Read Dominated by the Librarian #3: 'Surrender to Obey' (male submission erotica) for Free Online

her in one quick movement and lifted her from the floor. I pressed her back against the frosted glass and with one hand under around hips I grabbed my erection and steered myself in between her legs.
    She locked her legs around my waist and she kissed me possessively and moved against me eagerly, pushing against me with movements of her own.
    I almost cried out when I finally entered her. With a half-strangled groan I started to thrust against her, burying myself deep in one almost harsh movement. I had to stop myself from not coming, but she wouldn’t let me decide and instead, while I still tried to regain some sort of control, she pushed herself further, finding her own rhythm, while she kissed me again, deeper this time. Our tongues met and she took one of my hands and placed it over her full breast, while her grip around my neck hardened.
    “Slower,” she hissed, although I could see in her eyes that she really wanted me to do something entirely different.
    And it suddenly occurred to me what she was doing. She was as turned on as I wanted and I felt her squeeze around me, wet and ready, but clearly she enjoyed ordering me to take it slow against my will more than letting herself come. The fact that she enjoyed power over pleasure and although she was half of my size and still managed to control me was deeply exciting.
    I licked my lips, trying to control myself.
    “I’ll try,” I said between clenched jaws and started to move against her with at a slower pace, gliding in and out of her, almost all the way, but without leaving her. I paused, before I deliberately slowly entered her again, all the way, inch by inch. I repeated it over and over until it felt like I was making love in slow motion. It was incredibly sensual, but also rather maddening. I wasn’t sure how long I would last, but I decided to do my best.
    “Now go deeper,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming in the light. I noticed how her body started to stiffened the way I had come to realized that she often did just before she came. Obediently I did what she told me, while I fought for self-control. I wouldn’t let myself come until she would tell me, I vowed and tried not to focus too much on how good it felt to press myself deeper and a little bit harder against her, or the sensation of my hands gliding over her wet and soap-covered curvy body.
    “Like this?” I mumbled, my lips seeking hers.
    “Yes,” she answered breathlessly and I felt her body move against me, matching my rhythm.
    “Please, let me come,” I begged at last unable to hold back anymore. “Please.”
    I think it was the last comment that really pushed her over.
    “Yes,” she moaned and closed her eyes. Her last word was almost a whisper. “Come.”
    She sank her nails into my shoulder and screamed with pleasure while I thrust harder against her, pressing her back firmly against the frosted glass.
    I felt the muscles under her thighs around my waist tense and I came instantly, trusting against her almost in desperation a couple of final times, until I felt her tightening inside.
    For a short second all I could concentrating on was not to pass out before I slowly sank to the floor pressing her soft body close, so close to me.
     
    “You still owe me an explanation,” I said later when we had gone to bed.
    For some reason, although we already had had mind-blowing sex, it felt oddly intimately to lay next to her in her large bed. She had an old-fashion looking iron-wrought bed with hideous bed sheets with small pink flowers that reminded slightly of Laura Ashley design. Which it could be, for all that I knew, since I wasn’t an expert on bedding or sheets brands.
    “I most certainly do not,” Eleanor mumbled drowsily and curled up next to me. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer.
    “I think you do. I saved your life, remember,” I said softly.
    “Mmm. Well yes, I guess you did that,” she said sleepily.
    “Those men... that tried to run you over with