The Library

Lilith

H e opens the trunk, and there I am—bound, gagged, and completely helpless. I feel the cool night air hit my bare skin, making me shiver. My breaths come in short, shallow gasps. I can’t see him, but I know he’s there. I can feel his eyes on me, watching.

He lifts me out of the trunk, setting me down on the damp forest floor. My feet slip slightly, but his hands catch me before I can fall. My whole body trembles, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me.

I can’t see him yet, but I hear the sound of the mask as he secures it over his face. The sound makes my heart race even faster. I’m shaking, and I know he can feel it.

“,” he whispers, low and dangerous, as he rips the blindfold from my eyes.

My vision is blurry for a moment, but then I see him. The mask. The blood splattered across it, gleaming in the moonlight. The forest surrounds us, dark and suffocating. I try to speak, but the gag muffles my words, turning them into pathetic whimpers. I can feel drool slipping from my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto my chest.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. I’m helpless, bound, gagged—and his.

He pulls out a knife, and I freeze. I can’t stop the tremble in my body as he drags the blade slowly across my cheek. “You better run for your life, ,” he says, his voice smooth but filled with danger. My breath hitches in my throat, excitement and fear fighting for control. “Because when I catch you, I fuck you. And I will catch you.”

I feel my body tense for a moment, then the instinct kicks in. I take off running as fast as I can.

I don’t know where I’m going. The forest is dark, and I can barely see in front of me, but I run. My heart pounds in my chest, and I can hear my own gasps as I push myself faster. But no matter how far I run, I know it’s no use. He always catches me. He always wins.

I stumble over branches and uneven ground, my bare feet slipping on the wet leaves. I can feel the blood dripping from the small cuts on my skin, but I don’t stop. The fear, the thrill—it’s intoxicating. It makes my blood sing. I know I won’t get away, but I can’t stop myself from trying. When I fall, the impact is brutal, the rough earth scraping my knees, and with my hands tied behind my back, getting up is nearly impossible. I struggle, writhing on the forest floor, desperate to rise. My feet are already bleeding, cut open by rocks and branches, and every step sends a fresh wave of pain up my legs. The branches slap against my naked skin as I force myself to stand again, leaving streaks of blood and red welts where they’ve busted me open. But I have to keep running. Even though I know it’s pointless.

The woods are silent except for the sound of my ragged breathing and the rapid beat of my heart. I push forward, deeper into the trees, but it’s no use. I know he’s coming for me. I can almost feel his presence, closing in behind me.

I don’t even realize he’s there until his arms wrap around my waist, yanking me back. I scream into the gag, my body thrashing wildly as I try to fight him off. It’s futile, and I know it. He’s too strong.

“Shhh,” he whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Didn’t I tell you I’d catch you? You should’ve run faster, darling.”

My body freezes, fear and lust warring inside me. There’s no escape. I’m his now. Completely at his mercy. I feel him drag the knife across my thigh, just enough to make me gasp, but not deep enough to hurt me.

“You like this, don’t you?” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear. “You like the fear. It makes you wet.”

I can’t respond, but my body does. I’m trembling, but not just from fear. I can feel the heat between my legs, the slick wetness pooling there. He knows. Of course, he knows.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, leaning in close, the sharp edges of his mask brushing against my cheek, cool and rough against my heated skin. His voice is low, dripping with something dark, something dangerous. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re scared.”

His words hit me like a bolt of electricity, sending a shiver down my spine. I feel the blade of his knife lightly cut my stomach, just enough to make me bleed but not enough to really hurt me. My body reacts instantly—my pulse races, my breath quickens, and the fear that’s gripping me turns into something else. Something hotter. The way he says it, the way he looks at me like I’m prey, like he’s savoring every moment of my fear—it should terrify me, but it doesn’t. Instead, it makes me want him even more. Every twisted part of me lights up at his praise, the heat between my legs growing unbearable. I don’t just want him to see me like this—I want him to push me further, to make me feel things I’ve only dreamed about.

He spins me around and shoves me against a tree, my back arching as the bark digs into my skin. I’m shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and I can’t stop it. I can’t stop the need building inside me. He takes his finger, smearing the blood on my stomach, bringing it up to smear on my opened lips. Painting me like his very own twisted, dark masterpiece.

His hands are on me, rough and unyielding, and I feel the cool air against my skin as he undoes his belt. Just as quickly as he took it off, he wraps the belt around my neck, keeping one hand on the free end, tightening it as he pleases. I don’t need to see him to know what’s coming. The mask stays on. The gag holds my mouth wide open, and I can feel the drool pooling again as he forces me to my knees. My eyes never leave his, even as he shoves his cock into my mouth through the gag.

I choke, gasping as he thrusts deeper. The sounds of my wet gags fill the forest, and I know it’s making him harder. My body trembles uncontrollably as he takes control, fucking my mouth without mercy. I can feel the blood on my lips, the gag holding me wide open, and the wetness of my own spit and snot dripping down my face. But I don’t break.

“Fuckkkk, darling,” he groans, his head thrown back in pleasure. He thrusts harder, and I feel his cock pulse as he cums down my throat. I choke, gagging as the salty taste floods my mouth, my body shaking as snot and drool run down my chin. But the way he growls that word—“fuck”—and the way he calls me darling, it sends a fresh wave of heat straight to my pussy. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, soaked with the raw, filthy pleasure of it all. He’s bringing my darkest book fantasies to life, and it’s even better than I ever imagined.

He pulls me up roughly, releasing the gag from my mouth. I’m panting, my lips swollen, my face slick with blood, spit, and sweat. He lifts his mask just enough and crashes his mouth against mine, tasting the mess that’s all over my face. His hands are rough, possessive, and I can feel the heat of his need still burning in him.

“Say it,” he commands, his voice low and dangerous. “Tell me how much you fucking want this.”

My lips tremble, and for a moment, I think I might deny him. But I can’t. Not when I know what I want. “I want it,” I whisper. “I want you.”

“Good girl,” he growls, grabbing me by the hair and forcing my head back. His grip is firm, sending a shiver down my spine. “Now, run.”

My eyes widen in shock. Run? I barely have time to process his words before he shoves me away from the tree. I stumble, almost falling, but I manage to catch myself, my body trembling with the rush of adrenaline. He steps back, watching me with a look that makes my heart race.

“I’m giving you one last chance, ,” he says, voice dark and menacing. “Run. Run for your fucking life.”

For a split second, I hesitate. My eyes dart between him and the dark forest. The fear is real, gnawing at my insides, but so is the thrill. The excitement. Then, with a wild scream, I take off, running as fast as I can into the shadows, my heart pounding in my chest.

I can hear the forest around me—my ragged breaths, the crunch of leaves beneath my feet—but it’s not enough to drown out the thought in my head. He’s going to catch me. I know it. He knows it. But still, I run.

I feel the darkness closing in around me, and for a moment, I let myself believe I can get away. That I can escape him. But deep down, I know how this ends. I know he’s going to catch me again. And when he does… he’ll fuck me so hard, I’ll never forget who I belong to.

The thought sends a wave of heat through me, my legs pushing harder, faster. But I can hear him now—his steps, silent and sure, moving through the woods like a predator. My breaths are loud, panicked, and I know he’s closing in on me.

I’m scared. I should be scared. But the fear only heightens the pulse of desire coursing through my body. My lungs are burning, my legs feel heavy, and I know I don’t have much longer. I’m slowing down. Exhaustion is setting in, and I can feel him closing the distance between us.

I push myself harder, desperate to outrun him, but it’s no use. I can already picture it—the moment he grabs me, the look in his eyes when he knows he’s won.

And then it happens.

Before I can even react, his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back against him. A scream rips from my throat, but it’s not from fear—it’s from something deeper, something darker. He releases my arms from behind my back, and I melt into him, my chest heaving as he spins me around and slams me up against a tree.

The bark scrapes against my skin, raw and unforgiving, but I barely notice. My body is trembling, my heart racing, and all I can feel is him—his body pressed against mine, his cock hard and throbbing against my stomach.

“See, darling?” he growls, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “I will always find you.”

I look up at him, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. My lips are trembling, my breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps. “Sebastian… please…” I whisper, barely able to form the words.

“Please, what?” he murmurs, his hand trailing down my body, sliding right to my pussy. His fingers brush against my wetness, and I can feel the grin forming behind his mask. “Tell me what you want, . Beg for it.”

“I… I want…” My voice shakes, my body betraying me as my hips buck against his hand.

He slides a finger inside me, making me gasp. My legs shake as I try to hold on to any shred of control, but it’s slipping through my fingers. “What do you want, ?” he growls, leaning in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me, or I’ll leave you here, tied up and wet, with no one to fuck you.”

“Fuck me,” I breathe, the words spilling from my lips before I can stop them. “Please, Sebastian, fuck me.”

A dark grin spreads across his face, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. Without a word, he pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me aching and empty for only a second. His hand moves swiftly to his belt, and I hear the metallic click as he unbuckles it. He pulls his hard cock out, the sight of it making my breath hitch. He’s thick, painfully hard, and the heat of him makes me dizzy with need.

With ease, he lifts me into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as if I’ve always belonged there. My body trembles, anticipation and fear twisting together as he presses me back against the rough bark of the tree. I barely have time to catch my breath before he thrusts into me, burying himself deep inside my tight, wet cunt. The sudden stretch makes me cry out, but the pain is overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure that follows.

I scream, my body arching against him, nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks me hard, faster than he ever has before. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, pushing me closer to the edge. I can feel my body teetering, trembling with the force of my impending orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips as he slams into me again and again. “Come for me. Let me feel how much you fucking need this.”

And I do. I can’t hold it back any longer. My body convulses around him, my screams echoing through the trees as I come hard, my pussy clenching around his cock. The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming me entirely, and I feel the tears slipping down my cheeks, mixing with the sweat and blood on my skin.

But he doesn’t stop. He fucks me relentlessly, driving me higher, making sure I know that I’m his. That I’ll always be his.

As he slams into me one final time, the world fades away, leaving only him—his body, his control, his dominance. He’s mine. And I’ll never forget it.

* * *

My body feels like it’s floating, too drained and exhausted to even think. Sebastian scoops me up, his arms strong around me, and carries me back to the car. I can barely register anything as the cool night air hits my skin, goosebumps rising as I rest my head against his chest. I’m completely exposed, completely vulnerable, but in his arms, the weight of my limbs feels lighter, like he’s absorbing all my energy.

He opens the back door and gently lowers me onto the seat. The leather is cold beneath me, a stark contrast to the heat still pulsing through my body. I’m limp, powerless. My legs splay open slightly, my skin glistening with sweat and blood, and slick from everything we’ve done. Sebastian’s presence is overwhelming as he climbs in beside me, still fully clothed, every inch of him dominant and in control. I’m naked, raw, and he’s the one who holds all the power.

With a swift motion, he grabs me and shoves me through the small gap between the two front seats, pushing me forward, bending me over in a position where I’m utterly trapped. His hands are firm, calculated as he starts wrapping the seat belts over me, crossing them over my body, the pressure of the belts digging into my skin. One tight pull, then another, and I’m completely restrained. I can’t move.

The belts press against my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, locking me in place. The way he straps me in, buckling me so tightly, sends my heart racing again. My breath hitches as I test the restraints—there’s no give. I’m utterly at his mercy.

Sebastian leans in, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver through me. His voice is low, deep, dripping with dark promise. “I can be a lot of things, … even one of your book boyfriends.” That alone sends a thrill through me, and before I can even react, he slams his cock into me, hard and rough.

I scream, the sound ripping from my throat as he thrusts into me with brutal force. The seat belts keep me in place, pressing me down, the only thing stopping me from slamming into the dashboard. Every thrust rocks the car, every snap of his hips driving me closer to the edge. My body is pinned, helpless as he fucks me with relentless intensity, taking me in a way that’s pure, raw dominance.

The leather seat beneath me creaks with each brutal movement, but I can barely hear it over the sound of my own gasps and his grunts. The force of him slamming into me sends waves of pain and pleasure crashing together inside me. I’m powerless, bound by the seat belts, and the sheer force of him is the only thing I can feel, the only thing I can focus on.

My first orgasm hits me like a fucking wave, ripping through my body with a violence that leaves me shaking. I scream his name, but it’s swallowed by the night as he keeps fucking me, harder, deeper, driving me into another. The seat belts cut into my skin, the pressure against my breasts and stomach adding to the overwhelming sensation building inside me. My body convulses again as I come a second time, my pussy clenching around him, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, faster, harder, his cock slamming into me over and over until a third orgasm shatters me completely.

By the time he groans and cums inside me, I’m trembling, my body spent, weak. He pulls out, leaving me breathless, my skin damp with sweat, my legs shaking with his cum leaking out of my raw cunt.

I hear it then. The quiet snap of his phone camera. My eyes fly open, and fury mixes with the lingering arousal as I realize what he’s done. He took a picture of me—like this—strapped down, covered in sweat, blood and cum, barely able to move. I should be angry, but the rush of heat between my legs tells me otherwise. It turns me on, even as the anger rises.

He sees it in my eyes in the rear view mirror and laughs, a dark, teasing sound that only stokes the fire inside me. “I want a reminder for later,” he says, his voice playful but still holding that edge of dominance. The smirk on his face tells me he’s proud of what he’s done, and the worst part is, I can’t deny how much it turns me on.

Finally, he undoes the seat belts, the tight pressure loosening from my body as he pulls me free. I’m too weak to protest as he wraps a blanket around me, tucking me in like I’m something fragile. He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, the tenderness catching me off guard. One moment, he’s a predator, the next, he’s soft, careful, like I’m something precious.

He lights a cigarette as he climbs into the driver’s seat, and I watch the smoke curl around him as he starts the engine. The tension between us is still there, but there’s a strange calmness now, a sense of completion. It’s only as we drive that I start to realize how close we are to his house. The woods surrounding us, dark and endless, suddenly make sense.

“I own the whole one hundred and thirty-seven acres surrounding this place,” he says, glancing at me, pride in his voice. The land, the isolation—this is his domain, his territory. I’m just a part of it now.

The car pulls up to his house, and he gets out, coming around to my side. I can’t even move. Every muscle in my body feels like it’s been pushed to its limit, my mind spinning in a daze. Without a word, he lifts me out of the car like I weigh nothing, cradling me against his chest, his grip firm and possessive. I cling to him, the warmth of his body anchoring me, grounding me after everything we’ve done.

He carries me inside, through the door, and straight into the bathroom. I’m dazed, my mind still buzzing from the way he fucked me, every nerve ending still alight with the intensity of him. I barely register the sound of water running or the way his hands move with that same calculated precision he always has, like everything he does is deliberate—no wasted movements, no hesitations.

Sebastian lowers me into the tub, the warmth of the water soothing my aching muscles, pulling a sigh of relief from my lips. But I can’t relax entirely. Not with him hovering over me, his eyes never leaving my body, as if he’s still claiming every inch of me. His hands are gentle as he bathes me, running the cloth over my skin with a reverence that’s almost jarring compared to the ruthless man who had me pinned beneath him just minutes ago. His fingers trace the lines of my body like I’m something sacred, like he’s worshiping me in his own dark, twisted way.

He washes away the sweat, the grime, the blood, but I can still feel the imprint of him all over me—his grip, his dominance, the way he completely overwhelmed me. It lingers, even as his touch softens, his hands gentle. This shift between his brutality and tenderness almost breaks me. I feel tears sting my eyes, but I don’t dare let them fall.

Once I’m clean, he pulls me out of the tub, wrapping a towel around me with such care it’s almost surreal. He carries me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed with a tenderness that nearly undoes me. But I should’ve known better—Sebastian’s softness is fleeting. The second he has me where he wants me, his fingers grip my thighs, spreading me wide, exposing me to him completely.

Before I can even catch my breath, his mouth is on me. His tongue flicks over my clit, teasing, slow at first, but growing more insistent with every stroke. My body jerks in response, already overstimulated from everything he’s put me through tonight, but he doesn’t care. He’s relentless, devouring me like it’s the only thing that matters in the world, like he’s addicted to the taste of me.

I moan, the sound low and guttural, my fingers gripping the sheets as I arch into him, my body trembling under his expert tongue. He pushes me higher and higher, every nerve in my body lighting up, my skin tingling. I’m overwhelmed, teetering on the edge of sanity, but he keeps going, determined to wring every last bit of pleasure out of me.

It doesn’t take long before I’m shattering, my body convulsing under his mouth, my thighs clamping down around his head as I scream his name. He doesn’t stop, not even as my body spasms uncontrollably, not until I’m completely spent, my legs trembling, my breath ragged.

When he finally pulls back, I’m a mess—breathless, weak, and utterly consumed by him. My heart races in my chest, my skin damp with sweat, but the hunger in his eyes tells me he’s not done. He climbs into bed beside me, his body warm and solid, his cock hard and ready. Without a word, he slides into me with a slow, deliberate thrust, filling me completely. The sensation sends a shock through my system, but this time, it’s different.

There’s no rush, no urgency. This is slow and deep, every thrust dragging me closer to him, every movement deliberate and intimate. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight, and for a moment, I feel something I can’t quite name—a sense of completeness, like I was made for this, for him.

We fall asleep like that, his cock buried deep inside me, his body wrapped around mine. There’s no escape from him, not even in sleep. I’m his—completely, irrevocably his. And as much as it terrifies me, I know I wouldn’t have it any other way.