The Library Dungeons And Daddies Novels & Stories

Fidez and I were in the library, and I was sitting on a chair naked. My hands were tied to the back of the chair while my eyes were blindfolded. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he kissed me there. I had been teasing him about the book I saw on his desk, which was full of spicy scenes. I knew it well because I’d read it before. It’s one of my favourites, even if the male lead is a bit of a red flag, because he’s so deeply in love with the female lead. Right now, we are reenacting a chapter from the book where they have a love scene in a library.

Some shelves leaned into each other overhead to form arches; others jutted out at odd angles like half‑built bridges. Words floated in the air above each massive section in glowing script, acting as district signs. DRACULA CASTLE. NEON GRAVE CITY. DROWNED CARNIVAL. MIRROR LABYRINTH. AUTHOR’S GRAVEYARD. GAME CITY. And more—titles that sounded like drafts I’d never finished, ideas I’d abandoned halfway through: TOWER OF ECHOES. FERRIS WHEEL OF TEETH. BUS TO NOWHERE. The ink rain had lightened to a fine mist under the library‑skyline, smearing into soft punctuation when it landed on spines.

“Do you always drive this late, Wilder?” He glanced at me in the mirror again, his eyes lingering a second longer than necessary. “Most nights. Pays better. And I like the quiet roads. What about you? College girl out this late? Library shift?” I nodded, smiling a little. “Yeah. I work at the main campus library. Shelving books, helping lost students. Tonight was extra busy with finals coming up. I had one drink after closing to unwind and now here I am. Probably should have just walked but the streets feel creepy at this hour.”

“Just… random scrolling. You know how algorithms are.” Mia snorted, not buying it for a second. “Uh-huh. Random scrolling straight to kink 101. Sure.” She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a grin. “But hey, no judgment. If you’re exploring, good for you. Life’s too short for boring sex. Just don’t forget to invite me to the dungeon party.” I elbowed her, hard enough to make her yelp, which earned us another round of stares. “Shut up,” I whispered, but I couldn’t help the reluctant laugh that bubbled up.

Inside the cabinet hung an array of gleaming leather restraints, handcuffs, heavy ropes, crop whips, and intricate, high-end restraints that looked incredibly dangerous and professional. Roe’s breath hitched, her heart stopping as she looked from the collection to the wicked smirk on her stepfather's face. "You're into BDSM?!”

The earlier teasing had left her aching for more. Her phone buzzed silently on the nightstand. A text from Alex: Come to the library. Now. I need to fuck you. Her heart raced. This was insane. Richard was literally ten meters away. But the addiction was stronger than reason. She slipped out of bed in a sheer black negligee, tiptoeing through the dimly lit halls. Alex waited in the lavish library, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling books. The moment she entered, he locked the door and pushed her against the shelves.

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

Controlling their minds, their brutal wolfish forms, filled me with euphoria and a satisfaction so potent it felt like a drug. I pass through the solid wooden doors of the library, and the air inside is different. The atmosphere is dense, saturated with the ancient aroma of books and the faint, restrained pulse of magic waiting to be unleashed. This is my refuge, where I am protected from the greedy, stupid gazes of the lycans and anyone who dares to intrude on my privacy. Here, where I keep the volumes any enchantress of my caliber ought to possess, I find a safe haven—though my true sanctuary, resting in the dungeon, remains inaccessible amidst the castle’s heightened activity. For now, th

Instead, we were in the box? “Hold on, did you make us smaller or the box got bigger.” I asked for clarity. “A little bit of both. I made the box bigger and transported our bodies inside.” Impressive. The library wasn’t gigantic, like the one in my castle, but it was an impressionable size. The wooden shelves contained layers of no doubt thick books about spells, magic and potions. Dahlia was a voracious reader so it was no surprise that her library would contain so many books. There was even a wooden staircase that led to another section of the library.

I moved like a shadow, hugging the walls, counting the breaths between my heartbeats. The moon bleeds red in three nights. Meet me in the catacombs beneath the library. The words burned in my skull like a brand. I reached the library doors—towering oak, carved with snarling wolves—and pushed them open. The scent of dust, decaying parchment, and ancient secrets hit me like a physical wall. The main hall was a cathedral of bookshelves, stretching up into darkness. Moonlight poured through the stained-glass windows, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor.