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Yeah, okay, now it was my dick trying to punch through my clothes when I pictured him bending me over the library table, smacking my ass. Not a thing he’d do, I was like ninety-eight percent sure of that, but he was a fucking creative guy. Enough to keep me pushing to see whatwouldhappen.
“Try it.” I shoved my face in between his legs, mouthing at the bulge that was growing along his thigh, not wet enough to leave a mark— well, not much of one— but enough to make it clear I wanted a reaction, not just a threat.
I got one.
He pushed his chair all the way back from the table, looking down at me with those heavy, hooded eyes and a filthy smirk, and goddamn I should have just gone straight to unzipping him when I’d had the chance because now I was fucking drooling.
“Get out here, brat.”
I really was not a humiliation guy, except for all those times I loved being humiliated by him, and crawling out from under the table on my hands and knees didn’t hit high on the chart. It didn’tnothit, but I was thinking crawling wasn’t my thing. Doing itkind ofin public though… maybe.
Once I was out, I stood up next to him and dropped the cards on the table, and he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into his lap. I yelped like a surprised dog, and he put his hand over my mouth, smooth and cool like he was slipping me a twenty to shut up, and I darted my eyes around and snuggled back on his lap at the same time, no fucking idea if I was terrified someone would see us like this or if I wanted everyone to.
It was Monday-dead though, and no one came running back to see what we were up to. Half the room was asleep and the other half was just pretending they weren’t, all too post-weekend tired to be paying attention to anything out of their peripheral.
“Feel that?” he asked me, his voice low and right against my ear and he pulled me tighter, making sure I knew how fucking hard he was and Jesus his dick felt good pressed up against me.
I nodded.
“I don’t need to be hard in the middle of the day. I can’t sit here and let you ride my dick, can I? Can’t take you in the bathroom and fuck you against the door, can’t slip down to an empty study room and spank you over a desk, so what am I going to do with you?”
I nipped at his hand until he moved it enough for me to talk. “You could definitely do all those things,” I told him.
“Logan,” he said, his voice extremely serious. “If we got caught that would go on my permanent record.”
I snorted and he slipped his hand over my mouth again, wrapping his other arm around me and dragging his fingers along my thigh the same way I’d teased him. I took a deep breath through my nose and leaned back against him. I didn’t need to be hard in the middle of the day either, but it wasn’t going to kill me if that was his idea of discipline.
“You see that book over there?” he whispered, licking at the side of my neck and the back of my ear. “The really big thick red one?” He turned me a little to where he wanted me to look, over in the corner of the reference section, a red book with gold lettering about eye level, the thickest spine on the shelf.
I nodded.
“You’re going to go over there and you’re going to put your hands behind your back and you’re going to stare at it for five minutes.”
It took me a few slow blinks to realize what he was telling me, to realize it wasn’t the book at all he was sending me to, but the corner where it was shelved. He slid his hand off my mouth and I swallowed.
“You want me to stand in the corner?” I whispered, making sure I really understood, and I was so not audible, but he heard me anyway.
“That’s right.”
“In the library? Withpeople?”
“No one’s going to come back here. And if they do, all they’re going to see is a studious young man perusing the geography and wildlife shelves, looking for something to read. But I’ll see a naughty little boy squirming in the corner thinking about what’s going to happen when we get home.”
I really wanted to mock him for hisstudious young man perusing the shelvesbullshit, but he just trampled all over it and made that the least interesting thing in the sentence. “What’s going to happen?”
“I guess you’re going to be thinking about that the rest of the day. But since you’re wasting our study time like a little brat, you’ll probably have to be punished some more.”
I nodded so hard I swear it gave me a fever. Or maybe it was just my face bursting into flames.
“Get over there, baby. And when you put your hands behind your back, don’t block that sweet ass, I want a nice view.”
I swallowed a whimper and stood up, swallowing another one when he gave me an all but silent swat on the ass and a nudge toward the corner. It was maybe a dozen steps over to that red book I was using as a goalpost, probably not even, and I started out counting and lost track before I got halfway there because my brain was so fucking scrambled.
Corner time was legit confusing to me. It broke me down hard, embarrassed me like nothing else he did to me, and he did some embarrassing stuff. It made me feel small and angry, two of my least favorite things, but with him there, with him watching, it seemed okay to feel like that. Like if I totally exploded with rage and threw every book across the room until the shelves were empty and burned down the whole library, he’d tell me I had every right to be that mad before he beat my fucking ass. I didn’t even know what kind of feeling thatwas.
Standing in the corner also made meextremelyfucking horny. So much that by the time I made it those few steps away, locking my wrists behind my back and staring at the old boring books in the corner of the reference section, I had to spread my legs, looking like a goddamn Army cadet standing there, just to be a little more comfortable.
That big red book he’d pointed out was something calledA Guide To the Natural World— or at least that’s what I thought it said, the letters were so old and rubbed away it was hard to tell for sure. Every book back here was fucking ancient, yellow pages and pieces torn off the covers, and there was no way a single still-relevant fact existed inside any of them. But I kept reading the titles over and over the way they told you to think about baseball or spoiled milk to keep from creaming yourself too fast in the heat of the moment.
