Page 155 of Librarian

“Fuck!”

Breath tickles my ear a second before North whispers mockingly, “I thought profanity was against the rules.”

Leo’s fingers curl against my g-spot, rubbing mercilessly. My body doesn’t understand. I arch into the pleasure, only for the clamps to tug sharply at my nerves in punishment.

Someone rips the blindfold off. For a second, I can’t do more than blink in the dim light. I glance down at my body, noting the pretty silver clamps and the jewelled chain dancing between them, before my focus is broken by Leo’s fingers scissoring inside me. North presses his lips to mine, stealing the little whimpers falling from my mouth. Then, just before I can get used to the kiss, he pulls back and fists my hair, dragging myhead up, forcing me to look across the mounds and valleys of my torso to where Leo is drawing his fingers free.

My whimpers turn to a cry of protest.

“We’re not done yet,” Leo promises, giving the chain a sharp tug as he sucks the shining fingers of his right hand into his mouth.

Then he lifts a thin, blue candle from a pile of toys on the covers.

Objections rise to the tip of my tongue, but in the moment, all I can say is, “Yellow.”

The cruel cast to Leo’s face softens.

In the same breath, North’s hand loosens, turning gentle. “Talk to us, Ice Queen.”

“Fire,” I whisper. “No fire around the books.”

Leo nods. “I wouldneverrisk lighting a real flame in the Arcanaeum. I’m using an illusion and a spell for heat.”

To prove it, he lifts a scrap from the waistband of his jeans, showing me the runeform. I study it, making sure, then give him a small nod and relax into the covers…only to tense all over again as I realise what he plans to do with that stick of wax.

“Will it hurt?”

Leo’s lip quirks. “The wax is body safe. It melts at a lower temperature, meaning there’s no risk of burning your pretty skin, but…yes. It will hurt.”

A flame lights the wick—the illusion indistinguishable from the real thing—and Leo demonstrates by dripping some of the wax onto his forearm.

His eyes don’t tighten. No noise of pain escapes from him.

“Would you like me to try it on your hand first?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He moves up the bed, uncaring of the wax spilling over his fingers as he tips the candle. Three tiny drips land in a line along the meaty part of my thumb.

Hot. Burning.

But not unbearable. North strokes his lips down my neck, and the combination twists my brain into knots. I can’t decide if I like it or hate it. If it’s pleasure or pain.

“You can say no.” Leo is still studying my face intensely. “I enjoy your submission and your pain, but only when they’re freely offered. I want you to like what I do to you.”

My jaw sets, my mind made up. “No. I…please, Sir. Please, let me try.”

“Good girl,” North murmurs in my ear. “You’re being such a brave little sub for us.”

The praise feels almost wrong coming from him, and I quirk my lip. “Well, when I find someone who can actually dominate me…”

His eyes roll, and he looks over at Leo. “She can take it. Mind if I borrow her mouth while you work?”

Leo pauses, then meets my eyes. “If you want either of us to stop, make a fist and stick your little finger out. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Show me.”