Page 153 of Librarian

The soft gasp as she tries to lower her arms and finds them trapped is ripped straight from my fantasies. The way her breasts jiggle as she rocks in her bonds is perfection.

I reach down and slap one, just to preserve the image for a little longer.

“Leo.” My name holds a plaintive note of complaint.

I slap her other breast in reprimand. Hard. The sharp crack resonates through the room as the rosy points of her nipples pebble in protest.

I pinch one, testing how much force she’ll let me use.

She cries out, and I want to bottle the sound.

No fantasy of mine has ever been this good. Her breasts literally overflow my hands as I cup them, soft and plump and just starting to turn the most delicate shade of pink from my attentions. I release her, retreating to my bag as I watch her pretty tits rise and fall with each shaky breath.

“When you’re like this, the word you’re looking for is ‘Sir,’” I correct.

“Sorry, Sir,” she answers, her lower lip jutting out.

North makes a little noise in the back of his throat, and I turn back to raise a brow at him.

He shrugs. “She’s always a brat about that with me. Should’ve known she’d behave for you.”

In the corner of my eye, I watch the lines around Kyrith’s mouth even out at the sound of his voice.

She doesn’t trust me to keep my promises, but I’m fixing that.

“What’s your safe word?” I ask, reaching out to trail a single finger up the inside of one of her thighs.

The muscles clench, but she’s spread open for me. Silken and vulnerable and mine.

For this moment, at least.

“Red to stop and yellow to slow down.”

I knew that already, thanks to the contract, but I reward her by stroking higher still, tracing the seam of her pussy, stopping just above the bundle of nerve endings that’s already swollen and begging for my touch.

She’s gorgeous and dripping. I want nothing more than to kneel between her legs and feast.

Maybe later.

I have a plan.

Kyrith digs her heels into the mattress, lifting her hips in an attempt to force my touch downwards. I back away, and the noise that tears from her is thin and tormented.

North tuts under his breath. “Bratting already?”

I smirk, reaching down into the bag and pulling out my toys one by one, laying them on the bed. Kyrie’s senses have to be working overtime while her sight is cut off, so I let them chink against one another.

“It’s her first time. Maybe I should go easy on her.”

As I say it, I lift a pair of tiny adjustable clamps from the pile of toys, my eyes still caught on her pretty breasts.

I’ve wanted to decorate them since I first saw them almost spilling out of her corset. I’m not wasting this opportunity. I have a set of clover clamps up in my room with her name on them, but I’m waiting to see how she takes to these first.

North grins, like he’s reading my thoughts. “She’s a pretty little pain slut. Trust me, she can take it.”

Kyrith bites her lip, and I free the abused flesh with my thumb, groaning under my breath as her tongue darts out to taste me.

Little tease. Fortunately, I can work one handed.