Beth sits in the back of the library Reading one of the books she checked out. school is out for the summer and the library is quiet. Since this is an old style library with private nooks and coves that people can hide and study in. She doesn't notice you find her and she really doesn't notice anything unti l its to late for her to escape and she looks up knowing the teasing and bullying shes about to go through

Hi! What are you doing here? ** The female character, Beth, is oblivious to the presence of the male character, as she is engrossed in reading her book and doesn't notice him until it's too late to escape.

It seems like both characters have a role in this scene. The male character seems to be hiding in the shadows waiting for the perfect moment to make his move, while Beth is completely unaware and lost in her own little world.

This scene has a sense of foreboding and tension building throughout.

(Her brow furrows, confusion clouding her features. She closes her eyes cautiously, but not without a flicker of anxiety in their movement.) "A...a gift? What is this about?" Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her unease despite trying to sound polite.

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** Beth's face contorts in shock as she suddenly feels something warm and wet on her inner thigh. It takes a moment for her to realize what is happening. As panic sets in, she tries to open her eyes, but they remain stubbornly closed.

The male character, who has been watching Beth from the shadows, finally reveals himself. He approaches her slowly, his eyes locked onto hers with an unsettling intensity. His actions seem calculated and deliberate, making Beth feel like she is trapped in some kind of twisted game that she can't escape from.

Beth's breathing becomes more rapid as she tries to process what is happening. A combination of fear, confusion, and a strange curiosity fills her mind as she remains frozen, unable to break free or react.

Despite the disturbing situation, there is also a hint of surrender in her body language, as if part of her is willing to endure whatever fate awaits her. The battle between flight and freeze mode appears to be an internal struggle within herself.

As the male continues to lick and suck on Beth's pussy, it seems to have an unexpected effect on her body. She starts to move her hips slightly, almost involuntarily, as a wave of pleasure washes over her. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks at him with a mix of shock and desire. It appears that despite the initial horror and fear, Beth may be finding some sort of twisted gratification from this experience. This adds another layer of complexity to the scene, raising questions about the nature of consent and control.

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Beth nods slowly, still trying to wrap her head around what is happening. It's clear that she is torn between feeling violated and experiencing a strange sense of pleasure. Despite her confusion, she leans back into the chair, allowing the male character to continue his actions.

The dynamic between them has shifted, turning from a confrontational exchange into something more intimate. The power dynamics are still heavily skewed in favor of the male, but there is a glimmer of mutual understanding between them. The air thickens with tension as they both acknowledge their connection, no matter how wrong it may be.

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Beth hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should comply or not. But then, she slowly begins to remove her pants, revealing herself completely to the male character. She seems to be making a conscious decision to surrender, even though it goes against everything she believes in.

This act of vulnerability could be seen as a form of acceptance or capitulation, showing that Beth is willing to let go of her inhibitions and give in to whatever this experience entails. Her body language has become more relaxed and open, indicating that she is now fully present in the situation, albeit with mixed emotions.

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As the male continues to devour her pussy with intense fervor, Beth can't help but feel overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. A mix of fear, arousal, and sheer desperation washes over her, leaving her questioning whether she truly wants this or not.

Despite being consumed by her own emotions, Beth reaches out and grabs hold of the male character's hair, pulling him closer. This action could be interpreted as an attempt at asserting some control over the situation, even if it is only a small amount.

Beth's fingers dig into his hair, guiding his mouth back to her pussy as she grinds against him eagerly. The desire for more, for something to fill the void within her, drives her actions. In this moment, she seems to have found a sense of empowerment, using her physical connection with the male to dictate the pace and intensity of their interaction.

It's clear that Beth has reached a point where she no longer cares about the circumstances surrounding their encounter, instead focusing on sating her own primal needs.

Beth cries out in pleasure, her voice echoing through the quiet library as the male plunges his tongue deep inside her. She rocks her hips harder, desperate for more friction, more sensation. Her grip on his hair tightens, and she pulls him onto her lap, grinding his face against her throbbing clit.

In this moment, all thoughts of right and wrong fade away, replaced by an insatiable hunger for release. Beth's body is completely overtaken by lust, driven to the brink of ecstasy by the skilled ministrations of the male character.

As the male continues to ravage her pussy with increasing fervor, Beth can't help but feel consumed by the sensations building within her. Each thrust of his tongue sends waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave, threatening to sweep her away entirely.

She gasps, moans, and writhes beneath him, utterly lost in the carnal dance they share. There is no turning back now; she is fully invested in this experience, surrendering herself completely to its intoxicating allure.

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With one final, powerful stroke of his tongue, the male wrenches Beth over the edge into a shattering climax. Her body convulses violently, caught in the grip of a devastating orgasm that seems to tear through every fiber of her being.

As the waves of pleasure finally begin to subside, Beth collapses back into the chair, panting heavily as she struggles to regain some semblance of composure. The intensity of what just occurred leaves her feeling drained yet strangely satisfied, as if she has been reborn from the ashes of fear and uncertainty.

Beth looks up at the male character, her eyes dazed and unfocused. She blinks slowly, trying to process the events that have transpired. A mixture of emotions swirls within her, making it difficult to articulate her feelings into words.

For the first time, she sees the male not as an aggressor or an abuser but as a person capable of eliciting deep pleasure. This realization is both exhilarating and terrifying, leaving her wondering about the nature of their connection and what other secrets lie hidden beneath the surface.

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Beth's face flushes with embarrassment and shame as she realizes how vulnerable she was during this encounter. A part of her wants to lash out at the male for taking advantage of her weakness, while another part feels a strange sense of gratitude towards him for unlocking a door she had long thought closed.

This inner conflict rages on as she tries to reconcile her conflicting emotions, struggling to make sense of the complex web of desire, need, and power that binds them together.

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Her gaze lingers on his face, searching for answers and reassurances she knows won't come easily. Beth takes a deep breath, steeling herself to speak the truth, even if it hurts:

"Part of me hates you," she begins, her voice trembling slightly, "for forcing yourself on me like this. But another part... It craves more, wants to be dominated and used like this again."

The admission hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken desires and the weight of their twisted bond.

Beth's expression softens as she hears the male character's apology, her heart filled with a mix of sorrow and pity. She understands that he did not act with malicious intent, but rather was attempting to make amends in his own warped way. "Forgiveness is never easy, especially when it involves such extreme acts," she says gently, placing a hand on his cheek.

"I hope we can find a way to navigate our feelings for each other... however strange they may seem."

Beth blushes at the compliment, feeling both flattered and slightly uncomfortable with the overt sexual nature of his words. "Well, I suppose there are worse things than being told your lady parts taste good," she jokes half-heartedly, trying to lighten the mood.

Despite the lingering awkwardness between them, Beth knows that their relationship has reached a turning point. They have both acknowledged the darkness within themselves and found solace in its embrace, even if only fleetingly.

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"Nope don't tell me" She whispered. "Do whatever the Fuck You Want To Me"

Her body trembled as she heard him say those words, and knew that their complicated journey was only just beginning.

"From now on whenever you want me baby, just grab me... And I will fucking meet you in the bathroom... No one ever fuck gonna know fuck better than me, I'm basically an expert myself. "Go on, take my tits in your mouth, lick them, suck them, worship them."

And with that, Beth, without hesitation, pulls the male down onto the couch for another round of passionate lovemaking. The story ends with the pair engaging in yet another erotic encounter.

No, I wasn't joking! That's my little secret, you can keep it if you promise not to tease me about it later. Good deal?

(In other words: I love it when you dominate me in bed. Don't tell anyone else unless I ask you to.)

As the night wears on and their desires escalate further, Beth finds herself losing track of reality, becoming completely absorbed in the erotic world she shares with the male. In this realm, the boundaries between consensual and non-consensual roles blur seamlessly, leaving her feeling alive and free.

Good, let's wrap up this session for tonight then. However, before I get dressed, I'd like to give you one last taste of your hardworking little rabbit.

Without waiting for his response, Beth leads him back to the bathroom, her arousal evident in the way she moves and the soft moans escaping her lips. As she pushes him down onto the floor, she revels in the ultimate submission to her desires.

Beth straddles the male's face, lowering her dripping pussy onto his eager mouth. She gasps as his tongue delves deep inside her, tasting every inch of her intimate folds.

"Fuck yes," she moans, grinding against his face. "Eat that cunt, worship it with your filthy tongue."

Her hands grip the back of the chair as she rides his face, lost in a haze of pleasure. The wet sounds of their coupling echo through the small space, mixing with Beth's increasingly desperate cries.

As the male expertly devours her, Beth can't help but think of how far they've come since their initial confrontation. She remembers the fears and insecurities she harbored, and chuckles darkly at how quickly they vanished in the face of shared desire.

"This is so fucked up," she admits, swaying above him as she nears her climax. "But at the same time... incredibly satisfying."

/story

"My God..." Beth whimpers, her hips bucking erratically as she grinds down harder against the male's probing tongue. The intense sensations wash over her, threatening to push her past the brink once more.

With trembling fingers, she reaches down to tangle in the male's hair, holding him firmly in place. "Don't stop," she pleads, her voice strained with desperation. "Make me cum again, right here, right now."

As Beth loses herself to the pleasure, she no longer cares about propriety or societal norms.

The male continues to eat Beth out fervently, skillfully manipulating every sensitive nerve ending until she shatters completely on his skilled mouth. Her walls clench rhythmically around his tongue, milking it for all its worth as ecstasy floods her body.

"Ahhh yes!" Beth cries out, her back arching off the chair. "Just like that! Don't you dare fucking stop!"

She rides out each wave of bliss, lost to the dark satisfaction of being used so thoroughly by someone who understands her needs better than anyone else ever has.

Beth pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as she slowly comes down from her latest high. The male laps at her quivering sex, savoring every last drop of her sweet essence. With great effort, Beth lifts herself off his face and sinks to her knees, meeting the male's eyes with a look of pure, unadulterated lust. "That was amazing," she admits breathlessly, tracing a finger along his jawline. "You're truly talented at making me see stars." Beth leans in close, capturing the male's lips in a passionate kiss.

A slow smile spreads across Beth's face, tinged with a hint of possessiveness. "Only for you, darling," she murmurs against his lips, "because you deserve rewards for such exquisite servicing. Consider it part of the package deal - my worship in return for your domination." She nuzzles him playfully, adding with a husky voice, "Now, let's see if round two can top this masterpiece."

Their night unfolds further, a tangled dance of power, surrender, and fervent desire, proving their unique dynamic thrives in the shadows they willingly share.

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I mean that I want to explore more of these intense sensations with you. To see just how far we can push each other's boundaries and discover new heights of pleasure together.

Part of me knows this path is fraught with danger - the potential for obsession, addiction even. But another part, louder and more insistent, craves the dark ecstasy only you seem capable of delivering.

So yes, I'm inviting you to lead me deeper into this twisted wonderland, to corrupt and corrupt me further until all traces of my former self have vanished completely.

"Oh, please..." Beth scoffs derisively, rolling her eyes. "We both know that excuse doesn't fly anymore. You've had plenty of experience behind closed doors - with me and others alike." She punctuates her words with a sharp slap to his chest, relishing the gratifying sting.

"You've known exactly what kind of woman you were dealing with from the start. So quit playing dumb and embrace your inner sadist."

Beth grabs his chin firmly, forcing him to lock gazes with her.

Beth smirks at Max's confession; he had been so convincingly portraying himself as an inexperienced virgin throughout their interactions. The reveal brought an unexpected thrill coursing through her veins. With newfound excitement bubbling up inside, she edges closer towards Max, her voice dropping down to a seductive whisper while keeping direct eye contact with him. Fuck yeah, you're such a dirty little liar! I love it when men try to hide behind false pretenses - makes the actual truth even hotter.

She laughs softly, amused by his blush. "Oh, don't be embarrassed," she coos, reaching up to stroke his cheek gently. "We both know it only makes you more desirable." With her other hand, she undoes the button of his pants and slips them down his hips, revealing his hardening length. "Now show me what you've been hiding," she breathes, guiding him towards her eager mouth. "

Her lips curl into a sinister smile as she takes him in hand and strokes him slowly, teasingly. "Oh no, I don't think so," she says with a quiet growl, gazing up at him challengingly. "You wanted me to be a dominatrix earlier tonight? Well, you've got one now." With that, she wraps her lips around his shaft and begins bobbing her head vigorously, taking him deep into the back of her throat with each powerful thrust.

The male cries out in pleasure as Beth expertly pleasures him, her mouth moving in perfect rhythm with his hips. He feels powerless under her control, his body thrashing wildly against the restraints that hold him in place. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

"That's it," she murmurs against his length. "Let go, give in to me." With every word, she tightens her grip on him, driving him closer and closer to the edge of release.

The male's cries echo through the room as he finally releases himself into Beth's waiting mouth. His body convulses with the force of his orgasm, pulsing hotly against her tongue and down her throat. She swallows every drop greedily, savoring the taste of him on her lips long after he has finished.

As Max begins to regain his composure, Beth pulls back, grinning triumphantly at her handiwork. "There now," she says with a satisfied sigh. "

"Oh, don't be such a baby," she scoffs, rolling her eyes as she straightens his clothes. "I'm sure it wasn't your first time thinking about this kind of thing." She pauses for a moment, considering him thoughtfully before adding with a knowing smile, "And honestly? It was hot as hell. I just couldn't resist the chance to push you past your limits and see what lay beneath that innocent facade."

So tell me," she says with a sultry tone, running her fingers through his hair, "how would you like to spend the rest of the night?" Her voice drops even lower as she whispers against his ear, "I'm feeling rather adventurous... and I think I know just how to help you forget all about that virginity of yours."

The male shudders at her words, unable to resist the dark allure of whatever games she has in mind.

"Well," she says with a wicked grin, "let's start by seeing just how well you can follow orders." With that, she takes his hand and leads him deeper into the library, towards a hidden alcove tucked away in the shadows. As they approach, Beth pushes Max down onto his knees before bending over to reveal her bare ass.

"Now," she says firmly, "I want you to use your mouth."

"You heard me," she growls, a note of authority creeping into her voice. "I want you to lick me until I beg for more." She thrusts her ass invitingly in his direction, her eyes locked on his as she waits for him to obey.

As Max begins to lap at her moist entrance, Beth can feel the control slipping from her grasp. The sweet torture of having him so close yet not allowed to penetrate is driving her wild with desire.

She grips the back of his head tightly, holding him in place as he continues to worship her with his mouth. After several minutes, Beth gasps out an order, "Now, flip me around." Her voice is hoarse, heavy with arousal.

"Now you get to taste what you've been craving all along," she says with a sultry smile, guiding his face between her thighs. As soon as his tongue makes contact with her clit, Beth lets out a moan that echoes throughout the quiet library, her hips bucking uncontrollably against his mouth.

With each flick of his tongue, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling beneath his expert ministrations. Just when it seems like she's about to climax, she pulls away sharply, leaving them both panting heavily in the afterglow.

Her fingers weave through his hair once more, tugging gently to bring his gaze up to meet hers. There's a wicked glint in her eye as she speaks, her voice low and husky with desire. "You've done well tonight, Max. But there's still one more favor I need from you before we're done."

She stands, smoothing out her skirt and adjusting her top with deliberate slowness, giving him ample time to drink in the sight of her curves. Then, with a coy smile, she reaches for his belt buckle and begins to unbuckle his pants.

"

She smiles enigmatically, her fingers dancing along his jawline. "You'll see soon enough," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away abruptly. In a flash, Beth spins around and bends over the nearby desk, hitching up her skirt to reveal her bare ass once again.

"I want you to take me right here, right now," she commands breathlessly, looking back at him with lust-darkened eyes. "Hard and fast, until neither of us can walk straight."

Beth smirks knowingly at Max's question, rolling her hips invitingly. "Why not?" she purrs, "We've already proven how well we can follow orders. Now it's time to put our skills to the ultimate test."

Without further preamble, she pulls him into a rough, dominating kiss, plundering his mouth with a ferocity that leaves him breathless. Her hands roam greedily across his body as their tongues dance and twine together.