CHAPTER 12 LIBRARIAN SUBMISSION PT 3

Marcus kept the head of his cock resting on Sophia’s tongue. 

“Open wider,” he said. “Take me in. Slow. Look up at me the whole time.”

Sophia parted her lips further, and Marcus guided himself deeper with one hand on the back of her head. The thick shaft slid over her tongue, and she felt the heat and weight of him fill her mouth while her lips stretched around him. She looked up through her glasses, and her eyes stayed on his face.

“Good,” Marcus said. “Deeper. Use your tongue under me. Slow.”

He pushed another inch, and Sophia’s throat tightened while she breathed through her nose. Saliva gathered quickly and began to spill from the corners of her mouth, then ran down her chin in a thin line and dripped onto the carpet. Her curvy body trembled, and her heavy breasts shifted with each careful movement while the silk around her wrists pressed against his thighs as her fingers flexed.

Marcus held her head steady. 

“That’s how I like it. Slow. Deep. Eyes on me. Don’t look away.”

He began to move with short strokes at first, then longer. Each time he pushed deeper, Sophia’s throat worked around him, and wet sounds filled the quiet aisle. More saliva dripped from her chin, and it coated her lips and ran down her neck in slow trails while her glasses fogged at the edges again from the heat of her face and the effort of breathing.

“You’re doing well,” Marcus said, and his voice stayed low and even. “Obedient. Exactly what I wanted. Keep sucking. Hollow your cheeks when I pull back.”

Sophia followed the instruction, and her cheeks drew in. The pressure made Marcus’s cock twitch against her tongue, and he pushed deeper again. Her eyes watered, and a soft gagging sound escaped her, but she stayed in place. Her body shook harder, and her thighs pressed together while the wetness between her legs had soaked through her underwear and now dampened the tops of her stockings.

Marcus watched her the entire time. 

“Look at you. Quiet little librarian with a cock in her mouth and spit running down her chin. You’re taking it so well. Keep those eyes up.”

He fucked her mouth in a steady rhythm, not rough but controlled, and deep enough that the head pressed the back of her throat on every stroke. Sophia’s bound hands stayed on his thighs, and her fingers dug into the fabric of his trousers while her breasts swayed and her nipples stayed tight and dark in the cool air.

From far off came the faint roll of the janitor’s cart again, and the sound was distant but clear. Sophia’s body tensed, and the risk shot through her while fresh wetness flooded between her legs. She moaned around Marcus’s cock, and the vibration made him push a little deeper for a second before he pulled back.

“You like that he might hear,” Marcus said. “I can feel how hard you’re trying to stay quiet. Keep sucking. Don’t stop.”

He held her there for several more minutes, slow and deep with eye contact locked. Saliva dripped steadily from her chin now, and it soaked the front of her open blouse and the tops of her breasts while her face was flushed. Tears from the strain sat at the corners of her eyes, but she never looked away.

Marcus finally pulled out, and his cock left her mouth with a wet sound. A string of saliva connected her lower lip to the head for a second before it broke, and Sophia gasped for air. Her lips were shiny and swollen, and spit coated her chin and neck.

“Up,” Marcus said. He took her bound wrists and helped her to her feet, and her legs were unsteady. He turned her around by the hips and walked her two steps to a low bookshelf. The top of it sat at the right height, and he pressed a hand between her shoulder blades and bent her forward over it.

Sophia’s bound wrists rested on the far side of the shelf, and her heavy breasts hung free with nipples brushing the wood. Her skirt was still up around her waist. Marcus pushed her underwear down to her knees, and the cool air hit her soaked cunt. She was dripping, and fluid ran down the insides of her thighs in thin lines.

Marcus stood behind her. He ran one hand over the curve of her ass, then lower. Two fingers slid through her folds, and she was hot and slick. He pushed both fingers inside her without warning, and Sophia’s back arched while a soft moan slipped out before she could stop it.

“Quiet,” Marcus said, but his tone held praise. “Good girl for trying. You’re soaked. Dripping down your legs because you had my cock in your mouth and the janitor is still somewhere in the building.”

He fucked her with his fingers in deep strokes, and his palm slapped lightly against her clit on every thrust while the wet sound was louder now. Sophia’s hips pushed back against his hand, and her quiet librarian control cracked further. Another moan escaped, higher this time.

Marcus leaned over her, and his chest pressed to her back. His free hand reached under and cupped one heavy breast, squeezing the soft flesh. 

“Listen to you. Soft little moans in the stacks. You’re not so proper now. You’re bent over a shelf with my fingers in your cunt and spit still on your face. Tell me how it feels.”

“Full,” Sophia managed, and her voice shook. “Wet. I need more.”

“You’ll get what I give you.” 

He curled his fingers and rubbed the rough spot inside her, and Sophia’s legs trembled. Her forehead dropped to the wood of the shelf, and another moan broke free, louder.

The cart sound came again, closer than before, and Marcus did not stop. He kept the same skilled rhythm with fingers deep and palm grinding her clit while his other hand pinched her nipple hard enough to make her gasp.

“He’s still working,” Marcus murmured against her ear. “If he comes up here he’ll see you like this. Bent over. Bound. My fingers are buried in you while you drip on the floor. Does that make you wetter?”

“Yes,” Sophia whispered, and her hips jerked. She was close already.

Marcus felt her walls tighten and slowed his strokes. He pulled his fingers almost all the way out, then pushed back in with shallow movements that kept her right on the edge. Sophia whimpered, and her body tried to push back for more pressure, but he held her hips still with one hand.

“Not yet,” he said. “You don’t come until I say. I want you desperate.”

He edged her like that for long minutes with deep strokes that built her up, then slow shallow ones that left her shaking and empty. Each time her breathing turned sharp and her thighs started to shake, he backed off. Fluid ran freely down her legs now, and it soaked the tops of her stockings and dotted the carpet under her.

“Listen to how wet you are,” Marcus said. He added a third finger and stretched her open, and the sound was filthy and clear. “Dripping like a needy slut in the middle of the library. Quiet little librarian facade is gone. All that’s left is this cunt clenching around my fingers and those soft moans you can’t hold back.”

Sophia’s moans came easier now, soft broken sounds each time he thrust deep. Her glasses had slipped down her nose, and her face was hot against the wood while her bound wrists pulled against the silk every time her body tensed.

Marcus brought her close again. His fingers found the spot inside her and rubbed hard while his thumb circled her clit. Sophia’s whole body locked up, and her mouth opened while a louder moan started to rise.

He stopped completely with fingers still inside her but unmoving, and Sophia cried out in frustration, the sound muffled against her arm.

“Please,” she said, and her voice cracked.

“No.” 

Marcus held still until the peak faded. Then he started again, slow and building and skilled. He knew exactly how to keep her right there, and degradations mixed with praise in the same calm tone. 

“Look at you. Begging with your body. Ass up. Cunt dripping. You were made for this. Made to be used over a bookshelf and denied until you can’t think straight. Good girl for taking it. Good girl for staying quiet as you can.”

He edged her a third time, then a fourth. Each denial left her more wrecked, and her legs shook hard enough that she had to lock her knees. Sweat dampened the back of her neck and the valley between her breasts, and her nipples ached from the cool air and the way they dragged against the wood when she moved. The smell of her arousal was thick in the small space between the shelves.

The janitor’s cart rolled once more somewhere below them, and the sound sent another rush of wetness over Marcus’s fingers. Sophia moaned openly at it, and the thrill of possible discovery had stripped away the last of her restraint.

Marcus kept working her with fingers deep and strokes precise, always pulling back the second her body started to seize. Sophia’s quiet demeanor was gone, and soft desperate sounds left her mouth with every breath while her hips rolled helplessly and her bound hands clenched into fists on the far side of the shelf.

“You’re so close it hurts, aren’t you?” Marcus said. He pressed his thumb hard against her clit and held it there without moving, and Sophia sobbed once. “This is what I want. You aching. Soaked. Ready to come the second I let you. But not yet. I want you to feel every second of this need.”

He stayed like that with fingers buried and unmoving while her walls fluttered and clenched around him in helpless pulses. Fluid continued to run down her thighs, and the carpet under her feet was damp while her body trembled from head to toe and every muscle stayed tight with denied release.

Marcus leaned down once more so his mouth was at her ear. 

“This is only the beginning. I’m going to keep you right here on the edge until you can’t take it anymore. And you’re going to stay bent over this shelf and take it. Understand?”

Sophia’s answer was a broken whisper. 

“Yes.”

He began to move his fingers again, slow and deep, building her back up toward the peak he had no intention of letting her reach. The wet sounds of her cunt filled the aisle, and her soft moans mixed with them while the distant risk of the night janitor hung over every second. Sophia’s need grew sharper and more unbearable with each skilled stroke that brought her close and then denied her again.