Between the Stacks

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Rebecca glanced up at the clock that hung above the heavy double doors of the Fairview Public Library. 7:43. Seventeen minutes to go, she thought, peering around, looking for any stragglers. Even though Thursday was the library’s late night, there were always one or two patrons who had to be practically pushed out the door at 8:00. Surprisingly, she didn’t see anyone, so she busied herself filing away a few books and tidying up the long oak counter, making sure everything was neat and ready for opening tomorrow. She’d been head librarian for several years now, and loved it. As with most small-town libraries, it was a hub of the community, and served many functions. Rebecca enjoyed being a part of it all, and found the work extremely satisfying. She looked the part, too. Her long chestnut hair was usually worn up in a bun, and her ‘uniform’ generally consisted of a pencil skirt or tailored trousers and a blouse. Her green eyes were framed by sleek black glasses. Today she’d opted for a skirt, almanbahis şikayet and had added a silk scarf at her neck. Her feet were killing her in the unusually high heels she’d chosen. It had been a long day, but now it was time to go home. Rebecca glanced around, and seeing no one, shrugged and went to lock the doors. She ducked into the restroom for a moment, then stepped back outside and grabbed a rolling cart. Pushing it through the main sitting area, she picked up books and magazines that had been left out on the tables. As she did so, she glanced into the stacks as she passed, making sure everything was in order. She prided herself on keeping things neat and orderly. She paused at one table, looking curiously at the selection of books that had been haphazardly spread out. Their covers all had a similar theme—a woman in handcuffs, on her knees, a closeup of bound wrists. Rebecca’s eyebrows drew together as she scooped them up and headed toward the small section of erotic romance almanbahis canlı casino that was discreetly tucked away in a back corner. As she stooped to place a book on the shelf, her skin prickled, and a moment later a rough hand closed around the back of her neck. Her gasp was cut off as the hand moved to cover her mouth. “Get up, but don’t turn around.” Rebecca rose slowly, feeling the heat of the man behind her as he straightened up, too. She stood still, her heart pounding, waiting. “You know we’re the only ones in here, so don’t fuss. Walk.” Rebecca’s wrists were held in a strong grip as she was steered toward the wall until her breasts were pressed against it. She felt the man’s weight on her back, his thigh coming between her legs from behind. In an instant, he’d pulled the scarf from her neck and used it to blindfold her. “Good girl.” With Rebecca’s wrists gripped tightly in one of his, the man led her into the stacks, turning her to face a long row of books. She almanbahis casino breathed heavily as she felt his large hands exploring her hips, her ass, her thighs. She gasped as he drew one hand up her inner thigh, not stopping until he reached where she was hot and wet. He chuckled darkly. “Well, well…you are a little slut, aren’t you?” Dipping two fingers into her bare pussy, he brought them to her mouth. “No panties, and now you’ve made a mess all over my hand. Clean it up.” He thrust his fingers between her lips. Rebecca tasted herself, tangy and sweet. “Do you always show up to work sans panties?” “N-no.” “And I bet if I check—” He slid his hands up her torso, coming around to cup her breasts. “Of course. No bra, either. I take it back. You’re not a good girl at all, are you?” When Rebecca remained quiet, he gave her nipples a sharp pinch, making her moan. “Are you?” “No!” “Well, good. I happen to like bad girls.” He paused. “But bad girls need to be punished.” A small whimper escaped Rebecca’s lips. He reached out and swept his hand along the shelf that was level with her waist, knocking the books on it to the floor. “Lean over and brace your hands on the shelf. Spread your legs.” Rebecca complied, resting trembling hands on the scarred shelf.