One Hot Summer

by Alicia Sparks

  Her back stiffened as she felt a hard object run along the inside of her leg, teasing at her knee. Glancing down and back, she realized he had retrieved the old yardstick from under the counter. Mrs. Haberworthy had left it there when she’d retired, but Summer was pretty sure it had never been used for the purposes of sexual play.

  She opened her mouth to protest, but his hand closed over the her nape as the ruler ran further up to her leg, moving above her thigh-high stockings and stopping just short of her damp underwear.

  Her hands knotted into fists as she attempted to control her breathing, focusing on her racing heartbeat and the way his hand grazed against her skin, making her want to fall backward into him and show him just how bad she could be.

  “You’re very good, Summer.” A shiver went up her spine at the repeated mention of her name. “That mouth of yours that usually gets you in trouble knows when to be quiet. I knew from the moment I first saw you that you would be a star student. You come in here with your tight skirts and sheer white blouses that hint at the treasures you hide beneath them. What’s a man to do in that position?”

  “What do you want to do, Mr. Welks?”

  “I want to bend you over this desk and have my way with you, but I’m not sure if you’re ready for my brand of discipline yet. I’m not sure if you know what I mean when I talk about punishment. Are you? Do you?”

  Before she could answer, the yardstick moved from between her thighs and was planted firmly against her ass in a hard whack. The sting wasn’t as bad as the catch in her throat that refused to let her cry out, and the humiliation of being spanked by her boss wasn’t nearly as intense as the humiliation over the fact that she wanted him to do it again.

  “Yes, you’re quite ready.”

  The computer was forgotten, the keyboard pushed aside somehow by fingers she was certain were not her own. The hand on the back of her neck became more forceful, pressing her against the desk, forcing her to bend forward. She was all too aware of the slit in the back of her skirt and how it sat right against the bottom of her ass now, leaving him completely capable of seeing her black thong, thigh-high stockings, and garter belt. In a business such as this, it took sexy underwear to remind her she was a desirable woman beneath the librarian exterior. Unfortunately, that thinking had come back to haunt her.

  “I had a feeling you were sinful beneath your prim and proper exterior.”

  Slowly, he slid her skirt up further, exposing her bare buttocks. Biting her lip, she knew what was coming next…and she hated herself for needing it, for raising her ass a little and moving into the blows she was sure he would inflict. She couldn’t control herself, couldn’t fight the need that was clawing its way to the surface.

  When the yardstick made contact with her naked rump, the sting made its way straight into her pussy. She barely had time to react to the first blow when the ruler made contact again and again. With each stroke, her pussy creamed, and she found herself screaming out a release like she had never known. Quivering against the desktop, she felt her breath catch in her throat as tears stung behind her eyes.

  “Do you want more? Is this what you need, Summer?” Her name on his lips sounded like an endearment, and she somehow knew this was the language that would be used between them from now on. They would move between the language of domination and the soft tones of lovers, but first she had to get control of her emotions, which currently raged through her in waves.

  All she could do was nod her head and sob.

  “Are you certain? I would never harm you, Summer. I just want to make you feel. I want to know what you are hiding inside of you. Do you understand?”

  Yes, she understood, but there was no way to adequately convey that message, so she simply nodded again.

  “Come, then. I want you to undress in front of me. I want to see all of your body. Then I’m going to punish you in ways you never dreamed possible.”

  Chapter Three

  “I can’t breathe.” It wasn’t from the warmth in the building this time but the heat radiating from her captor straight into her veins. His hand released the back of her neck, and she raised herself away from the surface of the desk.

  “You aren’t ready.” His voice had returned to the hard, strictly business tone she was accustomed to him using.

  “That’s not it.” She turned, sure that unshed tears still sparkled in her eyes. “I’m just not… I’ve never…” But she had tried. It was her fault she’d never gone this far before.

  “I know, but I have. In fact, I know that right now, your pussy is so wet you can hardly stand it, and I know that you don’t understand why my bending you over the desk was such a turn on. I can teach you, if you are willing to learn. Will you let me show you? Let me demonstrate what you can do with that sweet little body of yours? I can take you to places you have never been.”

  “You sound pretty confident about that.”

  “I am. My past…the world I came from is different than this. I thought I could escape it with a regular job, live a life outside the realm of sexual fantasy. Then you broke down those walls when you came into the club. It was one thing to see you in class and another entirely to see you there, looking for trouble.”

  “I left before I could cause trouble,” she reminded him.

  “Yes, you left; did you ever regret it?”

  The question hung in the air between them. Of course she had regretted it. “Sometimes,” she admitted.

  “I think about it all the time. That night, I mean. These days, all I can concentrate on is controlling you, forcing you to do my bidding, making you come so hard it rattles your teeth.” A slight smile curled up the corners of his sensual mouth. “Have I?”

  “Not yet,” she lied. This was too much to take in all at once. She had read about this kind of thing but had never experienced it…including her aborted lesson with Master Marcus. If he’d felt even half of what she did a few seconds ago, this was going to be one wild night. Especially if she allowed it to go any further ‑‑ and, for some reason, she was certain that she was completely in charge of what happened next.

  “So, are you ready to find out how good it can be?”

  “I don’t know. I just…”

  “Touch yourself for me. You don’t have to show me a thing. I just want you to run your fingers along your soft folds and tell me what you feel. Are you still wet, Summer? Are you aching to know what happens now? Do you need to feel me inside you? Do you want to rub your clit with your fingers until you ‑‑”

  “Stop! I can’t think when you talk like that.” She shook her head furiously and straightened her skirt. Time to think. Need time to think. God, he’s gorgeous. His glasses had been forgotten somewhere along the way, making her realize just how deep a brown his eyes were. His hair, which was usually perfectly placed, looked as if he had just rolled out of bed, and a sexy smirk, one she hadn’t seen before, now resided on his full lips.

  “Tomorrow is July fourth. The library will be closed, but there’s a lot of remaining work to do to prepare for reopening the day after. We still have that new shipment of books to catalog, label, and shelve. It could take all night,” he teased. “We should get to it.” He ran a hand through his hair, and she longed to shove her fingers into the chestnut waves.

  “You’re right. I had forgotten.”

  “I hadn’t.”

  Her fingers trembled as she reached for the book she’d placed on the desk earlier. Grasping it as if her life depended on it, she turned to resume shelving.

  “You never answered me.” He reached for the volume, wrapping his fingers around it, hauling her closer as he pulled the book toward him.

  “About what?”

  “Your pussy. How damp are you?”

  “Very,” she murmured.

  “And the other? Do you want me to show you how it can be?”

  Her lips trembled as the word made its way past her lips. “Yes.”

  “Then I want you to undress slowly. I want to see all of
you and for you to give yourself to me as my pupil for the next few hours. Do you want that, too?”

  “Yes, but I don’t understand why you turn me on so much.”

  “There’s nothing to understand. All you have to do is feel. Does it feel good to you?”

  She nodded.

  “Just enjoy it. If I cross the line, you say something to bring me back. It’s a safe word. It means stop, but it can’t be the word “stop.” Something else.”

  “Internet.” It was all she could think of, and it reminded her of where she had first heard about this kind of love play.

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “That’s my word. Internet.”

  “Good. You say it, and I stop. It’s as simple as that.”

  Nothing about this was simple. She was completely out of her mind. There was no going back. He had already seen her at her weakest point, sprawled over a desk, her cunt quivering for him to take it into his hands and massage it to ecstasy. No, nothing at all was simple, she thought as she kicked off her heels and her fingers began unbuttoning her shirt.

  She heard him swallow hard when her lacy white bra was exposed. Tossing her shirt to the side, she stood in front of him and watched the fire flicker in his eyes the way she knew it would. He stroked his goatee in the same way he usually did, except now she was sure he was thinking of delightful ways to torment her body.

  Reaching around behind her, she unzipped her skirt, then let it fall to the floor. Carefully stepping out of it, she halfway felt like shielding her almost naked body. Her hands had moved to cover her bra, but when he opened his mouth to protest, she dropped them.

  “You are magnificent,” he said as easily as if he were admiring a work of art and not his nearly nude employee. “Let me see your breasts.”

  She unfastened her bra, and her breasts sprang free as the wisp of white lace drifted to land atop her skirt. She had worn her thong over her garter belt, as she generally did, so when she now hooked her fingers over the slip of material and began sliding it down her hips, her garter stayed in place. The wetness from her pussy slipped down her legs as the thong moved. Stripping completely free of the thong, she flung it aside along with her other clothing.

  “Leave the garters on, and wear your heels again.”

  She obeyed.

  “Now, you can finish shelving the books. I’ll let you know when I need you.”

  That was it?! She’d expected him to come forward, run his hands along her body, dip his fingers into her core, and bring her to orgasm. Instead, he wanted her to go back to work. She fumed.

  These games were uncharted territory for her, but she’d believed him when he said he was an expert. Her sense of adventure had clearly gotten the better of her, so she turned back where she’d left off before to continue placing the books in their proper places. The only problem was, her clit was painfully swollen now, and her pussy continued to quiver, spilling her juices onto her inner thighs. And her breasts were full, pert, ready for him to take a nipple into his mouth.

  Instead, he went back behind the counter and relogged into the computer, using the password that had started this all.

  So much for his promise that all this built-up lust and resentment would end tonight. Instead, it seemed it had only just begun.

  Chapter Four

  It had taken every ounce of strength in his body not to reach out to her as she’d undressed. Oh, how he wanted to explore the depths of her furry mound, test the weight of her breasts in his hands, and run his tongue along the inside of her neck. He wanted to feel her hands grasp his cock, squeezing too hard because she didn’t know how else to express the intensity of her lust. Instead, he’d watched her strip, then told her to return to work.

  It was all part of the act, part of the control. If she could obey him when he commanded her to work naked, then she would obey him when he made other demands of her. He’d known from the start she would be the perfect slave, the perfect pet, but he had never intended to take things this far, this quickly.

  She had visibly shivered earlier when he’d used the word punishment, and he’d been trained well enough to know what that meant. She was a submissive; she needed someone to show her that side of herself.

  With his back to her, he called out his next order.

  “Summer, take your hair down and shake it out.”

  The book she’d held in her hand fell to the floor, either by accident or from frustration. Whatever the reason, she didn’t verbally respond. He waited a few minutes before looking up to see whether or not she had obeyed. Good. Her hair hung in loose waves all the way down her back, caressing the top of her ass, enveloping her silhouette.

  He didn’t pay attention to the computer screen. Rather, he idly typed, giving the illusion of completing his own task, even as his mind was busily imagining the wicked things he’d do to her body while they waited for morning to come. One thing was certain, he wasn’t going to let her leave here tonight without sinking his cock into her body. All the resolve he’d had earlier tonight for finding out what made her tick came back in full force. By the night’s end, she would be his.

  * * * * *

  She was in the special collections section again; although it was 7:00 p.m. and the library had closed early, they’d been in no rush to leave as the following day was the Independence Day holiday. Still, she was unnerved by the way he’d basically ignored her until now. Two hours had gone by since he’d talked her out of her clothes and demanded she take down her hair.

  His voice interrupted her thoughts. “Have you been a good girl?”

  “Why do you want to know?”

  “That’s a smart mouth for someone who is supposed to be subject to my will.”

  “And how exactly could I obey your will when you’ve been busy?” She hadn’t realized how frustrated she was until the words came out. Sometimes, she wished she could think before speaking. Especially when all he did was smile at her words. “Is this part of the game?”

  “It’s no game, I assure you.”

  “Then why is it that you haven’t said anything to me? Done anything further?”

  “You need to learn when to be quiet.”

  She placed a hand on her hip, not sure if she liked this play anymore, especially considering she had spent the past couple of hours on edge, wondering when he’d come find her and put his hands on her again.

  “Are you still wet?”

  She wasn’t sure anymore. Her nerves were shot. Every time she’d heard a noise, she’d jumped, thinking it was him, remembering the way his breath had felt against her neck and how the yardstick had felt against her backside.

  “Move to the table.”

  She didn’t budge. Instead, she stared at him, trying to decode the hidden messages in his eyes.

  “Are you ready to use your safe word?”

  “No.”

  “Then do as I say; move to the table.”

  Her feet shifted before she was conscious of the motion. In moments, her ass made contact with the table.

  “Now, get up there and spread your legs.”

  She obeyed, gripping the edge of the table before hopping on it. Parting her legs, she watched as he approached. He moved two of the chairs out.

  “Put your feet on these and scoot down so that your ass is at the end and your pussy is positioned exactly where I want it. Then lie back.”

  Again, she complied, feeling herself growing wetter at his words and at the wonder of what he might do next.

  The table surface was hard against her back, but that perception was overshadowed by the progression of the discomfort at her core, the sensations from the blood rushing to her pussy. The flow pulsed between her legs, building up her longing to be filled with his hands, his cock, something… Need coursed through her, and it was a desire she could neither describe nor deny. At this point, she would fuck whatever he wanted her to. It was as if he had given her a drug that made her burn to fill her pussy and then rock herself to orgasm. Never had the ach
e to touch herself been so intense.

  “You’re being very good. Raise your head a little.”

  When she did, he reached for her, covering her eyes with a scarf she had left behind a few days ago. Tying it tightly around her eyes, he stroked her hair, reassuring her.

  None of this made sense, but she was so turned on, she was willing to wait and see what came next.

  “You’re such a tiny thing, I’m not sure you can accommodate my cock. I want to see how much you can hold first, so don’t move. Keep your ass still, and don’t squeeze with your pussy. Keep yourself open for me, or I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, her heart pounding in her throat as she awaited his next action.

  When he touched her, it was all she could do not to jump off the table. Her pussy quivered uncontrollably. He held something small and thin, but she wasn’t sure what it was as it slipped into her depths. Oh, God! It wasn’t enough, whatever it was. It was too small. Not enough.

  “I want to see how much you can hold. I have two packs of pencils here. Clean. Unsharpened. I’m going to slide them in one at a time until you are full. I want to see how many you can hold. When your little pussy is stretched so far that it can’t hold anymore, I’ll tell you what to do next.” A palm briefly flattened over her mound. “Don’t move.”

  One hand remained at her opening, holding her lips apart while the other worked, slowly, oh, so slowly, and slid in pencil after pencil. She counted five and thought she would die if he didn’t fill her up soon. The position of his hand against her cunt made it difficult to move, even though he had told her keep still.

  “How many now?” he finally asked.

  “Ten.”

  “And more to go. I bet your pussy stretches enough so you can hold a lot more.”

  Slowly, he inserted another pencil, rearranging the ones he had already placed inside her. His fingers pressed against her clit as he slid in another and another. Silently, she counted a few more, the pressure building inside her cunt. Somewhere along the way, she lost count. Her breathing became erratic as he continued introducing pencils inside her, spreading her pussy open, stretching her inner walls.