The Library

Sebastian

I step closer to her, the tension between us electric, crackling like a live wire. “You know why you’re here, Lilith.”

She swallows hard, her lips parting as she looks up at me, wide-eyed and nervous. Good. She should be. What I have planned for her is only the beginning. I step forward, fingers grazing her jaw, gently at first, then with more force as I tilt her head up to meet my gaze.

Without warning, I kiss her, hard. Possessive. This isn’t a kiss for reassurance; it’s a claim, a reminder of who she belongs to. My lips crush against hers, and I feel her body react, melting into me despite her nerves. She’s mine, and I want her to know it.

I break the kiss, my lips tracing down her neck, the tip of my tongue following the line of her skin. She shivers beneath me, a soft gasp escaping her lips, and I can feel her pulse racing under my touch. It’s like she’s fighting to keep control, but she’s already losing. That’s exactly what I want.

I grab the hem of her little black dress—fuck, she looks sexy, but she’s going to look so much better without it, with my come all over her face and breasts. I pull it over her head in one swift motion, leaving her standing there in nothing but her heels and a black lace thong. No bra. Brave.

A dark smile curls at my lips as I run my thumb across her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. I pinch it hard, earning a sharp cry from her lips, the sound sending a jolt of satisfaction straight to my cock.

“On your knees.”

Her breath hitches, but she obeys. Slowly, she sinks to her knees in front of me, her wide eyes never leaving mine. I can see the apprehension, the curiosity, and the desire flickering in her gaze, and fuck if it doesn’t make me harder than I already am. She’s been craving this. She’s been craving me. And tonight, she’s going to learn just how much she can take.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice thick with hunger. I run my thumb over her lips, tracing the soft curve before pushing it between her lips. She opens her mouth without hesitation, letting me press my thumb against her tongue. The feel of her mouth around me, even just like this, has my blood pounding in my veins.

“Do you want to please me, Lilith?” I ask, my voice dark, rough.

She nods, her eyes fluttering shut as she sucks gently on my thumb. It’s a small motion, but it’s enough to send a rush of heat straight to my cock. “You’re going to be a good little slut for me tonight, aren’t you?”

Her eyes fly open at my words, the blush creeping up her neck, but she doesn’t pull away. She’s too far gone for that now.

“Show me,” I command, my fingers tangling in her hair, tightening just enough to make her gasp. “Show me how much you want this.”

I undo my belt and the button of my jeans, I slowly start undoing the zipper and then stop. As I watch her slowly peel my jeans down, my breath catches, my rock hard cock springs out. She’s trembling and her eyes are wide, but I know it’s not fear. It’s anticipation. That’s the effect I have on her, and god, I fucking love it. She’s mine—she said it, but more than that, she knows it deep in her bones. Her body craves me, and she can’t hide it, not when her eyes flick up at me with that mixture of hunger and need.

“Now, be a good girl and show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do.”

Her gaze flickers up to meet mine, and then, without a word, she leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of my cock. Fuck, the sight of her mouth around me is almost too much. She’s tentative at first, her lips soft and warm, her tongue flicking hesitantly against the sensitive skin.

“Take it deeper,” I growl, my hand tightening in her hair, guiding her down until the head of my cock hits the back of her throat. She gags slightly, her hands gripping my thighs for balance, but she doesn’t stop. I can see her fighting for control, her throat constricting around me as she tries to take more.

“You’re going to take all of me, Lilith,” I murmur, watching her struggle, watching her choke on my cock. It’s fucking beautiful. She’s beautiful like this, on her knees, her mouth full of me, her eyes watering as she tries to keep up with my pace. “That’s it, good girl. Keep going.”

I pull her head back, watching her lips slide up my cock before pushing her down again. She gags harder this time, her throat convulsing around me, but I don’t stop. I guide her, slowly at first, then faster, forcing her to take all of me. I can hear the wet, obscene sounds of her struggling to keep up, her moans muffled by the thickness of my cock in her throat.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” I groan, my head falling back slightly as I start to lose control. “Just like that… fuck.”

She’s perfect, her beautiful red-painted lips stretched tight and wet around my cock, taking everything I give her. Her eyes are wide and filled with tears that spill over her lashes as she looks up at me. The sight of her crying and struggling, her lips painted with that deep crimson wrapped around me, her throat clenching as she tries to breathe—fuck, it’s more than I can handle. The contrast of her elegant, painted mouth against the sheer filth of what she’s doing makes my cock throb even harder.

I want to ruin her, and this is only the beginning. Those lips, once so perfect, are going to be wrecked by the time I’m done.

“Do you feel that, Lilith?” I grunt, thrusting harder, making her gag around me again. “That’s just a taste of what’s coming. You’re going to be so full of me, so fucking ruined by the time I’m done with you.”

I fuck her mouth, faster now, deeper, until her eyes are streaming with tears and mascara and her nails are digging into my thighs. She’s fucking beautiful like this, with her mascara running in dark streaks down her cheeks, tears mixing with snot and drool dripping from her mouth. Her lips are stretched around my cock, her face a mess of submission and desperation, and I’ve never seen anything more perfect. The sharp sting of her nails cutting into my flesh sends a thrill through me, and when I see the blood pooling beneath her fingertips, it only makes me harder. I’ll gladly bleed for her. Hell, the sight of blood drives me wild—a fucking bloodlust that makes me want to fuck her while we’re both drenched in it. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to her right now, nothing I wouldn’t give. And she doesn’t pull away. She’s fucking perfect, and when I finally let her up for air, she gasps, her lips swollen and slick with spit, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

I fuck her mouth faster now, deeper, until her eyes are streaming with tears and her nails are digging into my thighs even harder, like her grasp is the only thing keeping her from collapsing as my cock doesn’t allow her to breathe. The sight of blood, her nails carving into my skin, only turns me on more. I feel the tension building, the pressure coiling tighter until I can’t hold back.

I pinch her nose, while my cock is shoved down her throat, cutting off what remaining air supply she has left. I see the panic in her eyes as she tries to pull back, get free. But I keep my hand tight in her hair, keeping her from backing away. Her eyes start to get heavy as I come hard down her throat, the force of it making her choke. I let go of her nose, my cock still buried in her mouth, come drips from the corners of her swollen lips, down her chin, and onto her breasts. She looks up at me, gasping, her eyes wide and glassy with a mix of tears and lust. I look down at her, yanking her head up, my hand still fisted in her dark hair, and smirk. “Good girl,” I murmur, dragging my thumb across her swollen lips. “You’re learning.”

I pull her to her feet, her legs shaking slightly as she stands before me, her lips still parted, her cheeks flushed with arousal. Her lipstick is smeared all over her face from me fucking her mouth, and dark streaks of mascara run down her cheeks, evidence of the tears she shed while choking on my cock. She’s a beautiful mess, completely undone, and seeing her like this—ruined, desperate, and needy—only makes me want to push her further.

I brush my thumb across her swollen lips, smearing the makeup even more. “Your makeup’s all fucked up, darling,” I murmur, my voice low and rough, my gaze locked on hers, relishing in the way she looks so completely ravaged. I lean in, letting my breath warm her skin. “So fucking beautiful, though.”

She notices the blood she’s drawn from my thighs, her eyes widening as she pulls back for a breath. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice raw from having my cock shoved down her throat.

I smirk, wiping the blood from my thigh with my fingers. “Don’t apologize, Lilith,” I say, my voice dark with lust. “You have no idea how much blood turns me on.” I trail my fingers over her lips, smearing the blood across them before pressing my thumb to the tip of her tongue. “The sight of it, the feel of it… it drives me fucking wild. Knowing you’ll bleed for me, that we’ll both bleed for each other… it makes me want to fuck you even harder.”

Her body shudders, and I can see it—the way her eyes darken, the way she’s turned on by the blood too. She licks the blood from her lips, her breath hitching, fully consumed by the same primal desire that courses through me.

“Tonight was just the beginning, Lilith,” I whisper, leaning down to press my lips against her ear. “I’m going to fuck you in every way imaginable. And when I’m done, you’ll never be able to think about anyone else. You’ll only want me.”

Her breath catches, her body trembling against mine, and I know I’ve already won. She’s mine now, in every way that matters, and tonight was just a preview of what’s to come.

I lean back, smirking as I take in her ruined appearance, my come still on the corners of her mouth, chin, and tits.

I pull her into me more, watching as her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. She’s trembling now as she starts to cry at the unholy acts I just forced upon her, her body so fucking perfect, ready for me to ruin it in all the ways she never knew she needed.

She’s small, fragile in my hands, and I love how perfectly she fits against me. Her tits press into my chest, her body soft and pliant under my touch, making it hard to resist the urge to bend her over the couch and fuck her like a whore right here. But I won’t—yet. I can’t wait any longer, though. The need to fuck her is too strong.

Leaning down, I brush my lips against her ear and whisper, “I’m going to make you beg for it, Lilith. And when you do, you’ll fucking crawl to me on your hands and knees, desperate.”

She shudders, her breath hitching as my hands slide down her back, lingering at her waist. I can feel her trembling, the tension and need radiating off her. I know she’s a virgin, and after what I just did to her mouth, I’ll give her something halfway gentle. A girl like her might crave to be fucked like a whore, but not tonight. I won’t fuck her like that—not for her first time.

I take her hand, leading her to my bedroom as the opening notes of “i’m yours” by Isabel LaRosa softly begin to fill the air. With a quick swipe on my phone, the music plays through the speakers hidden throughout the house, setting the mood with haunting perfection. She pauses in awe for a moment, looking around the space, the dim lighting and sensual rhythm wrapping around us both. I guide her to the bed, her body responding to every step closer.

Laying her down gently on her back, I can’t help but watch as her eyes widen, taking in every detail of the room—and of me. I pull my shirt over my head, feeling her gaze lock onto me, drinking in the sight of my size, my tattoos, the raw power that radiates off me in waves. It’s like she’s searching for something deeper, like part of her is trying to see into my soul. If I had one.

I drop my jeans and boxers, stepping out of them, and come to lay on top of her, my body covering hers completely. She’s so small—barely 115 pounds—and I’m towering over her, 6 foot 7, 245 pounds of solid muscle. I know what I could do to her, how easily I could break her, and that’s why tonight I’ll be gentle. I don’t want to seriously hurt her. Not yet.

My hands thread through her hair, sliding down to her neck as I kiss her lips. I trail kisses down her jawline, her neck, and onto her perfect breasts. My mouth plays with her nipple, teasing it with my tongue, drawing soft moans from her. She has no idea this will be the only time I’m ever this slow, this gentle with her.

I continue my kisses lower, my hands sliding down her body until I reach her hips. With a swift motion, I hook my fingers into the sides of her black lace thong and slowly peel it down her legs, exposing her completely. I toss it aside, savoring the sight of her bare, glistening pussy. She’s still soaked from earlier, her arousal dripping down her thighs from choking on me, and it sends a surge of heat straight to my cock.

My hand slips between her legs, finding her clit, swollen and sensitive. I rub it in slow circles, watching her body react, before sinking two fingers deep into her slick cunt. She cries out, her body arching toward me, and the sound sends a jolt of need through me. I know I should take my time, savor the moment, but I’m already rock-hard again, and the need to fuck her is unbearable.

I kiss my way down her stomach, my mouth finding her pussy, tasting her again. She’s fucking delicious, and the vibrations of my moan send shock waves through her. Her hands slam into my hair, keeping my mouth locked in place. I grin against her, enjoying the way she’s lost control, completely consumed by me.

It doesn’t take long before she’s coming all over my face, moaning my name. . Hearing her say it, scream it, is all I need.

I kiss my way back up her body, feeling the tension in her muscles as I position myself at her entrance. Slowly, I slide my cock into her, inch by inch, stretching her tight virgin pussy. A scream rips through her lips as I bury myself deep inside, and her hands fly to my arms, fingers digging into my skin as she instinctively tries to push me out. But that’s never going to happen. She can try all she wants, but I’m not going anywhere.

I pull out just enough to see my cock glistening with her blood, the sight sending a primal rush through me. The urge to lose control is almost overwhelming, but I keep my pace slow, controlled, as gentle as I can be. I know this is her first time, and I need to ease her into it, even though every nerve in my body is screaming for more.

“Lilith,” I murmur against her ear, my voice thick with desire as I keep thrusting slowly. “I know it hurts, but you’re doing so good, baby. Just breathe.” I talk her through it, keeping her grounded as her body adjusts, knowing she’s starting to lose herself in the overwhelming sensations.

I fuck her like I own her—because I do. Every thrust is deliberate, deep, claiming her in a way that no one else ever will. Her body clenches around me, her pussy tight and dripping as I slam into her over and over again, each time pulling her closer to the edge. She’s crying, breathless, her nails digging into my back as she tries to hold on, but I’m not letting her off that easily. I’m not just fucking her—I’m breaking her down, piece by piece, until she’s nothing but mine.

Her first orgasm rips through her, her body tensing beneath me as she screams out my name, but I don’t stop. I don’t slow down. I pound into her harder, faster, my hands gripping her shoulders, pulling her closer to me as I go deeper. Her legs shake, her whole body trembling from the intensity of it, but I don’t give her a break. I’m relentless, and the sound of her moans, the way she’s falling apart underneath me, only pushes me to fuck her harder.

“You’re mine,” I growl, my lips brushing her ear as I thrust into her. “Every fucking inch of you.”

She whimpers, her eyes glazed over with lust, her body writhing under me as another orgasm tears through her. Her walls clamp down on my cock, tight and wet, and I groan at the feeling, my control slipping. Her screams echo through the room as she shatters again, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, locking me in place as she rides out the pleasure. Tears stream down the sides of her face, mixing with the flush of her cheeks, and I lean down, licking the salty streaks off her skin, savoring the taste of her surrender.

“Such a good girl,” I whisper darkly against her skin, my tongue trailing along her tear-streaked cheek, the satisfaction of her submission only spurring me on. The way her body breaks apart under me is a sight I will never tire of.

But I’m not done. Not even close.

I pull her legs over my shoulders, changing the angle, and I push in deeper, stretching her beyond anything she’s ever felt. Her body arches off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets as I slam into her, relentless and unforgiving. She’s begging now, incoherent, pleading for more, and I give it to her. Every thrust is harder than the last, and I can feel her body giving in, her pussy tightening around me as another orgasm builds inside her.

When she comes again, it’s even more intense than the last, her whole body shaking violently, her cries filling the air. I don’t stop, pushing her through it, dragging out every second of pleasure until she’s trembling, gasping for breath. Her nails rake down my back, cutting into me, her head thrown back in ecstasy, but I keep going, my pace unyielding, determined to take everything from her.

I can feel my own release building, the tension coiling tighter with every thrust, but I hold on, pushing her to another orgasm before I finally let myself go.

She’s barely recovered from the last one when it hits her again, her body jerking beneath me, her eyes rolling back as she screams, completely lost to the pleasure. Her pussy is so fucking tight, squeezing me like she’s trying to milk every drop from me, and it’s more than I can take.

With a growl, I bury myself inside her one last time, filling her completely. No condom. She’s on birth control, and I don’t care about anything else. She’s mine. The feeling of her body wrapped around me, so warm, so wet—it’s everything. My cock throbs as I come inside her, claiming her in the most primal way possible, marking her as mine.

I don’t pull out right away, my body still pressed against hers, my cock still buried deep inside her as I ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm. She’s panting, her body slick with sweat, her legs still trembling as she lies beneath me, completely spent.

I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re mine, Lilith,” I whisper, my voice rough with satisfaction. “No one else will ever touch you like this. No one else will ever have you.”

She nods weakly, her body still shaking from everything I just put her through, and I can see it in her eyes—she knows it. She knows she belongs to me, and there’s no going back.

We lay there in silence for a while, my cock still buried inside her, her body trembling in the aftermath. When I finally pull away, I kiss her once more and slide my jeans back on. She’s still lying there, naked, her pussy filled with my come.

“Come here,” I murmur, softer this time, pulling her close as she lies beneath me, her breath still ragged. I get a damp cloth and gently wipe away the tear-streaks and smudged makeup from her face, my thumb brushing her swollen lips. The tenderness is a sharp contrast to the way I just fucked her, claiming every inch of her body.

“You can stay the night if you want,” I offer, my voice low but firm, giving her a small bit of control after everything. “It’s up to you.” I watch her eyes widen slightly, the flicker of confusion still there, but now there’s something else—a glimmer of understanding, perhaps even gratitude.

She moves slowly, her body still trembling, and grabs her dress from the living room floor, but there’s no rush. She pauses for a moment, glancing back at me, as if waiting for permission or maybe an excuse to stay. Her lips part as if to say something, but instead, she just pulls the dress over her head, though it’s inside out—she doesn’t even notice.

I let her have that moment, a rare gesture of control in a situation I’ve dominated completely. “The choice is yours, Lilith. But either way, I’ll still have you.”

I watch her leave, the sway of her hips as she walks away, knowing she’ll come back. She has no choice. I’ve already taken root in her mind, and soon, I’ll take everything else.

As the door closes behind her, I lean back against the wall, my heart still racing. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her, and the thought of what’s to come only makes the anticipation sweeter.

I smirk to myself, running a hand through my hair. She’ll be back. She’ll come crawling back to me, begging for more, and when she does, I’ll give her everything. But not before I make her realize what it means to be truly mine.

The moment she fell to her knees before me, it’s like every twisted fantasy I’ve ever had about her is coming to life. The way she looked up at me, her eyes wide, filled with desire and uncertainty—it was enough to make my cock throb painfully in my jeans even after I had just came down her throat. She’s never done that before, but fuck if I won’t be the only man she ever does it for.

This isn’t just about pleasure. It’s about possession.

The moment she walked back into my house, I knew she was ready to be tested. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes were pleading, her body practically vibrating with need. She’s been mine since the moment she first laid eyes on me, and now it’s time to show her exactly what that means.