CHAPTER 110

Time snapped back to normal, and he clenched the staff tightly in his hand, careful not to drop it. He looked at Sofia's hands, clutching the hard, wooden shelves before her, and a wicked idea entered his mind.

"Ligma." After so much experience in the Dreamscape, he had no problems visualizing exactly what he wanted to happen. The staff's magic felt like warmth leaving his body, and as the wooden bands that trapped his wrists folded back into the chair, new ones emerged from the shelves and pinned Sofia's arms in place, forming thick shackles along her forearms..

"What...how..." She looked over her shoulder at him, her eye wide in alarm. "What's happening?"

"Oh, I think you know." Using his hands, he scooted back from her and pulled his cock free. She was now crouched in front of him, her arms spread-eagle on the shelves. "I'm just turning the tables on you."

"But I don't understand. The staff is keyed to the Head Librarian, nobody else can use it."

Oh. He looked at the staff, and then back at the wide ass of the beautiful woman in front of him. It probably had to do with his own magic, but right now, the blood in his body had been designated for something other than thinking.

"Guess there's a position above Head Librarian," he said, then smacked her ass with his free hand. She let out a shout and flinched, her knees buckling slightly. He gave her another slap and moved past her hips to appraise her. She was staring straight ahead, her eye unfocused and her mouth open wide.

He grabbed her hair and yanked on it, causing her head to tilt back, then leaned in close.

"Safe word?" he whispered.

"O...overdue books," she whimpered.

He was about to move away when he realized he couldn't tell if she was using the safe word or designating it. "So, wait, do you want to stop, or—"

"You're such a dumbass," she muttered. "Can't even do this right, can you? Just give me back the—ow!"

Mike had slid his belt out of its loops and folded it in half before cracking her on the ass. A red line had formed, and he worried that he had taken it too far, but Sofia kept the safe word to herself. Satisfied that he was on the right track, he examined the butt of the staff while walking behind her.

"Pathetic," he told her as he gave her ass a few light slaps with the belt. "Had me all trussed up like a Christmas ham and I still managed to escape. What was it you told me? Something about my luck and fucking away my problems?"

"Fuck you, little ma—ngh!" The crack of his belt echoed across the room.

"After all the things you made me do, you think I'm going to let you off easy?" He set the staff down on the table, then popped a piece of cheese in his mouth and sipped at his wine. "It's too bad we're so far away from the others, I bet they would laugh at how you look right now."

Sofia groaned, and a large dribble of fluid splashed on the floor between her legs.

"I rather like this side of you," he told her, then swatted at her hips with the belt. She cried out, then moaned when he penetrated her with his free hand. "There's a lot less of your mouth to deal with."

"Fuck you," she growled.

"No. Fuck you." He had already lined himself up and slid into her with no resistance. She moaned and her hips swiveled as she tried to back herself onto him.

He placed one hand on her hip for balance and leaned to the side to marvel at her pendulous breasts. Smiling in satisfaction, he reached forward and pinched her nipple. She shrieked, and he smacked her ass again with the belt.

"This really is the best side of you," he told her, then rubbed the welt that had formed. She let out a sigh and he gave her a few hard thrusts that pushed her face into the shelves. "Well now, that simply won't do, you could hurt yourself."

He grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her head back just long enough to slip the looped belt over her head and around her neck. He didn't pull hard, it was just enough to keep her head tilted, and the series of gasps and moans told him he was absolutely on the right track.

"Yeah, that's right, get fucked like the cum dumpster you are." He raised his hand and brought it down hard, but twisted away at the last second. Sofia moaned as her future sight gave her the experience of the slap but reality stole it away. He alternated tugging on the belt and slapping her ass, doing his best to change tactics at the last second.

Sofia gasped for air that filled her lungs, then shrieked from slaps that never connected. She had rapidly evolved into a panting mess, and he undid the belt and yanked back on her ponytail.

"The worst part is how much you want it, isn't it?" he asked, making small pumps with his hips.

"You're beneath me," she growled. "Pathetic, whiny ass...no!"

Mike had pulled his cock out of her and was casually slapping it on her tailbone. He absolutely admired how bubbly her butt looked in this bent over position, then teased her soaking wet folds with the head of his cock.

"You can't have it back unless you beg for it," he told her, dragging the head of his cock just across her open folds. "And I don't mean pretty please. I mean actual begging."

She gritted her teeth and forced herself backward, but he stepped away. It was a fun game for a minute as she tried to force herself onto him while he pulled away, but he saw the staff on the table and got a devilish idea.

When he stepped away from her, she groaned, but when he came back with the staff, she went quiet. He flipped it over, examined the bottom of it, then stepped back and gave it a casual swing.