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into
her mercilessly from behind.
    That bastard!
    * * *
    She returned to the library next morning,
working in the dusty rear area. Because of the dirt she wore a pair
of cutoffs and a t-shirt, sniffing disdainfully at many of the
titles she came across. Carling's uncle was definitely a pervert.
And for all she knew it was hereditary.
    No, that wasn't fair. He hadn't done a thing
to her, and his behaviour wasn't really unusual for a man,
especially given how much of her he'd seen.
    She picked up one of the newer books and
opened it to the inside cover sheet, tapping in the information to
her computer.
    This one was illustrated, with very
well-rendered drawings, and they were of beautiful girls in
bondage. She flipped through the pages slowly, grudgingly admiring
the perverted artist's imagination for the numerous different types
of bondage, and the numerous positions he placed his models. She
never would have even thought about most such things! Whoever knew
how many different ways you could tie a girl up or suspend her from
the ceiling?
    What would she look like, she wondered, tied
up naked like some of these pictures? Would he torture her while
she was helpless, as some of the drawings showed? The thought left
her more than a little breathless, and she felt the tight seam of
her jeans digging into her pussy as she squatted beside the
shelves.
    What would he think, she wondered, if she
stripped off and started masturbating right then and there, and he
came upon her? Would he fire her, or fuck her?
    Did he want to fuck her? Of course he did.
Every man did. And given what he'd seen of her, and his
appreciation of her assets, he was no different than the others.
She could fuck him, she supposed. There was no danger of word
getting around to the people she knew, and he wasn't half bad
looking either, though insufferable.
    He was probably just as arrogant in bed, and
for all her self abuse she had little real experience with men. If
he went through women “like socks” he probably had an enormous
breadth of experience to fall back on and would sneer at her lack
of skills.
    Arrogant prick!
    There turned out to be quite a lot of that
type of book, many old, but some newer, and several that were fully
illustrated with drawings and paintings. Carling returned twice
that day to peruse them and to taunt her, and she at first refused
to rise to the bait, partially because she was too embarrassed and
uncomfortable, given her earlier mishaps.
    “Mr Carling,” she finally said, somewhat
waspishly, “this will go considerably better if you don't continue
to interrupt me.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “Is that the way you
think best to speak to your employer, Quinn?”
    Well, of course it wasn't, but still.
    “I apologize but – .”
    “And it's Lord Carling, if you please, or you
may use milord, or at least, sir,” he said, “as a testament to the
lofty distance between one of your meager station in life and one
of my exalted status. I shant insist you be on your knees when
addressing me, but familiarity would really be quite improper.”
    Such arrogance was breathtaking, but she was
certain he meant at least some of it in a humourous vein. Well...
probably. Still, it did remind her she was dealing with an
extremely wealthy, important individual who was also her
employer.
    “I apologize,” she said, gaining control of
herself, “but your continual fixation on this.. this... material,
is most improper.”
    “Improper how?” he asked, guilelessly, “It
is, after all, a part of the library you're undertaking to catalog
and sort, and some of it is quite rare and perhaps valuable.
Indeed, I value your insight, as a librarian and bibliophile. And
it was you, after all, who brought them to my attention.”
    “While that might be somewhat true, this
particular... topic, could be seen as somewhat unseemly.”
    “Really? What an old-fashioned notion. You
mean because you're a woman? Would it be less improper if I'd hired
a male