Obedience (part ten) - the library

March 13

You walk among the aisles of books, resisting the urge to drag your fingers along the spines. At last, at the very top of five floors, you find it—the adult section. You expect security, but nobody stops you, even to scan an id. In fact, the floor is all but abandoned; the loudest noise being your thundering heart.

You wander to the very back aisle, snug against the wall, and slide out a title at random. Inside, illustrations of varying women in Japanese rope and predicament bondage are spread in full color. You gasp, but can’t pull yourself away.

A woman in suspension bondage, holding a candle, dripping with red wax; a whip at her supple ass. Another in stocks, standing on tiptoe to reach the dick in her mouth. A third, blindfolded, seated on a dildo while someone—her master?—tightens ***ful-looking clasps on her breasts. Someone being branded, tears and a smile on her face.

There are many pages.

So complete is this mixture of shame and enrapture that you are not aware of the picture you make. A short tweed skirt with crotchless panties, a remote control dildo inside your tight ass at his command. A high-necked shirt in pale cream. A fitted vest, almost a corset, in green corduroy. Big glasses and a bun of your wild hair, but a few locks curl, tantalizingly, around your face….

“Enjoying your research?” His voice is almost a purr.

You flush. “These… these women, they’re…”

He places his fingers under your chin. “Yes?”

You lower your shaking voice. “Slaves….”

You hadn’t seen his hand go into his pocket, and therefore are unprepared when he presses the remote. You stifle a moan.

“A little glimpse into your future,” he said casually. He reaches into your skirt, thumbing your clit, pulling your breasts free of the vest. He leans you against the bookshelf, and you hear a zipper.

“Not here!” You whisper breathlessly. “Please!”

“Will you tell me to stop, pretty girl?”

And fucks you. How he’d donned a condom that fast is completely beyond you, but he pulls at your nipples as he fucks you, the anal toy filling you, the buzzing louder than even you. You could be found at any moment, his fucktoy, his plaything, his whore, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“I didn’t think so,” he murmurs in your ear.

“Oh god,” you whine, “please….!”

“Cum then,” he says, his whisper sultry. He pulls at your nipples, hard. “Come right here, you little slut. Now!”

He covers your mouth as you scream in rapture, forgetting the book entirely.