4. Vanessa
Chapter 4
Vanessa
Today’s been a good, calm day so far.
Busy as all get out though.
Every table I walk by has books, spiral notebooks, and binders scattered on it. Students are bent over feverishly writing, their brows tugged into a tight line of concentration. The dreaded first semester tests are upon them. They’ll be in here all day, most of the night, and probably a few will end up collapsing on the tabletop for a nap or three.
I’ve seen it more times than I can count. I remember those days myself. Some may think being a librarian is a quickie, easy job to get. Just show up and love books and it’s yours.
If only.
Like many others before me, I’d gone to college after my high school graduation. I went away to a four-year college, started off getting my Bachelor’s Degree and then my Master of Library and Information Science. Then, being the overachiever that my parents encouraged relentlessly, I got a Bachelor’s Degree in business management and a minor in computer technologies.
I’d started my library career at the local library, then by some miracle came across the posting for the University position. The interview process was long, frustrating, and overwhelming. I hadn’t been the only one with the credentials wanting to apply. I did have a little leg up though. I may have only been just out of college and in my position at the local library, but I’d gained a few certificates from the American Library Association. One being the Certified Public Library Administrator.
Since taking on this job a few years ago, I’ve also attended more classes on library finances, additional computer technology classes, and starting next semester I have yet another business management class I plan to take. I’d have gone this semester, but the class was full.
Making my way back down the staircase, I give one last look around before heading back to where my office is located. The sun is starting to go down, and the day is catching up with me. I’m tired, hungry, and my feet are absolutely killing me. Of all days to wear something with a heel and not bring a pair of flats—I should know better.
When I’d left this morning, I’d been running later than I liked which meant I was rushed. I’m one of those people who have to be early or I’m late. Dean reminds me that being on time is still acceptable and okay. Though he’s an early bird too. It’s just another reason that we work together.
I make it back without further distractions. I unlock and pull open my office door, step inside and stop. Laying across my desk is a big bouquet of yellow roses. I look around, not seeing anyone or anything else out of place. I walk to the desk, leaning over to pull the bouquet to me. My nose going straight to the petals. Breathing in the flowery scent, I close my eyes and smile. There’s only one reason there would be a big bouquet left on my desk in a locked office.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Setting them down, I pull it out to look at the screen. The message from Dean has me smiling wider.
Dean: Hey, beautiful. You still at work?
He knows I am. I’d messaged him earlier to say that I would be late tonight.
Ness: No. I forgot to tell you.
Dean: Tell me what?
Ness: I left earlier. I had to go see a man about a dog.
I can imagine the look on his face. A giggle escapes me in a rush just thinking about it. He’s too easy to get riled up.
Dean: Ness
Ness: Dean
Dean: Vanessa
Ness: Dean…
Giggling, I walk around to the front of my desk. Sitting in my chair, I pull the bouquet back to me. Inhaling the floral scent of the petals again, I close my eyes and relax back in my chair. It’s been a long day; this is just what I need.
Dean: You’re poking the bear.
Ness: Not the bear!
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. I can practically see his reaction. I love teasing him; poking at him. It will get me punished later. But I assure you, it’s a ‘punishment’ that I will enjoy every second of.
Dean: I expect you home in fifteen minutes.
Ness: I will see if I can accommodate…
Ness: ??
I sit quietly for a few minutes, waiting on another reply. Snickering, I look up at the clock on the wall. It is time to go, I’m really done for the day. I pack up my bag, pick up the roses, and move to open my door.
I want a hot shower, snuggles with my man, and maybe at some point, food. I’m also getting a little rush to see what he’s going to do when I get home.
The walk to my car is nice. I always try to park as far away as I can, getting to stretch my legs each morning and in the afternoons. Now those days when it’s a thousand degrees outside, or it’s negative five degrees, it kinda sucks.
And yes, I park at the very back of the lot. It may not be safe to some, but I keep in mind that I usually leave well before it gets dark. So it should be safer. I have a black belt too, so I’m not actually worried about keeping myself safe.
Hitting the button on my fob, the doors unlock. I put my flowers and bag in the back seat before getting in the driver’s seat. I intentionally take the roundabout way to the house. A normal trip home will take ten minutes or less. This evening, with the sun slowly starting to wind down, bringing in the night, I turn onto the half-mile long driveway, trying to stretch out the drive a little more.
Pulling up to the garage, I hit the button to open the door. Once parked inside, I shut it back then get out of the car. I get my bag and flowers and move to the garage door. It leads into the laundry room, which is just inside the mud room. I kick off my shoes at the bench, make my way into the kitchen so I can drop my bag on the table.
I dig through the cabinets until I find my big crystal vase. I clip the ends of each stem and place them in the vase. Don’t worry, the packet the florist had added to the flowers goes in the water too. I carry the vase to the dining room, placing it in the middle of the table. It will be visible from most every room here.
With my mind on finding Dean, I pull the bobby pins from my hair and loosen the bun at the nape of my neck. As I climb the stairs, I use my fingers to brush my hair out. The long strands bouncing from the movements. I push open the bedroom door, walking in, shutting the door behind me before I realize what is happening around me.
Our bedroom is filled with a red light. The minimal light is enough to see around but doesn’t hurt my eyes. Dean stands at the end of the bed, his jeans, unzipped and loose on his hips. His head dips slightly, yet the look in his eyes…I swallow a moan. I know that look. I know it well.
“You’re late.”
I nod like a doofus.
“Come here, Ness.”
With my bottom lip pulled between my teeth, I do as ordered. I stop just before him. It’s then I see what’s in his hand. The purple box is like a beacon, gaining my full attention. The device in that box is the devil. A delicious devil that has my knees going weak.
“Clothes off.” His voice is low, commanding. Causing my brain to short-circuit. I make a show of pulling my shirt from my skirt, then unbuttoning each of the buttons that go from my collarbone to mid-bust. The tiny buttons don’t need to be undone, I’m just giving myself an extra minute to tease him. He and I both know what I’m doing; he allows it. My skirt is unfastened behind me and slid to the floor instantly. I take my time unhooking my bra and sliding off my panties.
“Spread your legs.” I need to get my body and mind on the same page. He waits, a brow rising at the hesitation.
I do as asked, spreading my legs, my gaze never leaving his. He moved closer, the box opening as he sets it on the edge of the bed. The small bottle of lube in it is opened so he can coat the tips of two fingers. Those fingers then tease along the folds of my pussy. Bumping my clit and then sliding into me just enough to stretch me. He continues that torture until I am nice and wet. Panting like I’ve been running a marathon.
The pink device from the box is removed from its protective case. It too is given a nice coating of lube before he meets my gaze fully. My core is slowly starting to warm, the tingling has me rubbing my thighs together, needing friction. The lube must be the one that heats up as time passed.
“Spread your legs.”
I comply, opening myself up for what will come next. He moves closer, a man stalking the prize he’s after.
“You were a naughty girl.” His warm breath brushes the side of my face, causing me to shiver in anticipation. “You know what that means?”
I don’t respond, my brain all but fried at his closeness.
His finger runs through my folds again, making my hips jerk. “Answer me, Vanessa.”
“Y-yes,” I stumble over the word.
My eyes close as he continues to tease me. My core stretches as he slowly inserts the bullet vibrator. It’s a set, the silicone casing keeps them together, allowing him to control the intensity of pleasure they give with the remote that he holds in his other hand.
Just having them in me, moving around they will rub just where I need them to and cause my body to fly apart at any given time.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
I nod, moaning as he clicks the remote. The soft vibration makes my toes curl.
“No touching yourself. You hear me?”
“Ye-yes…”
He raises a brow.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He pats my butt and moves into the bathroom. I turn slowly, trying to figure out how to move without adding undo friction.
Breathing slowly, I walk to the bathroom. Dean has the water on, the steam already filling the closed-in shower. He stands there, his naked body in full view. His back ripples as he moves. I lick my lips. When he turns to face me, I get a good look at his cock. He is standing proud.
His arm comes out, hand extending toward me. I go to him, knowing it’s his time to take care of me, all while his torture device drives me to the edge of my sanity. Then, and only then, will he take me to bed so I can touch him, bringing him as much pleasure as he lets me have.
The two of us share the fact that we love each other fully. It’s not just about words or actions, but both. I want him to know by my actions that he is my entire world. That’s how he makes me feel, after all.
The warmth of the water hitting the back of my shoulder, soaking my hair as he tips my head back leaves me feeling boneless. Until he notches up the power to the device buried in my core. I whimper, my hands going out to land against the wall of the shower.
My eyes open to find him smiling as he watches me.
I take in a lungful of air and turn, giving him my back so the water can hit my face. If I keep looking at him, I might just come undone before he has a chance to touch me. I feel the washcloth running over my back as I pull away from the water. My head falls back slightly, the feel of his caresses warming me completely.
When he pulls me back against his chest, his hands move over my breasts and stomach. The suds wash away as fast as he can spread them over my skin. He takes care to go slowly, making sure every inch of me is clean. He moves to turn me, the water rinsing me further. Then he moves his hands to my hair, fingers scrubbing at my scalp. A moan escapes my open lips at his ministrations.
I can’t imagine how I got so damn lucky, but one thing’s for sure. I will never take this man for granted, no matter what. He is my forever.