Silence in the Library – Part 15

Continued from Part 14.

Bright light streamed into the room, waking Rachel. She shielded her eyes as she sat up. This was not the room she’d woken up in last time Chris had allowed Martin to use her as a fucktoy. This room had a much more personal feel to it. 

The walls were covered in expensive-looking wallpaper: dark grey with a hint of gold. The sheets on the bed were silk and also dark grey. The walls were bare apart from one large painting on the wall opposite the bed. Winced as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her sex felt swollen and sore, but the memory of last night made her grin. 

It had been amazing. She had literally passed out from too many orgasms. She vaguely remembered being lifted up by Chris and bundled into his car. Which must mean that this was his house. The knowledge made her feel warm. This was certainly more intimate than they’d ever been. She didn’t even have his phone number and yet, here she was in his bedroom.

The door opened and Chris came in. He looked immaculate in a tailored dress shirt and trousers. His face looked fresh as if he’d had the requisite eight hours of sleep.

“You’re up.” It was a statement, not a question.

“What time is it?” She yawned.

He sat down next to her on the bed. “It’s noon. Listen, we need to talk.”

He blood ran cold. Those words never preceded anything good. 

He must have seen the fear on her face as he chuckled softly. “No, it’s not what you think.”

He leaned over and kissed her. His hands reached between them and he caressed her breasts. She sighed with pleasure. Even now she could feel the heat gather between her thighs.

“Then what is it?” she asked.

“You impressed me very much yesterday. I’m so proud of you. None of the other women endured as much as you did last night.”

She grew warm with pride. “I’m glad I pleased you.”

“You did, little one.”

Her chest was tight and she swallowed hard. He’d never called her little one before and she loved it. 

“I think it’s time you called me Sir,” he continued. “You’ve earned that privilege.”

Joy flooded her heart. “Thank you so much! Sir,” she added quickly.

“There’s more.” His tone of voice sobered her up. He sounded very serious. “I would like you to become my full-time submissive.”

Conflicting emotions raged in Rachel’s heart. On one hand, she was honoured that he asked her. She loved their time together and it would be amazing if she didn’t always have to wonder when he’d call for her. On the other hand, was she really ready to submit herself fully to this man? She barely knew anything about him.

“Think about it,” Chris said. “You don’t have to decide right away.”

Rachel found her voice. “What does it mean to be your full-time submissive? Will I have to give up work?”

He shook his head. “Not unless you want to. I’d love it if you moved in with me, but that’s not a requirement either. As long as you’re sexually available to me all the time.”

“No matter what?” Her voice quavered.

He took her hand. “You still have your safeword. And we’ll always discuss anything new.”

A thought occurred to her. “What about Holly?”

He smiled and cupped her chin. “Holly and I had fun, but it was never more than a casual fuck.”

She nodded, satisfied with his answer.


It didn’t take her long to decide. She had been sucked into Chris’s vortex too far. The last couple of weeks had been amazing, the best of her life. She didn’t want it to end. She wanted to spend every single day with him. She decided to give up her job and move in with him. She owned her own house and had some money put by, so she wasn’t financially dependent on Chris, but she wanted to see where the relationship was going. She wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.

The first night in Chris’s house was strange. He’d helped her move her belonging into one of the spare rooms. She’d expected to be sleeping in his bed, but the first night he kissed her goodnight on the landing and went into his own room, closing the door firmly behind him.

She lay awake most of the night. Sex was only initiated by him and she wasn’t allowed to masturbate, so the night seemed endless. Not being allowed to touch herself seemed particularly cruel, but she’d enthusiastically agreed to it. 

The next day, she felt as if she could explode with lust. Her cunt throbbed with need and everything seemed to remind her of the fact she needed sex. Her nipples were stiff and sensitive, brushing against her loose dress with each movement. Her thighs were coated in her juices. 

Annoyingly, Chris seemed chipper when he emerged from his bedroom. He kissed her good morning and started brewing coffee. He cheerfully fixed breakfast for them both: scrambled eggs and perfectly cooked bacon. Breakfast was usually Rachel’s favourite food, but today she couldn’t swallow a bite. All she could think about was Chris’s cock deep inside her cunt.

“I have a busy day today,” Chris announced after breakfast. “I won’t see you until dinner.”

He kissed her goodbye. The slam of the front door seemed to cut her heart in half.

Ten hours is a long time if you have nothing to do, are aroused and not allowed to touch yourself. Rachel could’ve cheated. She didn’t think Chris would have known had she given herself an orgasm during the day. She was gagging for his cock, her own hands would barely be able to take the edge off. But she didn’t want to cheat. Was is a relationship without trust?

She made good use of Chris’s gym, pushing herself hard on the treadmill and rowing machine. The exercise took a little of the edge off, so that, by evening, she was in control of herself again. 

When Chris came home from work, she’d prepared dinner. She had changed into a shimmering long gown with high heels. She’d show him that it would take more than a day of orgasm denial to break her.

They ate. Chris chatted about his day, eating and drinking heartily. Rachel managed to finish her plate, but only by sheer force of will. She pressed her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate some of the agony in her cunt. She’d been fine during the day, but seeing Chris brought all her longing back to the surface. She wanted him to push her onto the table and fuck her senseless. Instead, he made her clean the dishes after dinner.

The throb in her cunt was quite painful now. She finished the last of the dishes and went in search of Chris. If he didn’t take her now, she planned on using her safeword. It had been a week since they’d last had sex and she wasn’t able to last much longer.

She found him in the living room. He looked up as she came in and smiled. 

“Why don’t you take off that beautiful gown?” he asked.

Relief flooded her. Finally! He could not be so cruel as to make her strip naked and then not fuck her, right? No, she decided. He was not that cruel.

She stood before him, shivering with anticipation.

“Turn around and bend over,” he commanded.

She did as he asked.

His hands grabbed her ass cheeks and moved them apart. Then she felt his fingers sliding through her crack, stopping at the pucker of her ass. His fingers were slick with lube. He pressed against the ring of her ass and pushed lightly. Rachel had done anal before and once had been enough as far as she was concerned. But she hadn’t set that as a hard limit. She’d wanted to keep an open mind.

Chris pushed harder and she strained against his finger until her resistance gave way and he slid inside her. She’d expected pain, but the sensation was quite nice, almost pleasurable. Chris fucked her with his finger a few times, then slipped another inside her. The sensation started to become uncomfortable, but Chris kept massaging the r Something hard and cold took its place. Rachel winced at the pressure, but Chris circled her pucker patiently, keeping up the pressure until she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore. And then, suddenly, her asshole relaxed and the cold toy slipped inside her. It was big and stretched her wide. She grunted with the effort of being filled up so much. Her cunt was dripping with need and she whimpered softly.

“You want to be fucked, little one?” Chris asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

Chris moved the buttplug around in her hole making her whimper more. 

“What do we say when we need something?” he asked.

“Please, Sir. Please fuck me.”

She was crying with need. “I need to be taken so badly. Please…”

He chuckled softly. “I love hearing you beg. Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want.”

She could hear him unzip his pants and then he pulled her into his lap. His cock pushed inside her. Her cunt was tight from the buttplug in her ass. She was full beyond belief. 

Chris started thrusting up into her, pushing the plug against her ass with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, particularly after having been aroused without relief for a whole day. Chris reached around and ground his palm against her clit. The sensation was too overwhelming and she came hard, convulsing around his cock. Chris grunted and lifted her off his lap. She whimpered at the loss of his cock, but she didn’t have to wait long. He lay her on the couch and sunk back into her.

It felt amazing to be fucked by Chris while having her ass filled as well. His cock rammed into her like a piston: hard and unrelenting. She could do nothing to stop the second orgasm from taking her breath away. And still, Chris wasn’t done. He didn’t slow down as her cunt clenched against his cock. She felt him grow harder and then he stilled. With a stifled groan, he came, shooting his load deep inside her.

She struggled to catch her breath, grateful that she had been allowed to come three times. But Chris wasn’t done with her. He took hold of the plug and started fucking her ass with it. At the same time, he sucked her clit between his lips. Mercilessly he forced three more orgasms from her ravaged body before he pulled the plug out, gathered her into his arms and allowed her to finally rest.

Continue reading Part 16.


The Insatiable Jane Travers coverThe Insatiable Jane Travers

It’s the roaring twenties.

Desperate to escape the stifling confines of her life with her aunt and uncle in New York, Jane Travers arrives at her friend Rachel’s country home determined to enjoy a summer full of fun and excitement. Rachel has promised her risqué parties, but what awaits Jane is beyond her wildest dreams. Guided by her old flame, Sidney Fitzroy, and the sensual singer Lillian Smith, Jane enthusiastically embarks on a journey of sexual self-discovery.

With Sidney and Lillian both satisfying her deepest desires, Jane sheds her restrictive upbringing and embraces her newfound freedom. As her feelings for both Lillian and Sidney intensify, Jane faces an impossible choice: a stable future with Sidney or a lifetime of excitement with Lillian.

But how can she choose when her heart belongs to both of them?