The Librarian – House Call

This is the fourth installment of the Librarian Series. The other three chapters are:

An Intimate Introduction

Dinner and a Show

Auto Erotic

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I decide to take the stairs in place of the elevator, giving us both a moment to collect ourselves. Approaching my apartment door, I look back to ensure Hudson is with me, then let my gaze trail from his hooded blue eyes to his leather-enclosed toes. It seems the short jaunt up the stairs has done little to extinguish his arousal. The tent at the front of his pants looks quite uncomfortable and his eyes are glued to me like he’s worried I’ll vanish at any moment. I feel a momentary twinge of pity for him but quickly wipe it away. He’s been waiting to climax for most of the day, but his pending release will be better for it. He’ll thank me later.

Opening the door, I kick off my heels, suppressing the sigh that bubbles up as I step out of the arched shoes. Removing the four extra inches causes Hudson to tower over me and I can sense his gaze boring into me from behind as I continue walking into my suite.

“Can I offer you a drink, Mr. Hudson?” I ask, making my way through the open concept living area to the built-in bar. I see the Gardener’s eyes land on my collection of houseplants at the floor-to-ceiling windows on the east-facing wall and bite back my smile.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having, Emerald,” the Gardener replies as he walks towards the greenery.

I pour two glasses of red wine and handing Hudson one say, “I’m going to go change into something more… appropriate. May I suggest you let that snake out of your pants before it suffocates?” At this, I point directly at his obvious arousal. “Oh and make yourself comfortable.”

Before he can respond I turn and make my way to my bedroom. Silently closing the door, ensuring it’s locked, I head straight for the cabinet situated center on the opposite wall. Removing two lengths of crimson rope, I finger the straps of a small ball-gag before deciding it may be better suited for a later date, should we get through this one. I take a riding crop from its hook but shake my head and return it to its place, then palm a single bell and lay my wares on the bed.

In the connected ensuite, I run a brush through my golden locks, quickly gargle a shot of mouthwash, and re-apply a thick layer of red lipstick. Pinching my cheeks, some post-orgasmic colour is restored and I give my reflection my biggest, brightest smile. Removing my clothing and the red bra, I leave the stockings in place and slip into a black lace teddy.

I wait a few minutes longer than necessary, then collect my barely touched wine, grab the few items off the bed and make my way back down the short hallway. Hudson’s back is to me, his clothing still in place, much to my surprise. He stands boldly in front of the picture pane window, taking in the view of the city stretched before him.

Quietly as possible, I place a chair mid-floor and stand behind it and simply watch how long it takes for him to become aware of my presence. I don’t have to wait long as catching me off guard, his rough voice grumbles, “You look amazing, Emerald.”

Turning, his eyes rove over me, devouring the sight before him. Not allowing him to see how much his appraisal warms me, I remain stoic. This is my scene, my space. He’ll soon learn. Eyes flickering to the rope coiled in my hand, his head tilts to the side. I can almost see his mind racing. He’s not sure what the rope is for, but he’s not against it. Excellent.

“Thank you, Hudson,” I say like his compliment is of no consequence. “As I said, you are owed a reward. A few, actually. First, for not taking matters into your own hands today, quite literally,” I say with a smirk. “Next for guessing my name. Very clever, that. Deserving of a very special reward, I think. And third, for getting me home before I came in the car. That one was close, but you pulled through, once again.”

“You said something about my replacing your fingers while we were in the car?”

I smile at this. He’s on his game, I’ll grant him that.

“I did, but first, how about one more game?”

“What are the stakes?” The gardener asks. He’s curious I can tell, but also on edge.

“You don’t come until I say so, and you’ll get to climax more than once. If you do not hold off until I permit, I will punish you. And then we will start again.” I pause, letting what I’m demanding sink in.

“If this is too much for you, you may fuck me now and then you can go home. No questions asked. Nothing gained, nothing lost. We will just have tonight though and nothing more. But if you play on my terms, by my rules, I’ll surely make it is worth the wait.”

The wheels are turning. His eyes are narrowed as his gaze traces my face searching for any hint of deceit. They continue to roam over my lace-shrouded breasts then settle on my hand, deciding if the rope within it is worth the cost. I perceive his resignation before he takes a deep breath, and can’t help the smile that splits my face.

“Deal, Emerald. I’ll play by your rules and do my best to not come until you say so.”

Suddenly turning serious, I snap my fingers, wiping all playfulness from my features. “Remove your trousers and anything else under them. Leave your shirt in place and sit facing forward on the chair.

He doesn’t hesitate, which is a good sign. Unbuckling his belt, his pants drop around his ankles. He’s bare beneath them and finally, I get a good look at his manhood in all its glory. Having felt it beneath the table at dinner did not prepare me for how magnificent a cock it would be. It juts out from his torso, tall and stately, like a prince standing at attention. Sliding his socks from his ankles he looks at me before turning and sitting softly on the chair.

“Hands behind your back.” The request is met without hesitation. “I’m going to tie your wrists. We can’t have your hands in the way.” He nods his head once and I quickly wrap the rope around his joined wrists twice before threading it between his hands and cinching the ends tight with a bowline. Tossing the remaining threads through the legs of the chair I walk around him, squat down, and look him in the eye.

“Slide forward until only your ass is touching the seat, then place your feet at the outside of the chair legs.” He does so with a bit of guidance and I quickly tie each ankle using the second length of rope.

“I am going to gag you with your shirt but leave your eyes and ears clear. Are we okay to continue?”

“A deal’s a deal, Emerald.”

Taking that as consent, I place the small bell in his hand.

“Hold this tight. If you drop it, it means you need or want to stop. If it falls accidentally, I will still stop, and we will not continue.”

Gesturing between us with a single hand, I continue, “this will end immediately and that will be it.” Pushing the bell hard into Hudson’s palm, I wrap his fingers around it then quickly pull his shirt over his head, pressing the fabric tightly into his mouth.

“Can you hear me, Gardner?” I ask although I know he can. A quick nod affirms it.

Taking a moment to build up the tension I can sense radiating from him, I simply stand and watch. A rapid fluttering at his throat reveals his apprehension, but his stiff straight cock tells me he’s enjoying my tactics. Maybe more so because of the unknowns.

Running my fingernails up from his drawn tight testicles to the tip of his princely cock, I smile as his manhood jumps and the Gardener releases a long moan, eyes rolling back. Pre come has started to dribble from the tip and I’m unsure how long he will last. It may have taken more time to tie him up than it will be before he comes.

Planting my knees on the floor, I start lapping my tongue over his tip, savoring the taste of him. Each flick makes his rod jump and I need to take him in hand to keep his cock in place. Smothering his length with my moist mouth, I force him to the back of my throat, allowing my saliva to soak his dick thoroughly before I take him in hand once again.

Pumping his organ at a leisurely pace, I look directly into his eyes, watching for the tell-tale sign that he’s close. It seems his stamina is better than I gave credit for, although his eyes are watching my every move.

“You’ve been very good today, Gardner. So patient. But I wonder, what was your favourite part? Having your cock groped in the library?” I pause my questioning but continue stroking, watching his face as the day’s events cross through his memory.

“Or maybe you preferred being jacked off under the table at dinner? Did you enjoy giving me control, allowing me to play in such a public place?” His cock jumps at this and I simply smile at him.

“Hmmm, it seems you liked that very much.” I change my pace, slowing my hand, but increasing the pressure. Focusing on the soft skin where his shaft meets glans, I flick my thumb back and forth before dropping my voice to a whisper.

“Did you enjoy watching me fuck myself in the car, Gardner?” Practically purring, I continue. “Did the scent of my arousal make you hard? You certainly seemed to enjoy licking my cunt juices from my fingers.” Not sure if it was the word cunt or the picture that I’m painting inside his mind that causes the reaction, his cock stiffens in my hand and I know he’s close. I increase the tempo, watching his abdomen pull in tight as he holds back his release.

“I’m going to put you back in my mouth, Gardner. I will take my time lapping and licking your perfect cock. You are to hold back until I have you buried fully in my throat. I will tap both your thighs three times. Only then may you feed me the spunk you wish to so badly. Understood?”

He mutely nods again, and I waste no time replacing my hand with my mouth. Repeating the long licks from balls to tip, I slowly start sucking him farther and deeper, taking him to the hilt, holding him there, before pulling back and licking him slowly once more. He groans at this but not another sound is made. His hands are balled tight if the cords in his arms are any indication and his entire body is strung tight like a bow with the need to climax.

Placing my hands on his legs, I massage his thighs, then run my hands up to his testes, massaging them gently, then more firmly before squeezing tight. Hudson releases a moan that sends a shiver down my spine but also spurs me on. Grazing his inner thighs with my nails, I smile around his erection as goosebumps swell under my fingertips.

Once more sucking his member to the back of my throat, I hold him there, and tap his thigh once, then again before swallowing and slowly easing up. The groan Hudson grants me is primal and pregnant with pent-up frustration. His legs are vibrating, his entire body anticipating the much-needed impending release.

Starting the process of licking and lapping at him a third time, one hand firmly on his thigh, the other groping his balls, I look up at him through my lashes. His head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. His mouth is open as long rasping breaths are sucked into his lungs. I take my time, remaining unhurried. Pre-come is coating my throat, spreading over my tongue. He tastes delicious and my arousal builds to an inferno. Deciding I need to taste him, need to see what he looks like as he falls apart, I bury him in my throat one final time, pushing past the reflex to gag, and slap rather than tap each thigh, three times.

The slaps haven’t even finished echoing between the walls before Hudson’s back arches beautifully off the chair, pushing himself impossibly deeper into me. Letting go, he comes with a roar and floods my mouth with spurt after spurt of musky man juice. He tastes slightly sweet, which is a first and as he relaxes, I take my time slurping and devouring every delicious drop.

He’s softened slightly but still noticeably stiff as I remove him from my warm mouth. Licking my lips, I take in his relaxed appearance. He’s sagged against the chair as much as he can, his hooded eyes now blissfully clear. Hudson looks completely exhausted, but I know he’ll arise to what I have in store. Standing I take the bell from his still tightly clenched hand.

“Nice work, Gardner. I must say I am impressed, and that I assure you does not happen often. Are you ready for your reward now?” He nods fervently in response.

“Shimmy your bum back so you’re more comfortable.” He does so and I stretch one stockinged leg over him, resting my heel on the seat of the chair.

“Soon, I will let you fuck me Gardner, but seeing as you’re so blissfully satiated, for the time being, I thought we could even up the stakes. What do you say?”

He doesn’t say anything as he’s still gagged, but his eyebrows raise almost to his hairline.

Unsnapping the crotch of my bodysuit, I fold up the front flap, exposing my bare cunt to his gaze. His eyes narrow in on the nude flesh and his cock stiffens once more against my thigh. Smiling at him, I wedge myself closer, then removing his shirt from his mouth, I grasp him less than gently by the hair and bury his face in my heat.

“Lick Gardner, and don’t you dare stop until I tell you to.”

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To see who else is making you say Mmm for week 11, lick the lips.

For more series, see Dirty Sheets – Chapter 1, or Making a masochist.

For some real life sexy events, see Seven days of Sucking, or Scratching an Itch.