Her tumblr is just a few days old and this is her very first post. She’s a new Library follower, and I love, love, LOVE the name of her tumblr. As she says, “We all have our secrets … somewhere for me to write without having a guard..write down my stories, erotica fantasies and all the other naughty thoughts that run through a dirty girl’s mind…”
Please welcome on to the dais to make her Library debut…
A little tease.. Pushing my skirt up and down by gliding my hands over my thighs sure made you look today.. I won’t lie.. I did do it on purpose.. It’s just to see you look, look away.. And look back from the corner of your eye.. The way you fidget with your hands as I reveal my thighs.. It’s all good fun.. honest..
Leading off the festivities this week is a new young writer who is also new to tumblr.
Stepping on to the dais to make his Library debut with his very first erotic story, please welcome…
I’m new to Tumblr -I started reading some of you on here and it inspired me to write more and post some of my stuff.
I really hope you don’t hate it. :) I would really appreciate any type of feedback.
Alice finally called. It had been months since I’d heard from her. I’d texted her on occasion, but nothing more than a quick hello from her, on her way to class. She must have been really excited to hear me, because her voice was shaking on the phone; she casually asked me to take her out for the weekend, despite not having seen each other for almost a year.
“This weekend? Ok. Sure.” was all I managed to say, I didn’t want to sound too excited. Honestly I couldn’t figure out why she wanted me to take her out. She used to be my best friend but she’d distanced herself since I confessed my feelings for her almost a year before. She was a mystery to me.
"James, what is with you?" my friend Paul asked “you’ve been waiting all year for her to call you, and now you’re gonna see her! And you’re acting like you’re not even excited”
"I just don’t know why she wants me take her out. She’s pratically been ignoring me for months. I’m confused."
"She’s a girl James. She obviously likes you. She wants to spend time with you.”
The next morning, Alice called again, asking me to go to her apartment as soon as I could. “Pack your bags, we will have the house to ourselves all weekend”. What a strange girl, I thought to myself, but I wasn’t going to miss out on this opportunity.
When I got to her place and I saw her my heart started racing; she looked so beautiful. There was something especially sexy about her that I’d never really noticed before. She gave me a big hug, then she offered to take my bags but I scoffed and told her to start walking, then took my bags and followed her inside, staring at her butt the whole time.
"Did some repairs, eh?" I teased her as I walked inside. It had been in a state of shambles last time I’d been there.
"Yeah, Carl did some painting." I gave her a confused look “Carl? You mean your boyfriend?” “My… ex-boyfriend. We broke up… two weeks ago.” She came close to me and grabbed my arm, "Hey, you’re not jealous now are you, Jimmy?" she smirked. I shrugged. "Whatever." I mumbled.
"Don’t mumble. I want to hear what you’re saying to me." she was drinking a cup of coffee. She looked at me provocatively. I stared back.
I’m really tall, over a foot taller than her, and have broad shoulders. All the girls I’d been with were fascinated yet intimidated by me, I always had control, but there was something about Alice that made me feel vulnerable. She kept staring at me, smiling. “What?” I looked down at my clothes, looking for a stain.
"Nothing." she turned away, took one of my bags and told me to follow her. I took my other bag and followed her to the guests room. I spent a few minutes unpacking, while Alice talked about things that didn’t really matter to me.
“So why exactly did you invite me over, Alice?” I finally asked. She blushed. Finally I felt she was going to be honest with me “I… I don’t know, I’ve been thinking about what you said to me, you know, last year and…” she looked down “I hope… I hope your feelings for me haven’t changed.” She’d never looked so vulnerable before, and I wasn’t sure how I was feeling. Was she about to say she loved me? Was that why she broke up with her boyfriend? Did she really break up with him or was this another one of her stupid games?
I looked at her but she kept staring at the floor, waiting for me to say something. I quickly scanned her body. Since I’d seen her last, she’d definitely grown. Her hips had widened, her breasts had grown, and her legs and ass were fit. Finally, she looked back up at my eyes and I hoped she didn’t catch me staring at her body, I cleared my throat and said “Well… Things have changed Alice, you can’t just call me out of the blue after what happened and expect things to stay as they were”
“But you’re here” she said.
"Yeah well, I had nothing better to do.”
“James I know I hurt you, but you were my best friend. You still are. And you knew I was dating someone…”
“Yeah well… Now it’s too late.” I walked out of the room and went to sit on the couch. Several minutes later she sat next to me.
We both sat awkwardly on the couch for what felt like hours.
"Want some juice?" she finally asked
"Um, okay." I shuffled into my room to change. I took everything off and I put on boxers and a black t-shirt. I walked back out, and sat next to her on the couch. She had a glass of orange juice for me. "Thanks." My leg brushed hers, and she looked down.
"You changed." she nodded, and put her arm around my waist from the side, resting her face on my shoulder, and hugging me. “Look, I’m sorry” I said, “me too.” I put my arm around her slowly, and hugged back.
"I love you, James." she mumbled into my shoulder. I just stroked her hair and the back of her neck. She cuddled closer to me, and closed her eyes.
"What are you doing?"
Sunday Saturday Morning
Welcome to the latest chapter of Erotic Storybook Saturday! It’s a lovely, lazy day today in Southern California and my baby is snuggled up against me. It might be awhile before we get out of bed. I suggest you do the same. Find your honey or your favorite toy, or just hold yourself and enjoy some of the Library’s offerings from around the Tumblr-verse.
Thank you for visiting our Library. Please enjoy your stay!
(Source: kyliemartinphotography.com, via kinkycasey)
So smooth… sensual… sumptuous… sublime… superb… and always sexy…
Returning to the Library dais, please welcome back…
She had imagined this moment — planned it, rehearsed it, really, prayed for it — since last Tuesday, when she met him at the bar with her friends. Over the week that followed, when he called her, when he texted her, when her thoughts drifted to the mystery in his eyes and the evident strength in his hands, her mind went blank and her fingers inexorably began to explore her own skin.
All week she had imagined his body on hers, of having him inside of her … all week she played the movie of her own surrender on an endless loop. But when she had imagined it, everything happened in a blur, in a sweep of rent clothes and violent desires.
She never imagined it like this.
He had helped her up from her chair, placed his hands on her hips and slowly — very, very slowly — turned her body, and bent her at the waist over the table. His hands moved over her body like water in a brook: silently, smoothly, but with a perfect inevitably. Gradually, methodically, he pulled her zipper down — she could almost feel each set of teeth capitulate individually — and his fingers began writing on her skin, edging down her spine, feeling the ripple of each vertebra as it passed under his touch.
She could hardly breath; she felt as if she had forgotten how. As he unwrapped her, he murmured praise of her beauty. He described his plans for her, told her precisely what he wanted from her body. His voice thrummed with power, low and thick and coarse, but she could barely hear him for the pounding of blood in her ears. Her heart beat furiously against her rib cage as it it was trying to escape.
Her skin flushed. Her nerves crackled. The sweet, desperate agony of anticipation punished and delighted her body.
He let her dress drop to the floor and took her bottom in his hands, cupping it, then kneading her soft flesh, and she heard her own desperate whimper. She needed him to touch her. She burned for it. A low frequency throb — a dull insistent ache — emanated from between her legs and spread from there, wrapping her skin in a blanket of thick enveloping heat. Her muscles began to constrict with anticipation of what was to come.
And when she heard the promise of his belt unbuckling, she wondered if the table was enough to keep her upright.
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In the Woods…
Up next we have a photo submission from a lovely exhibitionist whose tumblr is less than one week old. While her photo does not have a library or book theme, it is very well executed. Perhaps she’ll take a request and find a library setting for her next photo session? Pretty please?
Stepping on to the dais to make her Library debut, please welcome…
His Sleek Ride
Our first writer this week last appeared in the Library just over a year ago. She took a bit of a break from tumblr and recently returned with a flurry of new naughty stories. This particular scene is on my own personal sex bucket list.
Returning to the Library dais, please welcome back…
"So… do you like it?" he glanced at me from the corner of his eyes.
I didn’t return the look, “It’s nice”
“Is that all you have to say?” he scoffed.
I looked around at the new car, “Well it’s quite squishy, we won’t be able to do much in your car anymore.”
I glanced at him for his reaction. He was grinning now catching my meaning, “I’ll just throw you on the hood.”
I glanced away, my pussy wet at the mere words but my response a little indifferent, “I guess….”
I watched him walk around the car and open my door. I looked up at him, “It’s cold, what are you doing?”
He grabbed my arms and I refused to leave my spot, ending up in an awkward position, leaning onto him with my feet still planted on the car. His arms tightened around me and he lifted me right out. I grabbed onto him tighter, not used to being so far from the ground. He carried me like a child and placed me on the hood of his car. He lifted my legs and commenced to remove my shoes gently. A little flustered from the treatment, I watched him place my shoes in the car and retake his spot between my legs. He lifted them up, his fingers brushing over the smooth stocking as he wrapped them around his waist. So he wasn’t kidding, he was going to fuck me on the hood of his new car.
I felt the excitement build as I lined my body with his. He held me up, the hard surface pinching my skin as he shifted me, pressing more of his warm body against mine. The cold wind bit at my skin as his hands drew up my thighs. Excitement wasn’t just affecting me, I could feel him shivering, his breathing short and shallow.
I tugged at his belt loops and he stood up, slipping himself out of his pants. I felt his smooth skin against the lips of my vagina as he leaned above me, replacing the stiff jeans that was there before. I grabbed his ass, pulling him close as he slipped himself into me. He released a low moan before shifting in and out slowly, pacing himself. I could feel him sliding along the wetness, the motions smooth. I relaxed and arched back, the feeling of his thrust intensifying. He straightened up and his warmth disappeared. I looked at him and watched him lift my legs up over his shoulders. He planted a kiss on my ankle before looking down at me.
I wondered what he was thinking at this moment. Watching me, sprawled on his sleek black car, his cock still deep inside of me as I tried to hold back my moans from the world. He began thrusting his hips and I felt him his thick length push into me and then pull out, making all the nerves inside of me tingle along with him.
The cold breeze made me shiver and he leaned over, pulling me into his arms. I pressed my ear into his chest, listening to the beat, his harsh breathing as I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling of him filling me repeatedly. His breathing became rapid and I felt a wave of wetness gather at my pussy. My legs tightened around him, driving him deeper with each time he pressed into me.
“Are you going to cum?” he murmured, the question a rumble in his chest. I nodded, biting down on my lips as he continue rocking into me. I felt my body tense up as his thrust grew deeper and harder, his hip bone grinding onto my clit each time our body connected. I felt my stomach twist and my body tense up. I wasn’t going to be able to hold it much longer. I whimpered as his arms tightened and my world exploded. My finger dug into his jacket, my clit throbbed, my legs jerked around him as my hips rocked into him for more. My inner muscles tightened around him and he released a low moan. He clutched onto my waist and plunged deep into me as he came. He didn’t let me go as we caught our breaths.
I pulled his lips onto mine, kissing him deeply, enjoying the afterglow of sex. He pulled away with a smile, “That was hot.”
I nodded, I couldn’t deny that. Even now, when I see him leaning against his car waiting for me, I catch a glimpse of the past, of him fucking me upon his sexy car, out in the open wind where anyone could have seen us….
Clear and Present Danger
Welcome to the latest chapter of Erotic Storybook Saturday! I must apologize for the impromptu absence of last week’s festivities. This librarian was unavoidably detained. Today, the Library returns at full strength with sinsational submissions from promising newcomers and some of the Library’s most popular contributors.
Thank you for visiting our Library! Please enjoy your stay!
(Source: savingthrowvssexy, via fortheluvofdoms)
Hunger, Part 2
Up next is another returning writer. She very much appreciates all the comments, feedback and suggestions that she has received about her many stories. If you have relationship or sex-type questions though, she requests that you please send them to her other blog that she shares with her boyfriend, a-dirty-minded-couple.
Making her way back atop the Library dais, please welcome back…
Read part 1 here.
Cum is dribbling down my face as I lay there restrained and gasping for breath. Your cock twitches a few inches from my mouth and even after taking your huge load, I’m still eager for more. I watch you walk out of the room and return with a bottle of expensive champagne in a bucket of ice. Placing it on the nightstand, you take an ice cube in your hand and drag it across my lips. My tongue darts out for a lick and you watch my mouth intensely as I slip it inside and suck on it. It melts in no time and you reach for another one. This one gets pressed against my stiff nipples and sends me into a writhing mess.
You smirk and drag the melting ice across my chest to the other nipple. My eyes flutter as water starts to pool in the valley between my breasts. I let out a sigh and look up at you, noticing your impressive erection.
"You’re still rock hard," I murmur.
"I didn’t allow myself to cum all week. I’m not going soft until I’m satisfied, and I’m far from it."
You grab one more ice cube and shove it inside my pussy. I yelp and pull at the restraints which only make you chuckle. The coldness numbs me quickly and is followed by a dull ache of pain. You shove another one inside and I can feel the cold water dripping down my ass crack. You tease my pussy with one finger until the ice is gone and you are satisfied that I’ve suffered enough.
"Drink?" You ask and I nod. You untie just my wrists and pour two glasses. Handing me one, I tip it back and swallow it down. The bubbles tickle my throat and I let out a giggle. I hand you back the empty glass but you put it down instead of refilling it. I push out my lower lip and pout.
"On your stomach now," you order. "It’s play time."
My heart races with anticipation as I eye up my two gifts on the bed. I raise my ass up as you strip off your shirt and get behind me. My eyelids flutter when your hand touches my bottom. You’re soft and sweet - slowly caressing my cheeks and pushing your fingers between them. I let out a gasp and arch my back when I feel just a slight graze of your finger touch my asshole.
"I have wanted to spank and play with your big, beautiful ass the moment I met you. It’s so round and firm - perfect for punishing."
"I’ve been hoping for this," I gush. "You have no idea."
"Oh I do, don’t kid yourself. Your hints are far from subtle."
I stifle a giggle against the sheet and wiggle my butt.
"I know what you want before you know you even want it," you say. "And since you’ve been such a good girl and have followed my instructions perfectly so far…" You reach out beside me and grip the leather paddle. "You’ve earned a night like tonight."
I hear the paddle whip through the air and land hard on my right cheek. I shriek from the harsh stinging sensation rippling up my spine. Pain comes first and it catches me off guard. Before I have time to process it, you bring it down hard on my other cheek.
"You like that?" You growl.
"Yes! Fuck yes!"
You give each cheek two more hard whacks before pausing to rub my aching flesh. Your touch soothes me and gives me pause to gather all the strength I have to handle this. The pain is worse than I imagined it to be, but thank god for the little moments of pleasure mixed it. The more you strike me, the better I become at accepting it without flinching or tensing up.
You eventually switch things up and go for the cat o’nine tails; letting the leather strips softly tickle against my swollen ass, I wiggle around the bed and bite down on my arm to fight the pain. You pick up speed and slap the toy hard against my ass multiple times before pausing to caress with your hand. Back and forth this goes - slap, slap, rub, slap. You even drop in a few kisses to tease and excite me.
It doesn’t take long before I am whimpering and muttering incoherently. My pussy is dripping down my thighs and my head is spinning. By the time you switch back to the paddle, my whole ass is numb and tingling like pins and needles. This time the pain is muted to a dull ache. I count each strike in my head until you reach fifteen.
"Do you want to see? It’s quite beautiful."
"Yes," I whisper and take a deep breath. I hear the click of your camera and you perch your naked butt on the edge of the bed to show me. I suck in a breath and frown. "Jesus!" My whole entire ass is all different shades of red. I even see a few spots where dark bruises are already forming. I can make out a few heart shapes among the wreckage.
"Raise your ass up again."
You stand up and I hear a bunch of clicks as you take shot after shot. Your photography is what drew me to you from the very beginning. Just the thought of having a picture of my tortured bottom on display in your portfolio makes my pussy wet.
"God, your body is exquisite - so curvaceous and soft. I can’t stop myself from objectifying you and finding more things that turn me on."
I blush and drop down on the bed to give my sore back a break. You put the camera down and disappear behind me once again. I close my eyes to rest a moment and I feel your fingers prod at my asshole.
"There’s no time to waste, my pet," you murmur, "I’m ready to fill you up with another load."
I gasp and tense up as you force the tip of your middle finger inside me. I take deep breaths to try to relax myself. Leaning over my back, you kiss along my spine as your finger moves in and out slowly. I feel your cock on my ass and I spread my thighs wider. Your kisses lull me and my whole body feels like jelly. I sigh in relief when I hear you flip open the lid of lube and pour it on my asshole. You start to rub the head of your cock up and down my crack, covering it with lube. Grabbing my hips, you press against my hole and slowly start to work your way in. I exhale and close my eyes, gripping the sheets.
You take your precious time but eventually every inch of you disappears inside me. Reaching down you grab my hair and force my back into an arch. The way you fuck me is mesmerizing. Slow and deep; giving me time to relax and enjoy this rare moment. Our bodies move as one as you slam against my luscious ass. Moans and groans escape your lips. You quickly pick up speed. Your grip becomes tighter and your thrusts are rough and deep. I push back against you, feeling every inch force its way inside me. As much as I love this feeling, it alone cannot get me off.
“May I touch my clit?” I ask.
“Yes,” You growl. “But don’t you cum.”
I reach my right hand down between my thighs and waste no time. My clit is swollen and sensitive and is almost too painful to touch but I don’t care. I rub furiously as moans escape my lips. I can feel your cock swell and twitch. I love this feeling. Everything is heightened. I could cum in any second. You let go of my hair and my head falls onto the bed. Grabbing my hips so tight that I can feel your nails pierce my skin, you fuck me relentlessly. Grunts and sounds of skin on skin fill the room. I can’t hold back much longer.
“C-can I cum please?” I ask, as my hand shakes uncontrollably.
“No, not yet,” You respond, breathlessly. “I’m almost there. I want you to cum with me.”
I keep my finger pressed against my clit. The wait is excruciating. I push back against you and turn my head to look you in the eyes. I need you to see the hunger and desire I have for you. I’ve never wanted someone more than I want you right now.
“Fill me up. I want to feel your hot cum explode inside me!”
Your eyes flutter and you shove your cock deep. “Damn you!” You snarl. “Cum! Now!”
It doesn’t take much. As I push myself over the edge, you squeeze my hips and cum with a guttural groan. You keep thrusting a few more times and then collapse on the bed beside me. I watch your chest rise and fall as I cuddle against your naked flesh. Dropping a few kisses across your ribs and stomach, I eye up your slick, cum covered cock. I can’t resist! You suck in a breath as my tongue drags across the sensitive tip.
“That’s a good girl,” you murmur. “Clean up your mess.”
I lick every inch of your cock and balls until it’s dry and soft. The mix of cum, lube and my ass are intoxicating and delicious. I lose myself in the moment and begin to suck you off for me now, but you pull me off.
"Let me recharge first," you say.
"Okay," I pout.
"Don’t worry, little one, I am not even close to being finished with you tonight," you say and pull me close for a kiss.
Copyright © A-Dirty-Minded-Girl 2014
In This Moment
It has been several months since this poet’s last appearance in the Library. A visit to his tumblr will not reveal him. He writes, “i am not here tho these words have been.”
And what words they have been and continue to be.
Making his long overdue return to the Library dais, please welcome back…
in my moment of need
when desire has me
in its grip
i want to see the curve
of your hungry hips
offering to me
bending before me
of your heat
in my moment of want
in the grip of want
it is your eyes
to draw me in
to need you
beyond the want
your hunger haunts
and fills my mind
Dean & Lily, Part 1 - Gentle Dominance
A very promising newcomer gets things started this week. He keeps two tumblrs, one for images and one for erotic stories and poems written for hisadorablelittleone.
Stepping onto the dais to make his Library debut, please welcome…
This was my first story. I’ve since written two others featuring this couple, plus a fourth tale using an entirely different couple and setting. I hope you all enjoy.
Dean gave the door a quick knock before entering. He was a little early, but Lily was usually waiting by the time he arrived. He was surprised to not find her in the room. He checked his watch impatiently and sat on the bed, hoping that nothing would make her late.
They’d both been busy today, but they’d still made a point to steal what contact they could as they passed one another in the office. A soft touch here. A sneaked kiss there. Thousands of smiles filled with hidden promises. It had been difficult for him to concentrate, but somehow he had managed to stop thinking of her long, shapely neck just enough to get his work done. One of these days their interoffice playing would get them in trouble, but they didn’t care enough to stop.
ean shook himself from his reverie and checked his watch again. It had been all of 8 minutes. He wondered how in the world she could managed to wait for him every night. Another two minutes would drive him mad.
Just then, the door opened and in she walked, adorable as ever.
"Well, hi there," she replied and crossed the room to glance out the window at the darkening sky, paying him no special attention. "Someone came early."
She couldn’t help but grin once she had her back to him. It always made her happy to get a little extra time with Dean, but she hated letting him know that. His arrogance, no matter how playful, didn’t need encouragement.
Dean smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I’m a little early. Is that a problem?” His tone made it clear that he knew it was anything but, which sparked Lily’s pride.
She turned to face him and pointed to the door. “It’s such a problem, you should probably just go.”
Dean just smiled and shrugged before rising from the bed to move to the door. When his hand closed around the doorknob, he locked the door instead of leaving.
"I’d rather not."
Lily’s eyes widened in surprise for an instant until her pride caused them to flare just a little.
"Oh?" was all she could manage in reply.
"No." The word was final, leaving no room for discussion.
Dean turned from the door and slowly crossed the room to her, invading her space one slow, purposeful step at a time. Lily’s perfect skin flushed and she stumbled back a few steps toward the wall, causing one corner of Dean’s mouth to lift in a crooked grin as he ambled after her, stalking his prey.
"I’m rather intent on staying right here," he continued.
He loomed over her, fingertips barely brushing her inner wrists, and she took another step back with a nervous stammer.
"O… Oh…" Lily’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that tone of voice all too well. She took another step back and Dean followed, guiding her until she reached the corner and could escape no further.
"Going somewhere?" he teased and moved in close, tenderly taking her left wrist in his right hand and gently lifting it over her head to pin it against the wall, eliciting a soft sound from Lily. He held her there and gazed into her eyes for a moment, and her heart skipped another beat. Her eyes widened as he lowered his face to her sensitive neck and his warm breath washed over her skin. She tensed, barely able to breathe, much less fashion a coherent response to his question.
"I… I was just…. "
Dean reached down to her side and intertwined his fingers with those of her right hand, lifting it to join the other above her head. He leaned closer, his body not quite touching hers, his bearded cheek nuzzling her jawline an instant before his lips brushed over her earlobe.
"Just what?" he whispered.
Lily trembled visibly, shuddering a little more with each passing second, unable to focus on anything but his touch. Her neck was so tender and she ached for more. She mewled softly and tilted her head to the side, opening herself to him.
"Just…," was all she could manage in reply.
"Just remembering that you’re mine," he answered for her and lightly pressed his lips to her exposed neck. He loved to kiss her there almost as much as she loved to be kissed, if for no other reason than what he knew it did to the rest of her body. He kept the kiss soft and breathed in her intoxicating scent as she shuddered again and arched a little toward him.
"Yes," she breathed out softly, eyes wide and slightly glazed. She bit her lower lip at the confession and flushed even more.
Dean smiled and traced his fingertips down her left arm to caress her cheek, raising up to loom over her and stare down into her dark, beautiful eyes. “I’ve known since the first moment I touched you, Lily.” His fingertips continued lower, the backs of his nails grazing down her neck. Lily’s breath quickened at his touch, growing heavier and she could only moan in reply.
"You belong to me." He moved closer to press his lips to her forehead even as his hips pinned hers to the wall. Lily’s entire body shifted and she jerked her hips as his pressed in.
"You are mine," Dean whispered. "You can’t escape me, Little One."
Lily’s cheeks burned and she knew that they must be completely red now. Her eyes widened again and she could feel that her pulse hammered visibly in her neck.
Dean swallowed his growing hunger and took a half step back. Lily struggled to breathe as Dean stared down into her eyes and slowly unbuttoned her blouse from the top down, exposing more and more of her skin. Her body tensed with each button and her breasts quivered in anticipation. As the last button slipped free, Dean guided the blouse open to bare Lily’s belly and black lace bra to the cool air.
His eyes never left hers until he took a step back and purposefully dragged his gaze down her body, drinking in the luscious sight. Lily swallowed hard and blushed furiously, the color spreading across her body as she struggled not to cover herself. Dean smiled and nodded in approval as Lily remained still while he looked upon her.
Finally, he stepped forward once more and reached up to take her wrists in his hands again, slowly lowering them to her sides as he leaned in to softly press his lips to hers in the smallest hint of a kiss. Lily shivered lightly as he loomed over her again. She leaned forward to kiss him more deeply, wanting to taste more of him, and she tugged on her wrists, anxious to feel him under her itching fingers.
Dean smiled and leaned away from her kiss, shaking his head and tightening his grip on her wrists, causing Lily to shudder and whimper. The vulnerable sound shifted to a gasp when Dean stepped back once more and spun her around to face the corner. He lifted his hands to her shoulders and guided her blouse down her arms, stopping with it at the small of her back, keeping her wrists bound to her side.
She was helpless, unable to even see him now. She could not touch or taste, only listen and feel what it was like to be the object of his desire.
"I’m in control, Little One," he whispered and pressed his lips to the bared flesh of her shoulder and neck. A light nip sent her head falling back and she mewled again…