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She walked into the library with trepidation, looking side to side. It was empty so close to closing but she didn’t want to risk being caught returning the book she stole. She hadn’t had the courage to check it out. She held the book close to her chest to prevent someone from glimpsing the title. Her cheeks were flush just thinking about the collection of erotic stories. All BDSM. She’d heard about the infamous book but knew no one who read it. She looked at the desk. It was empty. She flooded with relief and ran the intervening distance. The book landed with a soft thud. Grinning she turned to see him. She froze in fear as he smiled.
“Ashley,” he greeted her. “Returning a book?” He moved around the desk faster than she could think. Her brain frozen like her feet. His grin deepened when he saw the book. Bad Girls featured a black and white photo of a woman in lingerie kneeling at the feet of a well dressed man holding a belt in one hand, her chin in another.
He chuckled darkly and flipped through the pages. She stood still trying to move. All she managed to do was look at her feet and blush causing her pale cheeks to become red. It was as if his very presence kept her from moving. Maybe I’m waiting for his permission. She craved for the slightest order from the gorgeous man behind the counter. If he crooked his finger she would run to his side.
As if he read her thoughts he pointed to a chair at a carrel nearby. “Sit there,” he commanded without looking up from the dirty book. Her feet finally carried her somewhere. She wasn’t sure whether to be happy or disappointed when she sat in the designated place. “Don’t move.” She stopped fiddling with her skirt and did her best not to fidget as he typed on the computer. She watched him to find some clue as to what he was thinking. She failed.
She couldn’t stop her knee from bouncing up and down. That is until he gave her a dark look. One that told her he was not pleased. She wanted please him. Just like the women in the stories. She froze under his gaze and withered.
“Let’s try this again.” His voice was cold like a metal rail in winter. “Spread your legs and lift your skirt up. If you don’t maintain that position I’ll punish you.” He smiled at the thought. “And trust me when I say I’ll enjoy it whether you do or not.”
He stared into her eyes while she did as she was told. Even though she was wearing underwear she felt stripped bare by his eyes. He kept up staring into her for an uncomfortable length of time. He broke off to continue closing down the library. She didn’t even move her head. She felt a familiar warmth moving downwards and her panties were dripping. If anyone walked by they’d see her. They’d know she was horny as hell. She wanted to touch him but dared not to close the distance between them. Or even close her legs. She was under his control. It was total. It was absolute. It was the most erotic thing she ever experienced.
He turned down the lights so she could barely see. His finger traced a line down her cheek. It was the first time he touched her. It sent an electric shock to her pussy. She was soaked now and because he touched her. She was desperate for more.
“I know you stole the book,” He whispered. “So I’m going to have to punish you anyway for being a thieving slut.”
“I’m not--” she began. His hand gripped her throat. Squeezing from the sides.
“One, I didn’t tell you to speak. Two, never interrupt me. Three, you are what I say you are. If I say you’re horny cockloving whore, you say...” His grip loosened enough for her to speak.
“I’m a horny cockloving whore?” The word fled her tongue without thought. She wanted to please him so badly. She could feel her arousal leaking down her thighs.
He smiled. And slapped her. “You left something out cunt. I’m sure a smart girl like you can figure it out.”
“I’m a horny cockloving whore, sir.”
“Much better.” He grabbed her by her red locks and pulled her out of the chair. Their faces so close their lips were touching. She opened her mouth to kiss him but he pulled her away at the last moment. She didn’t even have time to pout before she was pulled over his knees. He replaced her in the chair.
“You’ve soak this chair, bitch.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll clean it up.”
“You will.” She felt a rush of cool air hit her ass as her skirt was pulled up. He chuckled when he saw her thong. “Not a slut? Sluts wear thongs because they love having things up their asses.” He leaned down to whisper to her. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone you’re a perverted anal loving fuckdoll.” He pulled the thong down and off her legs. “That is, as long as you do what I tell you. Are you going to do what I tell you?”
“Yes, sir. Whatever you want. Please don’t tell anyone what a kinky cunt I am.” Her balled up panties appeared before her face.
“Open.” He shoved the soaked under into her mouth. Ever since she started masturbating she cleaned her fingers off with her mouth. It felt dirty and shameful. She could never stop. She never told anyone. “You’ve committed five offenses. I’ll spank you five times for each of them.” He started right away. She squealed, moaned, and raised her ass to meet each slap. It felt amazing. Each sound rang in her ears. It rang in the empty library. She lost all sense of time as he punished her ass. He stopped to rub her cheeks tenderly. She could feel his cock hard against her. She wanted it. She needed it. His hand went lower to rub her pusssy. She moaned again. It came out distorted around her soaking panties. He removed his leaving her wanting again. His finger started teasing her asshole. She was shocked at first. Soon though she found herself moaning again. “I’m going to fuck this horny hole. Not tonight. But one day I’m going to use this whore ass for my pleasure and you’ll thank me like the kinky cumslut you are.” His words turned her on more. She wanted him to fuck her there. She denied her ex that no matter how he begged but for him she’d plead for him to use her there.
He dragged her to her feet by her hair and walked her out into the night. The path to her dorm was abandoned for which she was grateful. His hand moved to her bare ass under her skirt. Every once in a while he’d stop her to lift it and admire the red cheeks. He didn’t speak the entire way. Her mind moved through the scenarios she read about in the book. She hoped he didn’t share her with another man. She didn’t think any guy could compare to this heady all consuming dominance he had.
He stopped in a wooded section she recognized. She’d passed through on her way to the library. She started to lift her skirt for him. She figured he wanted to admire his handiwork again. Yet with a gesture he stopped her. He dragged her off the path where they could barely be seen from the path. She knew they’d be just vague shapes. He pushed her to her knees and removed her panties. While she was catching her breath he pulled his cock out. She’d never wanted anything so badly. She reached out to touch it when he gestured again. She frowned causing him to laugh. She watched as he stroked it. Mere inches from her face. “Beg for it, cunt.”
Without hesitation she begged. “Please, sir. Let me suck your cock. I want taste it so bad. I want to taste your dick in my mouth. Please, master. I need your cum so badly. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll let you fuck my ass right here, sir. Master, I need to suck you off. I want to swallow your cum.” She blushed as hard as she ever had. None of her few partners let her talk during sex. She’d always wanted to say dirty things but they claimed it was distracting. She hoped she pleased him.
“My cum you’re going to get, you cheap slut. But not in your mouth.” It didn’t take her long to figure out what was going to happen. “Beg.” She started again. Begging for his semen all over her face. She wanted to wear it. She wanted him to mark her as his. She thought she heard someone giggling and walking on the path but she couldn’t rip her eyes from his cock. When she was finally rewarded with a warm spray she felt amazing. She made him cum. She realized that was her purpose from now on. She never wanted to fail to get him off.
“Hand me your phone and unlock it.” She obeyed. He played with it and took her photo. He handed it back explaining. “I’ve added my number and texted that picture to my phone. Whenever you contact me it will show up.” He put his shrinking beautiful cock away and wiped her face of his semen with the underwear he’d taken from her mouth. Her face clean and feeling strangely bereft, he hung the panties on a low hanging branch. It was humiliating to think people passing by would see and know that some woman had a kinky adventure. She would know it was her. She couldn’t tell what was hotter her face or her cunt.
He led her back to her dorm. He pressed against her ass as she tried to unlock the door. Her hands shook with excitement. He came to her rescue by taking the key from her hands. As he put it inside he force her against the door. Trapped between hard wood and his hard body. His cock once again erect. The door opened causing her to stumble. When she turned around it was closed.