by Robin Fate
When Anna turned her head and looked at Cole, she knew something was up. There was something in his hungry eyes.
Their boots and jackets taken off, Cole led Anna to a passageway ending with a nondescript door. Behind, there were stairs, a staircase leading down through the dark. Cole smiled as he sensed Anna shudder at the mere sight. He put his hands on her waist and gently steered her down the stairwell. When they reached the basement, the lights turned on as they had upstairs, but these were dimmed, a warm shade of orange. The room seemed empty except for a huge bed in the middle, ebony, with sculpted legs.
“Take your clothes off,” Cole ordered as if it was an entirely normal thing to say to your girlfriend.
And Anna obeyed. She didn’t feel bad about it; she wanted to do as he demanded and she knew there was a reward for her in it. Cole approached one of the walls and placed his palm on it. He pushed at it and some kind of drawer jumped out. So the room was opposite of empty… Cole didn’t rush it, so by the time he turned in Anna’s direction with a set of ropes in his hands, she was already naked, trembling—not of cold but of excitement.
“Come here,” he muttered and took her into his arms. He settled her on the bed and kissed her passionately.
It took him over a minute to take his mouth away from hers. When he did, he started smooching her neck, then aiming lower and lower. He traced the shape of her nipple with his lips and gently bit on the areola around it. Anna sighed. Later, his mouth embarked on a journey down her arm. Anna felt goosebumps rising on her body as he kissed her, but the apex was when she felt him tie her wrist to the bed. Her back arched at the mere thought of what would happen next. She shuddered under every kiss as he repeated the process with all her limbs. When he was done, he placed a single wet kiss at Anna’s womanhood. She moaned, asking for more, but he stood up. She could see him sizing her up like he used to do. It was so contradictory to her: on one hand, it made her feel like an object, on the other, if it was an object that she was, it was the most precious treasure Cole had ever had. On the other hand, it almost made her beg him to fuck her.
Ropes weren’t the only thing he had brought with him, though, and there was no way for her to fight or protest when he put a gag in her mouth and then tied a silk ribbon around her eyes. There she was blind, mute, immobile, his mercy the only thing her future depended on. She should have been afraid, but she was far too aroused to think about the unhappy alternative endings. She could hear some movements, the sounds of Cole undressing. She couldn’t wait.
When he lunged at her, she knew it had been worth it. He kissed every inch of her body with ardent passion, licking, biting, sucking, every moan Anna let out seeming to make him go faster and more ferocious. The only movement Anna was capable of as he pinned her to the bed was to arch her back slightly. She could feel the hard stone of his cock between them as he maneuvered over her body. He would have grabbed it with pleasure, but there was no way for her to do anything except to accept the rough treatment that made her pour down on the sheets. As if he had read her thoughts, he seized her breast into one hand, playing with her nipple with coarse, firm movements of his fingers.
After a few minutes of foreplay, Cole shifted his position—Anna felt it—and he positioned himself between her legs, ready to enter. She moaned as she felt him leading the tip of his phallus over her lower lips, sliding it up and down between them, caressing her clitoris. She wished to be able to let her own fingers do the job as all he did was mercilessly torture her, granting her some pleasure and then backing off… But suddenly he entered and the world fell apart about her, he ripped her open with one abrupt movement, shoving all his luscious inches inside her at once. The shock of it hurt even though she had an ocean flowing through down there. She screamed as he slid out and then entered her yet again, as his moves got faster and faster. She both heard and felt his balls slapping against her buttocks at a pace too fast to believe. He was like a machine, like a robot, fucking her in a steady, hot rhythm. Where she had yelled once or twice before, there was now a constant, uniform wail leaving her mouth, changing in tone with every push Cole directed inside her. She felt a harsh slap across her butt cheek, then another one on her breast, hitting her right across her hardened nipple. No moans, there were no more moans, just the rhythmical shoves, her howls, his grunts recurring more and more frequently, their bodies moving in a sickly fast unison… She came just as he began discharging his load inside her, a strong, sudden climax, the wave of rough pleasure seizing both of them as their moves slowed down and the last sounds of pleasure left their mouths.
In the end, that English Lit degree did bring her some good.
The Duo
"Oh, yes! Yes! Count! Yessss…"
Dottie screamed shrilly as a climax crashed against her, wave after wave of self-indulgent pleasure washing over her body as the Count had his way with her.
"Oh, damn." My cheeks hurt from smiling, my excitement over Dottie and the Count's consummation of their relationship after a hundred pages of build-up.
My ears twitched when I thought I heard something in the otherwise-silent library, and I sat up quickly, listening without my romance novel as a distraction. The place had been quiet all day, and as night crept in—a Saturday night, no less—I had no reason to think any patrons would actually show. My library was the oldest in the city, and lacked a lot of the flash and interactive play areas that the newer establishments had. Much like my old romance novels, the building had a certain old world charm and elegance to it.
Unfortunately, charm and elegance didn't bring in the people. Everyone wanted computers and TVs and touchpads. They wanted docking stations for their e-readers and charging ports for their phones. I could appreciate all that; I wasn't opposed to the world modernizing. Hell, I made use of said charging stations when I was stuck on campus all day and my phone's battery was facing the bitter end. But I enjoyed the way my library was designed, with its old stonework and arches, with pillars and beams and dusty old books that no one bothered to read anymore.
Plus, none of the other library techs wanted to work there, and without the competition, the job had been basically handed to me last year. I enjoyed the peace and quiet of the old building, spending most of my time working on my Master's thesis. However, some nights I needed a break—and filthy romance novels with unbelievable premises and dastardly characters were just what the doctor ordered.
I'd been a fan since my teen years, and a part of me always wished my life could be a romance novel with charming heroes and earth-shattering sex. Real life was much blander, that was for sure, and I wasn't about to get my hopes up. Even if people made fun of my romantic tendencies, I went through one novel a week, sampling from the library's extensive old paperback collection whenever the urge struck.
Sighing, I settled back into the cushy armchair, legs folded beneath me. Out the nearby window, I spotted a light smattering of rain painting the surrounding buildings, and I knew it was going to be a pain to get home once everything was closed up for the night. When there was no one in the building, my favorite spot to sit was in the reading lounge on the second floor. From there, I could enjoy a hot cup of tea and my favorite guilty pleasure while also keeping an eye on the front door from the nearby balcony.
I picked up my tea cup and frowned, realizing that the liquid inside had gone cold. I'd been so wrapped up in Dottie and the Count's lovemaking—the first time in the book thus far!—that I hadn't even bothered to nurse my tea, which had gone from piping hot to stone cold in less than a half hour. Drat.
Forsaking my book temporarily, I rose and was halfway to the coffee and cookie table near the reading lounge (the only "new" innovation my archaic head librarian had allowed) when I heard the bell on the front door tinkle. I paused midstride, frown deepening, and then made my way to the grand balcony overlooking the first floor of the library. Sure enough, there were people—men, in fact. Two of them. Dressed in wool coats, they hurried in, and I wondered if they were only there to get so
me shelter from the storm.
However, that thought went out the window when the pair made their way to the front circulation desk, both of them leaning against it as one rang the bell for service. I hesitated. Even from my position up top I could tell these weren't guys who frequented a library often, especially not my little ancient one. These guys ran boardrooms and wore power suits and drank martinis with models.
"Hello?" One of them managed to catch me ogling them, and a blush spread across my cheeks when he waved at me. "Can we get a hand down here?"
I said nothing as I turned and made my way to the thick staircase between the levels, too mortified that I'd just stood there and watched them like a creepy stalker instead of springing to action. Maybe they were lost. Maybe they needed directions to the nearest club—there was one a few doors down underground, and it was quite risqué from what I'd heard.
"Gentlemen. Sorry to keep you waiting," I said as I approached, offering them my most confident smile. God, they were dreamy—and straight off the pages of my romance novels, surely. Both were tall, yes, but the man with neat black hair and piercing blue eyes was a little slimmer than his blond, brown-eyed counterpart. Muscular. Well-dressed. Well-groomed. Both had perfectly straight teeth when they smiled at me, their eyes sweeping over my face and body as I hurried behind the front desk.
Trusty old desk. At least from behind it, they wouldn't be able to see the way I trembled with an odd mixture of excitement and nerves.
"What can I help you with?" I asked, already pulling up the city map on the ancient computer, anticipating their request for directions.
"We're doing research, actually," the dark-haired one said as his friend leaned on the high desktop, both of their eyes fixed to me—like predators eyeing up their dinner. I swallowed hard and nodded, but not really processing what they were saying. "The city's history… We're writing an article and we need some first-hand sources."
I raised an eyebrow. "So you decided to visit the library on a Saturday night?"
"Article's due Monday," the blond remarked, grinning at me, "and we've put it off for long enough."
I pressed my lips together to hold back a snippy comment: yeah, two days before a deadline was probably putting it off for long enough. Shaking my head, I did a quick search on the computer, then gestured for them to follow me. What they wanted was at the back of the first floor, near the old archival sections, and I managed to set them up with what they needed in just a few minutes.
They were a chatty duo. Caleb, the dark-haired one, was less talkative than his friend Ethan, but they both asked me my name, how I liked working at the library, what I was doing here all by myself on a Saturday night. Their attention was flattering in a way, but I was most thrown by the way they studied me. So focused. So interested.
Dare I say… too interested?
Once I had them set up with everything they needed, I made a swift escape for the circulation desk. Their names and faces looked somewhat familiar, and when I was sure they weren't watching, I pulled out my phone to look them up. I nearly dropped my phone in shock when I realized who I'd just helped: billionaire best friends Caleb Aberforth and Ethan Scolding. The pair came from old money and were the talk of the tabloids—which was probably why I hadn't recognized them right away. Although I loved my romance paperbacks, I couldn't stomach celebrity gossip. It was all crude and tasteless—and I wanted love and sweetness, with a good dollop of sexy sour too, I suppose.
I'd never spoken to anyone with such a huge net worth before, and as I shuffled back over to them, I felt like I ought to be waiting on them hand and food.
"Veronica," Ethan said as I approached, smiling, "we were wondering when you'd come back. We're both pretty terrible at research… Maybe you could give us a hand?"
"Oh, yes, definitely," I blabbered, my cheeks flushing when Caleb raised an eyebrow at me. Give them a hand. Hand…job. My mind was in the gutter after reading about the Count and Dottie's exploits, and being alone with two dazzling, sexy men wasn't helping any.
I did my best to help them find the sources they needed to add validity to their article, and even fetched them two cups of tea when I noticed my throat getting dry. They seemed appreciative of all my efforts, and before long, we were chatting about anything but the article. I didn't even mind that the end of my shift had come and gone. Rather than forcing them out into the storm, I closed up the library, put away the money that we had at the front desk in the safe, and joined the billionaire boys for a late-night gossip session. Then, as if we weren't breaking enough rules, Ethan produced a small bottle of spirits to add to our teas, and the night really kicked off.
I couldn't believe my luck. With my belly warm from the alcohol, though my mind still clear as could be, I tried to fathom any other experience in this old building that could match my Saturday night chats with two ridiculously handsome billionaires, but nothing could compare.
And it never would—not when Ethan closed the distance between us with a kiss. It shocked me at first. I'd been mid-sentence, telling them about the innovations myself and the other younger technicians were trying to input in our archaic filing system, and he just… kissed me. I pulled back right away, stunned, and then suddenly realized we'd been inching toward one another all evening; our chairs were practically on top of one another. Caleb watched from his position across the table, those bright blue eyes seeming to look right through me. Everything had gone quiet suddenly, except for my pounding heart, which I was sure people would be able to hear out on the street.
"You're an exquisite creature, Veronica," Ethan murmured, brushing my hair out of my face, his eyes fixed on my lips. "I don't mean to be so presumptuous, but—"
It was my turn to silence him with a kiss, and throwing caution to the wind, I threw my arms around his neck and dragged him close, our lips parting on impact. His warm tongue slid over mine, coaxing it out to play, and I felt my panties dampen as his hands wandered my body. It was cautious exploring at first, his large palm and fingers smoothing over my hips and waist, then up my back, and when he finally cupped my breasts through my t-shirt, I moaned, unable to believe that this was really happening.
It was real. I hadn't fallen asleep on my chair in the reading lounge, my mind full of juicy details from my latest romance. An honest and true billionaire was nibbling on my neck while another watched—the whole scenario made my pussy clench with excitement.
This wasn't me. I didn't normally let men who were basically strangers grope me by one of the research tables at my place of employment, but I felt safe with Ethan and Caleb. They'd spent the whole night lavishing me with their utmost attention, interested in everything I had to say, and I reveled in the idea that they would lavish me with their physical attentions now.
Fingertips trailed down my back suddenly, and I gasped, realizing that Caleb was no longer seated across from us, but behind me instead. As Ethan nipped and sucked on my neck, his hands climbing higher and higher up my thighs, Caleb tugged my shirt up, dragging the material over my head and tossing it aside. I inhaled sharply as the cool library air laved at my skin, my nipples noticeably hard beneath my bra.
I tipped my head back to study the man behind me, easily becoming lost in his eyes. He was sterner than Ethan in a way, less prone to laughter and smiles while we talked. He was the ice to Ethan's fire, and I suddenly felt that I needed both to counteract the effects of the other. Without a word, Caleb helped me out of my chair, my hand resting in his, and I shuddered as he pulled me back and licked me from the base of my neck to my earlobe. He moved slower than Ethan, more deliberately, but Ethan was not to be forgotten.
While I leaned back against Caleb, my free hand rested on Ethan's shoulder, and I gripped it hard when he unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles. Without thinking, I stepped out of them, my damp panties following seconds later. Caleb rid me of my bra, snapping the clasps open and sliding the straps down my arms. Heat flooded my skin, both from the embarrassment of being totally naked
in front of these two gorgeous men—and from the arousal of being naked in front of these two gorgeous men. I bit back a moan, clamping down on my lower lip as Ethan cupped me.
"So wet," he appraised, caressing his fingers along my pussy, almost deliberately avoiding my aching clit. I nodded, pleading with him to slip a finger in with my eyes, but I was soon distracted by Caleb as he pinched and flicked my nipples. The already-hard buds grew more erect under his ministrations, and I suddenly wished he'd take one in his mouth and use his teeth.
Fortunately, I wasn't left wanting for long. Sandwiched between the two bodies, both of them towering over me, I ached in frustration for a few moments as both men teased me, until Ethan finally grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the table. I went willingly, leaning back when he placed a hand on my stomach and pushed me downward. Caleb, meanwhile, casually strolled to the other side of the table, drifting out of my sight as Ethan lowered himself to his knees.
As soon as I felt the first lap of his tongue over my damp pussy, I was in heaven. I fell back the rest of the way, my head knocking against the solid wood of the research table, but I didn't even feel it. Bliss. Total bliss. His skilled tongue thrust in and out of me as his thumb massaged my clit, and just as I sat up to watch him, the very idea thrilling me, Caleb grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the table, effectively keeping me in place. I pouted up at him, but his steely gaze left no room for argument.
Seconds seemed to pass like hours, and before long, I was crying out as an orgasm ripped through me, Ethan's fingers pistoning in and out of my slick cunt as he worked my clit over with his tongue. It was better than any climax I'd ever had before, and I had no doubt that the taboo nature of two men and screwing at my place of employment made the pleasure that much sweeter.