Chapter 1

Kris stood with her back to the counter, skirt already rucked up around her hips, wrists crossed behind her and bound with my silk tie. No contract yet — just the test. Her breathing was shallow, nipples stabbing through her thin blouse like they were begging for teeth.

I stepped between her thighs, forcing them wider with my knee.

"You read every page," I murmured against her ear. "You still came back."

She nodded, cheeks flaming. "I want to know… what it feels like."

I slid two fingers between her folds — slick, swollen, dripping already. She whimpered, hips jerking forward.

"Quiet," I ordered, curling inside her until she bit her lip bloody to stay silent. "Librarians don't make noise in the stacks."

I withdrew my fingers, smeared her own wetness across her lips, then pushed them back in while my thumb circled her clit in slow, punishing strokes. Her knees buckled; I caught her with my free arm around her waist, pinning her against the desk.

"Say it," I growled.

"Please… Sir… fuck me."

I spun her, bent her over the returns counter, yanked her panties aside. My cock was out in seconds — thick, leaking, throbbing from days of restraint. One hard thrust and I buried myself to the hilt. She cried out, muffled against her own forearm.

I didn't go slow.

Each snap of my hips drove her breasts against the cold wood, nipples scraping through fabric. I fisted her hair, arched her back until her spine bowed beautifully.

"Count the strokes," I commanded. "And thank me for each one."

"One… thank you, Sir…"

I fucked her harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin echoing between shelves like a secret she could never unhear.

By fifteen she was shaking, cunt clenching like a fist around me, begging without words.

I leaned down, teeth grazing her earlobe. "Cum for me, little librarian. Ruin the silence."

She shattered — body convulsing, soaking my cock and the edge of the desk.

I followed seconds later, filling her with pulse after hot pulse, marking her from the inside while she trembled beneath me.

When I finally pulled out, cum dripped down her thighs.

I untied her wrists, kissed the red marks.

"Next time," I whispered, "we use the contract… and the cameras."