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Jack growled, stepping up into my space. He reached into a heavy leather bag on his workbench and pulled out a solid, polished steel cock ring. With a single, forceful shove, he snapped the cold metal ring tightly around the base of my shaft and balls, locking my erection into a throbbing, agonizing trap. I let out a sharp gasp as an intense, suffocating pressure shot straight to my core. The steel was merciless—I couldn't ejaculate if I begged for it. My pleasure was locked away, firmly under his control.

The late-study floor of the university library was nearly deserted. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a cool glow across long wooden tables and towering shelves. Outside the tall windows the sky had already gone dark. Most students had left hours ago. Only a few scattered figures remained, heads bent over books in distant corners.

“Is this really the library?” Maxill pointed this out at Chastine. He happened to be familiar with the urban environment. “Why, what’s wrong about it?” Juste was innocently curious at Chastine and Maxill's behavior towards the edifice in front of them. Chastine mulled over their current situation on whether they would step inside the unconventional book building or not. She told to Juste, “Libraries don’t usually look like these...” “Hello there!” There was suddenly a tall man with a steampunk suit and an over-the-top top hat who sneaked up behind them.

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“I’m talking to the guy who wrote the Ruffpunk series on Wednesday.” “I haven’t read that,” Saxon says. “I have,” Kip tells him. “You’d love it. It’s a historical fantasy set in a Tudor steampunk world, where Shakespeare invents a new form of magic using poetry and casts spells with his words. It’s fantastic, and it’s won loads of awards. It’s quite a coup to get the author on.” “I’ll definitely listen in,” Saxon says. “I’d like to read that.” “She did an AMA on Reddit,” Kip says. “She had so many questions.”

“Such a good little slut for your professor.” He spun her around and pressed her front against the shelves, the spines of old books digging into her heavy breasts. He flipped her skirt up, exposing her thick ass and already dripping pussy to the cool library air. “Anyone could walk by,” he whispered, spanking her hard enough to make her ass jiggle. “But you don’t care, do you? You want me to fuck you right here where we could get caught.” “Yes, Sir,” Ava whimpered, pushing back against him.

The heavy double doors of Velvet Chains whispered shut behind Elena Hart with a soft, ominous click that echoed through her bones. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs as she stepped into the dimly lit lounge. The air was thick with the scent of aged leather, dark musk, expensive perfume, and raw, unfiltered sex.

So you're a big Lovecraft fan? - Definitely. A thousand times more Cthulhu than any shining vampire. - She smiled. — I like some fantasy books. Writers like Laurell K. Hamilton and Patricia Briggs, who take ancient legends like vampires and werewolves and bring them to the contemporary world. There's this amazing author called SC Green who wrote these dark steampunk books set in dinosaur-infested Georgian London. My friend Derek referred me. He is always giving me new books to read. He's studying mythology, so he likes that sort of thing. — What is your favorite creature?

Nora's POV The bookstore always felt different after midnight. The daytime noise, the scrape of chair legs, the low chatter, the soft thud of books being shelved and drained out of the place like water leaving a tub. What remained was the low hum of the fluorescent lights, the occasional sigh of the heating vents, and the dry, sweet smell of paper that had been waiting on shelves longer than most of the customers had been alive. I had worked the late shift at Hollow & Page for almost fourteen months, and I still noticed the quiet the moment it settled.

‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.