The Library

Sebastian

I lean back in the leather chair, swirling the glass of bourbon in my hand, watching the amber liquid catch the dim light. It’s dark now, the city skyline sprawled out in the distance in front of me through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all I can think about is her—Lilith. My Lilith. The way the light plays through the glass, flickering in shades of gold and warmth, it reminds me of her. The way her light slips into my darkness, cutting through it, igniting something deep inside me. How fucking beautiful it is, the way she brightens up the shadows, unknowingly stepping into the void. She’ll be on her way over soon, and the anticipation feels like a live wire beneath my skin, sparking, ready to burn.

The memory of her earlier today floods back, the image of her naked, my little Lilith, sprawled out on her bed, her hand slipping between her legs, fucking herself hard and fast while crying out my name like it was a prayer begging to be answered. The way she whimpered, begging for more, for me, as if I were the only thing that could ever satisfy her. Good girl. She’s starting to understand.

The image of her fingers moving in and out of her soaked pussy flashes in my mind, and I feel my cock harden at the memory. The way her lips parted, her back arching, her moans getting louder and louder as she came. And then she cried my name, over and over, like I was the only god she would ever worship. That was all I needed to hear.

But tonight? Tonight is when I’ll push her even further. She had no idea I was watching, had no idea I’d been watching her for weeks. She was so lost in her need, so desperate for release, that she cried out for me like I was the only thing that mattered, like I was the only one who could save her from the aching heat in her body. I shouldn’t have—no, I don’t regret it. I’d placed the cameras there for a reason, to watch her, to learn every intimate detail about the girl who’s completely under my skin. And today? She gave me a fucking show.

It was perfect.

I’d installed the cameras in her apartment before that first encounter in The Library, and it’s given me more than I could have ever hoped for. Every intimate moment, every secret she thinks she’s kept locked away, I’ve seen it all. She’s a virgin, but she’s no stranger to the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind go blank. The way she touched herself, how she spread her legs wide and let her fingers sink deep inside her pretty cunt, it was like she was begging me to come and fuck her.

And soon, I will.

I shift in my chair, adjusting the tightness in my jeans as the memory alone makes my cock throb. Watching her fall apart like that, helpless and wanting, it did something to me. I’m used to control, to having the upper hand, but with her, it’s different. It’s not just about power. It’s about possession. I want to own every part of her—the way she moves, the way she breathes, the way she comes. And she will come for me, over and over, until there’s nothing left but the shattered pieces of the girl she used to be.

But tonight, tonight is about something more.

Lilith thinks she’s coming here for answers, that she’ll confront me about whatever it is she’s been piecing together in that pretty little head of hers. She has no idea that I’ve already woven myself into her life in ways she can’t escape. And tonight, I’m going to take her to the edge of that realization. She’s been toying with the idea of submitting, of giving herself over to me completely, but she hasn’t let herself fall yet. Not all the way. But after tonight, there will be no turning back for her.

I glance at my phone again, her last text still glowing on the screen.

Lily: I’m on my way.

I smirk to myself, the thought of her walking into my space, into my world, makes my pulse race. She’s trying to be brave, trying to find some kind of footing in the darkness she’s only just beginning to explore, but I know better. She’s nervous. She’s uncertain. But most of all, she’s curious. That curiosity is what’s going to bring her to her knees for me. She craves the unknown, the danger, even if she won’t admit it to herself.

The click of the front door catches my attention, she doesn’t even bother to knock. I love that. I stand up, setting the glass of bourbon on the table beside me, the sound of my boots against the hardwood floor echoing in the quiet room. My entire body tenses, my muscles coiled tight with anticipation.

She’s here.

I know her footsteps by now. I’ve memorized the way she moves, the rhythm of her body as she walks. I can tell she’s trying to stay calm, but there’s a hesitation in her steps, a subtle tremble that betrays her nerves. Good. I want her on edge. I want her heart racing, her mind spinning. By the time this night is over, she’ll be a trembling mess, begging for what only I can give her.

When she finally steps into the room, our eyes lock, and I can see it—the mix of fear and excitement swirling in those wide, innocent eyes. She’s wearing that tight black dress, low-cut and dangerous, and goddamn, she’s fucking gorgeous. The way her clothes cling to her curves, the way her nearly black hair falls loosely around her shoulders, it takes everything in me not to close the distance between us and pin her to the nearest wall.

“,” she says, her voice soft, almost hesitant. She shifts on her feet, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her dress, a nervous habit I’ve noticed before. “We need to talk.”

I raise an eyebrow, leaning back slightly as I cross my arms over my chest. “Do we?”

Her lips press into a thin line, and I can see her trying to gather her thoughts, trying to figure out how to approach this. She’s unsure of herself, and it’s fucking adorable. She’s trying so hard to maintain control, but she doesn’t realize that she lost it the moment she walked through that door.

“Yes,” she says, a little firmer now. “We do.”

I take a step toward her, watching the way her body reacts to my presence. Her breath hitches, her pupils dilate, and I know—she’s already thinking about what happened earlier today, about the way I touched her, kissed her, ate her pussy until she came, left her wanting more. I know what I did today at The Library is fresh on her mind too. I wanted to fuck her mind too, not just her body. By the time I’m done, I will have it all- her mind, body, and soul. She may have come here with questions, but I know what’s really on her mind. She’s thinking about how my hands felt on her skin, how my lips teased her, how close we came to crossing a line she’s never crossed before.

I close the distance between us slowly, deliberately, my eyes never leaving hers. “You didn’t come here to talk, Lilith,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “You came here because you can’t stop thinking about me.”

Her breath catches in her throat, and I see the way her body tightens, the way her pulse quickens at my words. She doesn’t deny it. She can’t. She knows I’m right.

“I—” she starts, but her voice falters, and I can see the confusion, the conflict, playing out on her face.

I reach out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on her skin. “You’ve been fucking yourself, thinking about me. Crying out my name while you come, like I’m the only god you’ll ever know.” My lips curl into a dark smile, and I lean in closer, my breath hot against her ear. “Such a fucking good girl.”

Her body shivers, and I can feel the tension radiating off her in waves. She’s struggling to keep it together, but I can see it in her eyes—the need, the desire. She wants me. She wants this.

“I saw you,” I whisper, my hand trailing down her neck, resting on the curve of her shoulder. “I saw the way you fucked yourself, the way you came so hard just thinking about me.”

Her eyes widen, her breath hitching as she realizes what I’m saying. She knows I’ve been watching her. And now, she knows just how much I’ve seen.

“But you didn’t know that, did you?” I murmur, my hand moving lower, brushing against the swell of her breast. “You didn’t know I’ve been watching you all along.”

Her body trembles under my touch, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. She’s teetering on the edge of something she doesn’t fully understand, but she’s drawn to it, to me, like a moth to a flame. Like she’s the sinner and I’m her salvation, not the other way around.

“Why come all over your own hand when you can come all over my face again?” My words leave her stunned, her eyes wide, mouth parted.

I pull back slightly, giving her space to breathe, to process, but I don’t let go of her. My hands remain on her body, holding her in place, grounding her in the moment.

“You want answers?” I ask, my voice low and dangerous. “I’ll give you answers. But only if you’re ready to hear them.”

Her eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the struggle in her expression—the war between what she wants and what she knows she should do. She’s at a crossroads, and I’m the one guiding her down the path she’s too afraid to walk alone.

“Tell me, Lilith,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear. “Are you ready?”

I watch as her lips part, her breath shaky as she tries to form a response. She’s so close to giving in, so close to surrendering to me completely.

And when she finally nods, her eyes filled with uncertainty and need, I know she’s mine. Completely.

“You better be damn sure you’re ready, because once I give you the answers—and everything else you’re craving—you’ll be mine. And you’ll be crawling on your fucking knees, begging for more than just answers.”