Part 46: link
“Dear God,” Arthur declares breathlessly as he walks into the bedroom. Guinevere is lighting a few candles, willfully ignoring the fact that they once again have electricity.
“Hmm?” she asks, blowing out the match between her fingers as she turns to face him.
“Um…”
Gwen has changed into her little surprise. She didn’t think it was anything much, but apparently Arthur is quite pleased. He doesn’t seem to be able to form words at the moment, she thinks. She cocks a hip to one side and places her hand on it, waiting.
A simple black negligee, short; ending just below her waist. There is a band of silver sequins just below her breasts, actually tastefully done, separating the flowing bottom half from the top. The top, boven is low-cut and ties behind her neck, like a halter, leaving most of her back exposed. Arthur inclines his head and sees a matching black panty peeking out below the negligee. Not a thong, but I’ll definitely have to take a closer look. He remembers the sight when he entered the room. They must be that other kind she likes, but higher-cut in the back, because I got quite the view there.
Arthur blinks a few times and strides over to her. Gwen thinks he is going to grab her and kiss her, but he stops in front of her, still taking her in. He reaches a hand out towards her, placing his palm gently on her cheek, stroking it with his thumb.
“You take my breath away,” he whispers to her. He slides his hand down and around to the back of her neck and gently pulls her face to his for a soft kiss, the kind she likes, the kind that makes her feel like the luckiest, most cherished woman in the world.
She pulls back from the kiss, her breathing heavy. “You take mine, too,” she breathes.
He gazes down at her for a moment, and she asks him, “So u like it, then?” with a sly smile.
“You need to ask?” he antwoorden her vraag with his own, pressing himself to her so she can feel his opinion of how she looks pressed against her stomach.
Chuckling, she leans up and kisses him again, reaching for his overhemd, shirt and pulling it up over his chest. He breaks the kiss and helps her remove his shirt, then goes back to kissing her, wrapping his arms around her, feeling the slippery material of her nightie under his hands before raising one hand up to rest on the bare skin of her back, under her hair. He feels the tail of the strap tied around her neck brush against his hand, but mindful of what he promised that morning, he resists the urge to pull it loose.
Her hands, on his chest, slide down as they kiss, reaching for his shorts. She opens the fly and unzips them, and with a gentle nudge they fall to the ground, pooling around his feet.
Arthur stands, immobile, obedient, as Guinevere pulls away from him. She places her hands on his chest, sliding them downwards. He closes his eyes, relishing the feel of her soft fingers on his skin, burning deliciously, as he anticipates her volgende action.
Her hand drops to the waistband of his bokser briefs. She hooks her fingers just inside and uses the elastic to pull him over to the bed. His eyes open in surprise, and he cannot stop the grin from spreading across his face.
Guinevere turns him so his back is to the bed, and she releases his waistband with a snap, making him jump slightly. Now it is her turn to grin as she returns her hands to his chest, her fingertips tickling his skin.
Arthur can’t take it any longer, and he leans down to kiss her. He claims her lips with his own and starts to inpakken, wrap his arms around her. Smiling into his lips, Gwen places her hands on his pectorals and suddenly pushes him backward, onto the bed.
“Oh!” he laughs in surprise. I’m actually amazed she was able to do that, he thinks, but she did catch me off guard.
She leans over him, finally removing his underwear. He closes his eyes again, feeling her hands slide up his calves, over his bent knees and up his thighs. She comes close to, but doesn’t quite touch, the part of him that wants most to be touched.
“Guinevere…” he groans.
“Be quiet, you,” she scolds.
Arthur opens his eyes and raises an eyebrow at her, and his is rewarded with a stern look from Gwen. He smiles and closes them again, leaning his head back. “Yes, ma’am.”
She climbs up onto the bed, straddling his stomach. He reaches for her, his hands itching to touch, explore, but she catches his hands, kisses them and places them back on the bed.
“Behave.”
Oh my God, this is going to kill me.
She leans over and kisses him briefly, keeping her mouth closed. She rains soft, feather-light kisses on his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids. She kisses the end of his nose, his chin, the side of his jaw. Leaning to one side, she takes his left earlobe into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue a few times, sucking on it and biting it gently before nibbling up the edge of his ear. She tickles the tender interior of his ear with her tongue for just a moment and feels goosebumps rise on his left arm under her hand.
Arthur’s breathing is getting ragged and it is taking all his control not to flip her over onto her back, tear her clothes off and plow into her. He can feel her body against his, the unfamiliar sensation of the satin fabric sliding on his stomach, her warm and moist lower region occasionally brushing against his erection, teasing him.
Her tongue continues its tour of him, sliding it down behind and below his ear down his neck. Kisses and bites are interspersed with seductive licks from the tip of her tongue. She reaches his shoulder, sliding her lips across the broad muscles there, out to the edge and back in to his collarbone, where she gently sucks at the skin.
Arthur tries again to touch her. He lifts his hands, thinking she won’t notice. She does, and she stops and looks at him.
Maybe I need permission. “May I?” he asks.
She thinks a moment, deciding. “Yes, u may.”
“Thank you.”
She smiles at him and returns her lips to his chest, scooting further down, her groin now directly over his.
He places his hands on the exposed cheeks that he saw earlier, caressing the skin that first caught his attention when he entered the room. She feels so good.
Gwen makes a contended noise in the back of her throat as she runs her tongue across his nipple, biting it gently and kissing it before moving across to the other.
Arthur bites his lower lip, her ministrations driving him mad with frustration and arousal. He moves his hands, carefully pressing his fingers into her center, outside her panties, noting their damp state as he does so. He smiles as she moans under his hands and does it again.
She slides further down and he can no longer reach her there, but his disappointment doesn’t last long as she kisses down his stomach, once again dragging her tongue delicately down their muscled contours, smiling as she feels him jump.
Suddenly he feels her take him into her mouth, noting vaguely that she has done so without using her hands at all. Finally. Then, Wow.
He groans again as she moves her mouth on him, sucking and stroking with her tongue, reaching between his legs to finally touch him with her hands, squeezing gently a few times before releasing him to run her hand along his thigh. Her other hand joins her mouth on his shaft, holding and stroking while she teases the tip with her mouth.
Arthur reaches down for her, tangling his hand in her hair, running it over her back. There is no reprimand, so he continues, reaching what he can, turning his hand to reach for her breast, over the fabric. He tries to slide his hand beneath it, and she brings one of her hands up and places it on his. Okay, then, he thinks, and keeps his hand on the outside.
She swirls her tongue around the tip of his manhood a final time, releasing him with a pop that makes him jump again. She leaves his lap and stands beside the bed, her hands on her hips, watching him as he watches her, a half smile playing on her lips.
What is she thinking there? Arthur is not used to this stern Guinevere, and while he finds her actions very… hot… the fact that she’s keeping him completely off balance is frustrating to him. And exciting.
“Sit up.” Her voice is an intriguing combination of seductress and schoolteacher.
He does.
“You may undress me now, if you’d like.”
If I’d like? He jumps vooruit, voorwaarts as if someone has jabbed him in the rear with a hot poker.
He stands in front of her, and she turns around, her back to him. He scowls (only because she can’t see him), but obediently lifts her hair out of the way to untie the straps behind her neck. He sneaks a kiss on her neck as he does so.
“Arthur…” she warns.
“Sorry.” He gently turns her back around, facing him again, and she lets him. He releases the ties and they fall down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him. His eyes drift down and his lips part, wanting so badly to plunge his face into her cleavage, to kiss and suck on her beautiful breasts until she can take no more. But she won’t let me. Unless, maybe, if I ask…
His hands come up, almost of their own accord, almost touching, but not quite. Instead he takes the sequined band in his hands, the only thing holding up the top, boven of the negligee, and lifts it carefully up over her head.
“Can I…” he begins.
“Not yet,” she interrupts him, having seen the look on his face.
He sighs, his hands opening and closing in frustration at his sides. She is too cruel, he thinks, then turns his attention to her knickers. Like I thought. Just… smaller. Little meer than a black rectangular band.
“I like them.” He looks up at her face.
“Good.” She rewards him with a kiss, her hands holding his face gently. This time she opens her mouth under his, still in control. Arthur places his hands on her hips, sliding his hands inside the waistband of her panties, starting to push them down and off.
She releases his lips so that he can remove her panties. He even goes so far as to gently lift each foot in turn to get them completely off. She allows him to kiss her feet as he does this.
Somehow I knew she’d let me do that, he thinks, amused.
“Lay down on the bed.” She motions with her head, indicating that he should lay down properly this time.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She climbs up and straddles him once more, leaning down to kiss him again, this time deeply, achingly, pouring her soul into him, making him moan into her mouth. She has one hand supporting her and the other has a handful of his hair, pulling slightly, adding another layer of sensation.
She sits back, sliding herself along his length briefly as she does so, and looks down at him.
“You’ve been very obedient, Arthur.”
“It hasn’t been easy,” he answers, his voice now slightly ragged. That’s an understatement. It’s been damn near impossible.
“I know,” she says, caressing his cheek. “It’s time u were rewarded.”
“What is my reward, my love?”
She ponders. “I’ll let u off the hook. All restrictions are now lifted.”
Don’t need to tell me a seconde time. Without warning, Gwen finds herself on her back with Arthur’s mouth on her breast and his hand between her legs.
“Oh! Arthur…” she gasps, grabbing his hair again, holding his head to her as he strokes her nipple with his tongue, teasing it into a hard nub with his teeth before biting it just hard enough to elicit another cry from her. He slips a finger into her, then back out and up along her folds, repeating this circuit a few times until she is writhing and moaning beneath him.
Her legs fall wider apart for him as his does this, and he kisses his way back up to her lips, parted and waiting for him.
“Now, Arthur. Please,” she tells him, reaching for him with her hand, pulling him to her.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says again, grinning like a vos, fox who has just found his way into the chicken coop. His grin quickly turns into a look of ecstasy as he slides into her, her guidance barely needed.
A noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh escapes her lips as he enters her, and her back arches with need.
Arthur moves slowly at first, torturing them both door prolonging the contact, but he quickly finds that he can no longer hold back and his tempo increases. He thrusts, faster, harder, and his hand finds one of her breasts. He kneads it carefully, sliding his palm over the already-aroused tip, the friction there a sweet burning torment.
“Oh, God… More, Arthur…”
More? He increases the intensity of his thrusts, hammering into her as hard as he dares, and he bends to kiss her. Trying to maintain both is difficult, so the kiss doesn’t last long. His hand at her breast squeezes a little harder, and he pinches her nipple a little harder.
“Yes…”
Arthur is past all thought as well as his climax is coming on and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to hold it off. Thankfully, Gwen seems close to the edge herself, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow, mouth open, gasping. She grabs his shoulders, digging her nails in and crying out just as Arthur pushes into her as deep as he can, releasing himself into her with a great growl.
He collapses onto her, completely spent.
“Oof,” she says.
“Sorry,” he mumbles into her neck and starts to roll off of her.
She squeezes him with her arms and legs. “No, don’t move.”
He settles back down, snuggling his face into her neck, a smile plastered on his face.
“That was so hot,” he says after a time, making her giggle.
“Okay, u can verplaats now,” she tells him, and he rolls them to their sides, withdrawing himself from her in the process.
“I love u so much, Guinevere.”
“I love you, Arthur,” she tells him, and he kisses her for a minuut of two. They are starting to feel a bit drowsy, and settle into the bed a bit deeper.
“What was that all about?” he finally asks, after they’ve cuddled under the covers.
“You gave me the idea. ‘I promise I will be completely compliant to your will tonight,’” she quotes him back to himself.
“I guess I didn’t think about the potential consequences of my words,” he chuckles.
“I do believe I heard u say something about loving it when I tell u what to do as well,” she reminds him.
“Well, that was in the middle of, well, u know. One can’t always be held accountable for things zei in a fit of passion,” he teases.
“So, u didn’t enjoy yourself, then?” she asks, knowing full well what the answer will be.
“Well, I’m not saying that u should progress into being a full-on dominatrix, but yes, I did enjoy it. Very much.” He kisses her again.
“You are very used to being in control, aren’t you?” she smirks at him.
“Mm-hmm,” he nods. “Which is probably why not being in control was so…”
“Exciting?”
“That’s a good word for it.” He grins at her. “Just don’t expect to be able to get away with that all the time, though.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. It wasn’t exactly easy for me, either.”
“Really?”
“Well, sure. I had to do all the work!” she laughs. “Seriously, though, that was the first time I’ve done anything like that.”
Now it is Arthur’s turn to laugh. “Well, u were very much the stern but naughty librarian, and I loved it.” He pulls her to him and kisses her again, lingering and tasting her lips until he feels something start to stir within him once again.
“Arthur,” she gasps, trying to speak, but he keeps kissing her, “you… we just… oh… mm... okay…” She gives in.
Part 48: link
“Dear God,” Arthur declares breathlessly as he walks into the bedroom. Guinevere is lighting a few candles, willfully ignoring the fact that they once again have electricity.
“Hmm?” she asks, blowing out the match between her fingers as she turns to face him.
“Um…”
Gwen has changed into her little surprise. She didn’t think it was anything much, but apparently Arthur is quite pleased. He doesn’t seem to be able to form words at the moment, she thinks. She cocks a hip to one side and places her hand on it, waiting.
A simple black negligee, short; ending just below her waist. There is a band of silver sequins just below her breasts, actually tastefully done, separating the flowing bottom half from the top. The top, boven is low-cut and ties behind her neck, like a halter, leaving most of her back exposed. Arthur inclines his head and sees a matching black panty peeking out below the negligee. Not a thong, but I’ll definitely have to take a closer look. He remembers the sight when he entered the room. They must be that other kind she likes, but higher-cut in the back, because I got quite the view there.
Arthur blinks a few times and strides over to her. Gwen thinks he is going to grab her and kiss her, but he stops in front of her, still taking her in. He reaches a hand out towards her, placing his palm gently on her cheek, stroking it with his thumb.
“You take my breath away,” he whispers to her. He slides his hand down and around to the back of her neck and gently pulls her face to his for a soft kiss, the kind she likes, the kind that makes her feel like the luckiest, most cherished woman in the world.
She pulls back from the kiss, her breathing heavy. “You take mine, too,” she breathes.
He gazes down at her for a moment, and she asks him, “So u like it, then?” with a sly smile.
“You need to ask?” he antwoorden her vraag with his own, pressing himself to her so she can feel his opinion of how she looks pressed against her stomach.
Chuckling, she leans up and kisses him again, reaching for his overhemd, shirt and pulling it up over his chest. He breaks the kiss and helps her remove his shirt, then goes back to kissing her, wrapping his arms around her, feeling the slippery material of her nightie under his hands before raising one hand up to rest on the bare skin of her back, under her hair. He feels the tail of the strap tied around her neck brush against his hand, but mindful of what he promised that morning, he resists the urge to pull it loose.
Her hands, on his chest, slide down as they kiss, reaching for his shorts. She opens the fly and unzips them, and with a gentle nudge they fall to the ground, pooling around his feet.
Arthur stands, immobile, obedient, as Guinevere pulls away from him. She places her hands on his chest, sliding them downwards. He closes his eyes, relishing the feel of her soft fingers on his skin, burning deliciously, as he anticipates her volgende action.
Her hand drops to the waistband of his bokser briefs. She hooks her fingers just inside and uses the elastic to pull him over to the bed. His eyes open in surprise, and he cannot stop the grin from spreading across his face.
Guinevere turns him so his back is to the bed, and she releases his waistband with a snap, making him jump slightly. Now it is her turn to grin as she returns her hands to his chest, her fingertips tickling his skin.
Arthur can’t take it any longer, and he leans down to kiss her. He claims her lips with his own and starts to inpakken, wrap his arms around her. Smiling into his lips, Gwen places her hands on his pectorals and suddenly pushes him backward, onto the bed.
“Oh!” he laughs in surprise. I’m actually amazed she was able to do that, he thinks, but she did catch me off guard.
She leans over him, finally removing his underwear. He closes his eyes again, feeling her hands slide up his calves, over his bent knees and up his thighs. She comes close to, but doesn’t quite touch, the part of him that wants most to be touched.
“Guinevere…” he groans.
“Be quiet, you,” she scolds.
Arthur opens his eyes and raises an eyebrow at her, and his is rewarded with a stern look from Gwen. He smiles and closes them again, leaning his head back. “Yes, ma’am.”
She climbs up onto the bed, straddling his stomach. He reaches for her, his hands itching to touch, explore, but she catches his hands, kisses them and places them back on the bed.
“Behave.”
Oh my God, this is going to kill me.
She leans over and kisses him briefly, keeping her mouth closed. She rains soft, feather-light kisses on his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids. She kisses the end of his nose, his chin, the side of his jaw. Leaning to one side, she takes his left earlobe into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue a few times, sucking on it and biting it gently before nibbling up the edge of his ear. She tickles the tender interior of his ear with her tongue for just a moment and feels goosebumps rise on his left arm under her hand.
Arthur’s breathing is getting ragged and it is taking all his control not to flip her over onto her back, tear her clothes off and plow into her. He can feel her body against his, the unfamiliar sensation of the satin fabric sliding on his stomach, her warm and moist lower region occasionally brushing against his erection, teasing him.
Her tongue continues its tour of him, sliding it down behind and below his ear down his neck. Kisses and bites are interspersed with seductive licks from the tip of her tongue. She reaches his shoulder, sliding her lips across the broad muscles there, out to the edge and back in to his collarbone, where she gently sucks at the skin.
Arthur tries again to touch her. He lifts his hands, thinking she won’t notice. She does, and she stops and looks at him.
Maybe I need permission. “May I?” he asks.
She thinks a moment, deciding. “Yes, u may.”
“Thank you.”
She smiles at him and returns her lips to his chest, scooting further down, her groin now directly over his.
He places his hands on the exposed cheeks that he saw earlier, caressing the skin that first caught his attention when he entered the room. She feels so good.
Gwen makes a contended noise in the back of her throat as she runs her tongue across his nipple, biting it gently and kissing it before moving across to the other.
Arthur bites his lower lip, her ministrations driving him mad with frustration and arousal. He moves his hands, carefully pressing his fingers into her center, outside her panties, noting their damp state as he does so. He smiles as she moans under his hands and does it again.
She slides further down and he can no longer reach her there, but his disappointment doesn’t last long as she kisses down his stomach, once again dragging her tongue delicately down their muscled contours, smiling as she feels him jump.
Suddenly he feels her take him into her mouth, noting vaguely that she has done so without using her hands at all. Finally. Then, Wow.
He groans again as she moves her mouth on him, sucking and stroking with her tongue, reaching between his legs to finally touch him with her hands, squeezing gently a few times before releasing him to run her hand along his thigh. Her other hand joins her mouth on his shaft, holding and stroking while she teases the tip with her mouth.
Arthur reaches down for her, tangling his hand in her hair, running it over her back. There is no reprimand, so he continues, reaching what he can, turning his hand to reach for her breast, over the fabric. He tries to slide his hand beneath it, and she brings one of her hands up and places it on his. Okay, then, he thinks, and keeps his hand on the outside.
She swirls her tongue around the tip of his manhood a final time, releasing him with a pop that makes him jump again. She leaves his lap and stands beside the bed, her hands on her hips, watching him as he watches her, a half smile playing on her lips.
What is she thinking there? Arthur is not used to this stern Guinevere, and while he finds her actions very… hot… the fact that she’s keeping him completely off balance is frustrating to him. And exciting.
“Sit up.” Her voice is an intriguing combination of seductress and schoolteacher.
He does.
“You may undress me now, if you’d like.”
If I’d like? He jumps vooruit, voorwaarts as if someone has jabbed him in the rear with a hot poker.
He stands in front of her, and she turns around, her back to him. He scowls (only because she can’t see him), but obediently lifts her hair out of the way to untie the straps behind her neck. He sneaks a kiss on her neck as he does so.
“Arthur…” she warns.
“Sorry.” He gently turns her back around, facing him again, and she lets him. He releases the ties and they fall down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him. His eyes drift down and his lips part, wanting so badly to plunge his face into her cleavage, to kiss and suck on her beautiful breasts until she can take no more. But she won’t let me. Unless, maybe, if I ask…
His hands come up, almost of their own accord, almost touching, but not quite. Instead he takes the sequined band in his hands, the only thing holding up the top, boven of the negligee, and lifts it carefully up over her head.
“Can I…” he begins.
“Not yet,” she interrupts him, having seen the look on his face.
He sighs, his hands opening and closing in frustration at his sides. She is too cruel, he thinks, then turns his attention to her knickers. Like I thought. Just… smaller. Little meer than a black rectangular band.
“I like them.” He looks up at her face.
“Good.” She rewards him with a kiss, her hands holding his face gently. This time she opens her mouth under his, still in control. Arthur places his hands on her hips, sliding his hands inside the waistband of her panties, starting to push them down and off.
She releases his lips so that he can remove her panties. He even goes so far as to gently lift each foot in turn to get them completely off. She allows him to kiss her feet as he does this.
Somehow I knew she’d let me do that, he thinks, amused.
“Lay down on the bed.” She motions with her head, indicating that he should lay down properly this time.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She climbs up and straddles him once more, leaning down to kiss him again, this time deeply, achingly, pouring her soul into him, making him moan into her mouth. She has one hand supporting her and the other has a handful of his hair, pulling slightly, adding another layer of sensation.
She sits back, sliding herself along his length briefly as she does so, and looks down at him.
“You’ve been very obedient, Arthur.”
“It hasn’t been easy,” he answers, his voice now slightly ragged. That’s an understatement. It’s been damn near impossible.
“I know,” she says, caressing his cheek. “It’s time u were rewarded.”
“What is my reward, my love?”
She ponders. “I’ll let u off the hook. All restrictions are now lifted.”
Don’t need to tell me a seconde time. Without warning, Gwen finds herself on her back with Arthur’s mouth on her breast and his hand between her legs.
“Oh! Arthur…” she gasps, grabbing his hair again, holding his head to her as he strokes her nipple with his tongue, teasing it into a hard nub with his teeth before biting it just hard enough to elicit another cry from her. He slips a finger into her, then back out and up along her folds, repeating this circuit a few times until she is writhing and moaning beneath him.
Her legs fall wider apart for him as his does this, and he kisses his way back up to her lips, parted and waiting for him.
“Now, Arthur. Please,” she tells him, reaching for him with her hand, pulling him to her.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says again, grinning like a vos, fox who has just found his way into the chicken coop. His grin quickly turns into a look of ecstasy as he slides into her, her guidance barely needed.
A noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh escapes her lips as he enters her, and her back arches with need.
Arthur moves slowly at first, torturing them both door prolonging the contact, but he quickly finds that he can no longer hold back and his tempo increases. He thrusts, faster, harder, and his hand finds one of her breasts. He kneads it carefully, sliding his palm over the already-aroused tip, the friction there a sweet burning torment.
“Oh, God… More, Arthur…”
More? He increases the intensity of his thrusts, hammering into her as hard as he dares, and he bends to kiss her. Trying to maintain both is difficult, so the kiss doesn’t last long. His hand at her breast squeezes a little harder, and he pinches her nipple a little harder.
“Yes…”
Arthur is past all thought as well as his climax is coming on and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to hold it off. Thankfully, Gwen seems close to the edge herself, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow, mouth open, gasping. She grabs his shoulders, digging her nails in and crying out just as Arthur pushes into her as deep as he can, releasing himself into her with a great growl.
He collapses onto her, completely spent.
“Oof,” she says.
“Sorry,” he mumbles into her neck and starts to roll off of her.
She squeezes him with her arms and legs. “No, don’t move.”
He settles back down, snuggling his face into her neck, a smile plastered on his face.
“That was so hot,” he says after a time, making her giggle.
“Okay, u can verplaats now,” she tells him, and he rolls them to their sides, withdrawing himself from her in the process.
“I love u so much, Guinevere.”
“I love you, Arthur,” she tells him, and he kisses her for a minuut of two. They are starting to feel a bit drowsy, and settle into the bed a bit deeper.
“What was that all about?” he finally asks, after they’ve cuddled under the covers.
“You gave me the idea. ‘I promise I will be completely compliant to your will tonight,’” she quotes him back to himself.
“I guess I didn’t think about the potential consequences of my words,” he chuckles.
“I do believe I heard u say something about loving it when I tell u what to do as well,” she reminds him.
“Well, that was in the middle of, well, u know. One can’t always be held accountable for things zei in a fit of passion,” he teases.
“So, u didn’t enjoy yourself, then?” she asks, knowing full well what the answer will be.
“Well, I’m not saying that u should progress into being a full-on dominatrix, but yes, I did enjoy it. Very much.” He kisses her again.
“You are very used to being in control, aren’t you?” she smirks at him.
“Mm-hmm,” he nods. “Which is probably why not being in control was so…”
“Exciting?”
“That’s a good word for it.” He grins at her. “Just don’t expect to be able to get away with that all the time, though.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. It wasn’t exactly easy for me, either.”
“Really?”
“Well, sure. I had to do all the work!” she laughs. “Seriously, though, that was the first time I’ve done anything like that.”
Now it is Arthur’s turn to laugh. “Well, u were very much the stern but naughty librarian, and I loved it.” He pulls her to him and kisses her again, lingering and tasting her lips until he feels something start to stir within him once again.
“Arthur,” she gasps, trying to speak, but he keeps kissing her, “you… we just… oh… mm... okay…” She gives in.
Part 48: link
