Chapter 5 Marshall
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Marshall
She’s been a good girl. No, Charlie’s been absolutely perfect, following every single rule without complaint. Texting me exactly when asked. Eating real meals instead of just pastries and coffee. Going to bed on time. Wearing what I pick out for her.
Tonight's the night. I'm done waiting, done being patient. She's ready. I'm ready. We're doing this.
The library is closed, dark except for the back room where Charlie's supposedly "working late" on returns. She's wearing the outfit I chose for today - that black skirt that hugs every curve perfectly, white blouse, hair in that bun with a pencil stuck through it.
"Sir," she greets me, already breathless before I've even touched her.
I don't answer with words. Just walk straight to her with deliberate purpose, spin her around, press her against the circulation desk. My hand goes to her throat, holding her in place. Owning her.
"You know what's going to happen."
"Yes, Sir."
"Tell me. Say it out loud."
"You're going to fuck me. Here. Where I work."
"Where everyone checks out their books. Where you'll have to smile tomorrow and pretend you weren't getting railed against this desk like a good little slut."
She whimpers at the word, and I file that information away for later. I spin her back around, bend her over the desk in one smooth motion. That perfect ass up in the air, presented for me.
"Skirt up. Show me."
She reaches back with shaking hands, pulls it up slowly. No panties, just like I ordered. Her pussy is already glistening wet, swollen and ready for me.
"Spread your legs wider. Show me everything."
She does, spreading herself open. I run one finger through her wetness, gathering it. Bring it to her mouth.
"Suck. Taste how desperate you are for me."
She takes my finger deep into her mouth, swirls her tongue around it eagerly. My cock is so hard it hurts, straining against my jeans.
"You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Sitting at your desk, helping patrons, checking out books, all while knowing what was going to happen tonight."
"Yes, Sir! I could barely concentrate on anything!"
"Good. I want you distracted. I want you thinking about me all the time."
I drop to my knees behind her, spread her pussy open with my thumbs. She's dripping wet, clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled.
"Look at this perfect pussy. So wet for me already. So ready to be fucked."
I dive in without warning, tongue fucking into her, tasting how desperate she is. She slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle her moan, her whole body shaking.
"That's it. Keep quiet. Can't have anyone hearing what a slut the sweet little librarian is."
She clenches hard at the word again. Definitely something to explore more.
I work her with tongue and fingers, finding every spot that makes her gasp, every movement that makes her shake. When I suck her clit into my mouth, she nearly screams behind her hand.
"Please, Sir, I need— I'm so close—"
I stand, pressing my still-clothed cock against her ass. "Need Daddy's cock inside you?"
"Yes! Please! I've been so good, I've followed all the rules!"
"Say it properly. Like the good girl you pretend to be. Beg for it."
"Please, Sir, I need your cock. Need you to fuck me. I've been thinking about nothing else for two weeks and I need it so badly please!"
I unzip my jeans slowly, pull out my cock. Rub the head through her wetness, coating myself in her. She tries to push back onto me but I hold her hips still with an iron grip.
"Patience. You take what I give you, when I give it to you."
"Marshall, please—"
I spank her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "That's not my name right now. What do you call me?"
"Sir! Sir, please, I'm sorry!"
"Better. Much better."
I push in slowly, so slowly, letting her feel every single inch as I stretch her open. She's so tight, hot and wet and absolutely perfect. I grind against her, making sure she feels how deep I am.
"This what you needed? Filled up with cock? Stuffed full?"
"Yes, Sir! God, yes!"
I start moving with slow, deep strokes that make the desk creak ominously. Her glasses are fogging up from her panting against the wood surface.
"Look at you. Proper little librarian taking cock like she was made for it. What would Mrs. Patterson think if she could see you right now?"
"Don't care," she gasps. "Don't care what anyone thinks."
I reach around, find her clit, circle it slowly while I fuck her. "No? Don't care if someone walks in? Sees you bent over your own desk with my cock buried deep in your cunt?"
She clenches so hard around me I can barely move. "Oh god, oh god—"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being caught. Everyone knowing you're mine. Everyone seeing exactly what kind of good girl you really are."
I fuck her harder now, the sound of skin slapping against skin obscene in the quiet library. She's biting her hand to stay quiet but little whimpers keep escaping anyway.
"Touch yourself," I order. "Rub that clit while I fuck you. Make yourself come on my cock."
Her hand moves between her legs immediately, and I can feel her fingers brushing against my cock as I slide in and out of her.
"Such a good girl. Following orders perfectly. Taking Daddy’s cock so fucking well."
"Sir, I'm close— so close—"
"Not yet. You don't come until I give you permission. Hold it."
I pull out completely and she whines at the sudden loss, her pussy clenching on nothing.
"Turn around. On your knees. Now."
She drops immediately, mouth opening automatically. Eager. Perfect. I feed her my cock, let her taste herself on me.
"That's it. Clean your mess off Daddy's cock. Taste how desperate you were for me."
She moans around me, takes me deeper into her throat. I fist my hand in her hair, pulling that bun apart finally, watching her hair tumble down around her shoulders.
"Enough. Stand up."
I pull her up, lift her onto the desk easily. Spread her legs wide and thrust back in hard. From this angle I can see everything - her face, her bouncing tits through the thin blouse, the way her pussy stretches around my cock.
"Watch," I order. "Watch me fuck you. See how well you take me."
She looks down, watches my cock disappear into her over and over, her eyes wide with fascination.
"See how perfect we fit? How your greedy little cunt swallows my cock like it was made for it?"
"Yes, Sir! I see it!"
I thumb her clit while I fuck her, feeling her get closer and closer to the edge. She's clenching rhythmically now, her whole body tensing up.
"You want to come? Want to come all over Daddy's cock?"
"Please! Please, Sir, please let me come!"
"Beg properly. Convince me you deserve it."
"Please let me come on your cock, Sir! I've been so good, followed all your rules, done everything you asked! Please, I need it so badly, please!"
"Come. Come right now for me."
She explodes, her pussy clenching so tight around me I can barely move. I fuck her through it, prolonging every wave until she's shaking and sobbing with overstimulation.
"My turn."
I pull out at the last second, stroke myself twice, and come all over her pussy and inner thighs. Marking her. Claiming her. Making sure she feels it.
"Don't move. Stay exactly like that."
I use tissues from her desk to clean her gently, carefully, taking my time. Then I help her stand on shaky legs.
"You okay? Talk to me, Charlie. How do you feel?"
"Perfect, Sir. Absolutely perfect."
I kiss her then, deep and possessive and claiming. Tasting myself on her tongue, mixing us together.
"Mine," I tell her firmly. "You're mine now. Say it."
"Yours," she agrees breathlessly. "I'm yours, Sir."
We move to the reading nook, those comfortable chairs where this all started. I hold her close, stroke her hair, make absolutely sure she drinks the entire bottle of water I brought with me.
"That was..."
"What you needed?"
"Everything I needed. More than I even knew I wanted."
"Good. Because tomorrow night, we're doing this at my place. In my bed. Where you can scream as loud as you want and no one will hear."
She shivers against me. "Yes, Sir."
"And Charlie? You're moving in with me. Not asking. Telling you. That's how this is going to be."
"That's very presumptuous—"
I cut her off with another kiss. "It's decided. You're mine. You live with me. End of discussion, end of negotiation."
She melts completely against me. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl. Now, let's get you home. You need food and proper sleep."
"Will you stay with me tonight?"
"Not tonight. Tomorrow. When you officially move in with me. Tonight you sleep in your own bed one last time."
She pouts but nods, accepting my decision. I drive her home, walk her to her door, kiss her until she's breathless all over again.
"Pack your things, baby girl. Tomorrow after work, you come home. To our home."
"Yes, Sir."