my bright red fingernail for extra emphasis. “Seems B. Rice has been a very naughty boy. How do you think he should be punished?”
He steps back to let me step inside. “Handcuffs at the very least. And a pat-down.”
I lean in and slowly trail my finger from the middle of his chest down to right above his belt. “That can be arranged. But for right now, I have a much better idea.”
He reaches for the box. “Why did you bring a book thief a package—seems pretty strange?”
I snatch it away. “Uh, uh, uh. That’s a present for me not for you.”
“You wrapped your own present. Ms. Diamond, you’re the strangest librarian I’ve ever met.”
“Wow, rude too. I think we should add a spanking to your growing list of punishments.”
His lips tug upward. “Are you going to put me over your knee for my… spanking? Because if you do, I might look up your skirt. I might even trail my fingertips along your inner thighs and see if your naughty pussy is slick and wet.”
I slap his hand away. “Don’t push your luck with your dirty words. It’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, B. Rice.”
I move to the coffee table, being sure to wiggle my ass in my tight skirt and grab the remote. The blinds raise and we get a beautiful sightline of Duluth from the floor-to-ceiling windows. But more importantly, as this little theater plays out, I want a clear view of everything.
I slap my hands together. “Your punishment is about to commence. Take off your clothes and lay on the floor. Right there.”
A cheeky grin plays on his lips and he points. “Right there? Without my clothes?”
I peek at him over the rim of my glasses, so my hair falls forward. “You must be thick in the head. I said on your back. Naked as the day you were born.”
“So much for my spanking,” he mumbles, tugging off his polo and then going to work on his jeans and boxer briefs. I take a few seconds to admire his sculpted body, all rippling muscles and strong angles. A little sigh escapes my lips.
I am so going to enjoy this. It started out as his fantasy but it’s quickly morphing into mine.
Once Blaine is in position, I walk over to him until the pointy toes of my red stiletto pumps are within an inch of his hip. Clutching the gift bag tightly in my hands, I carefully step over him, hike up my skirt, and crouch down.
“Notice anything different about this particular librarian?” I ask.
He reaches up and trails his fingers along my thighs. “She has very soft skin.”
I gather my hair in my hands and pretend like I’m going to put it up, which makes my breasts press against my tight shirt. “Hmm… wrong again. Maybe you should look harder.”
He licks his lips, and those wicked fingers move even higher until he lets out a gasp that floods even more wetness into my already heated core. “Ms. Diamond, you’re not wearing panties.”
“You’re a quick study, B. Rice. Too bad you’re also one of those rude bastards who thinks he doesn’t have to return his library books. Don’t you know that people are waiting for the pleasure of reading about bondage and blindfolds and silk scarves that don’t wrap around your neck? And you’ve denied them that pleasure. I think I should deny you some pleasure.”
His strangled moan sets my heartbeat racing. “No. No denying of the pleasure.”
With a little hiss of breath, I set myself gently down on his straining cock and grind. “Okay, you can have a little bit of pleasure. But not all of it.”
“What’s in the bag, Ms. Diamond?” he asks, his voice heavy with grit. “The curiosity is killing me.”
“Oh, this?” I hold it up between us and grind again. “A few months ago I got this raunchy picture sent to me of the most beautiful dick in Minnesota. Maybe even in the whole world. And since it’s so pretty, I thought it deserved some jewelry.”
Reaching into the bag, I pull out the vibrating cock ring I got from Adam & Eve. His eyes widen into saucers as he stares, and he gets even harder as that pretty dick strains toward me.
I wag my finger at him. “Not so fast. This may be your fantasy, but I’m in control of how it ends.”
Sliding back down his body, I slide the cock ring on Blaine, taking time to stroke and play with him