breathing in my direction. I’m helpless in a way I’ve only ever fantasized about. Awake and dreaming at the same time. My body is so sluiced in ecstasy that it’s like nothing else has ever existed.
The lord makes me ride the wave as pleasure rises and crests, only to save me from it before it hits.
He lets the tide find me and take me. He lets it get a hairbreadth from pulling me under, then he guides me back to the shore.
