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His body’s gone too. For a moment, I stand still against the wall, half-expecting him to come back. Yet when I look behind me, I’m alone in the hallway. Son of a bitch. It’s morning, and I’m cutting the start of class to sneak to the bookstore. I have Debbie’s list of the popular BDSM series, but I don’t have to go far to find it. There’s a full display for it decorating an endcap. Debbie recommends the entire series, but I figure I better start with just the first. After consulting the list, I pluck the first one from the top of the shelf.

It was already evening, and the warm light outside slowly turned orange, and the day had felt unusually long but fun. Charlotte had spent the entire day at the tattoo and piercing shop *Ink Haven* with her friends. Ink Haven was cool, cozy and just a few customers were still around since it was already evening. The place smelled like ink, disinfectant, leather, and the faint smell of cinnamon rolls Daren was munching on. Which he always bought from More Bites.

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“Smells good. I’m starving.” Damien nodded toward the kitchen island. “Sit, both of you, the food’s ready.” They moved to the stools. Damien slid plates in front of them, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, toast on the side. Chloe sat carefully. The wooden seat pressed against her ass under the nightgown. Every shift of her hips made her swollen clit rub against the smooth surface. She squeezed her thighs together hard. The pressure only made the ache worse. She needed to come badly. Her pussy throbbed in time with her heartbeat, still slick from the grinding earlier. A fresh trickle of wetness slid down her inner thigh, possibly staining her nightgown but it won’t be visible since her robe cover

A warm weight, possessive. "Sleep. Tomorrow, there is the library. And all the other walls to come." He closes his eyes. His breathing becomes slow, regular. I stay awake a long time, watching the light play on the dark lashes resting on his cheekbones. His hand remains on me, even in sleep. An anchor. A chain. I think of the silent books. The mahogany shelves. The smell of wax and leather. My refuge. My territory. Tomorrow, I take him there. Tomorrow, I offer him a new battlefield.

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“Tuesday nights. The Spined Fox bookstore. We read everything from literary fiction to trashy romance. No judgment.” I took the flyer. “I’ll think about it.” “Don’t think. Just come.” I came. The Spined Fox The bookstore was everything I’d dreamed of. Old wooden shelves, creaky floors, the smell of paper and dust and something sweet from the café in the back. The owner, a retired English professor named Martha, greeted me like an old friend. “New face,” she said. “Welcome. We start in ten minutes. Grab a seat.” I sat in a worn armchair, clutching my copy of that month’s book—a debut novel about grief and gardening—and tried not to look as nervous as I felt.

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she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs. "Do you have it reserved already?" I ask hoping that was the case so I can grab one that's near the check stand of all the reserved books for their customers. I was starting to feel self-conscious of myself as I caught the woman still looking but shook it off as I had to work. "Yes it's under the name of Kennedy smith” she replies. I nodded and looked up the name, once got to the checkout stand, finding it rather quickly then did the whole check out process for reserved books before putting in a bag for her.