Travis hadn’t come to visit often. He made me go to him, always telling me he had homework or a party to go to. I ran through the couple of times he’d been here, trying to figure out which time it had been. “I didn’t realize you’d seen us.”
“When your brother told me you broke up with him last spring, I got my hopes up again so I came to the library one night.”
“You did?” I searched my memory but I couldn’t remember ever seeing him there around that time.
“I didn’t let you see me after I caught the book you were reading.”
“What was it?” I asked trying to recall what it could have been, but all the books I’d read had blended together.
'“The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty.’ By chance, I’d read it a few years ago. But it wasn’t the book that struck me, more so your reaction to it.”
The story was a well-known forced erotic situation and it was clear where his ideas had sprung from. He hadn’t been wrong. I returned to the book at least once a year. Who knew I’d eventually find myself in my own claiming? Fucked by a stranger in a library every night.
“What was my reaction to it?” I knew quite well the effect it had had on me, but I wanted it from his perspective.
“It was quite moving.” His voice dropped, husky and laced with grit I rarely heard from him. “You were flushed, and sweating. You kept looking around to see if anyone was watching. But no one else paid any mind. You turned those pages so fast and at one point you got interrupted and you were so hard. Like I could have made you come with one word.” He smiled to himself, lost to the memory as he spoke. “The guest couldn’t tell, but from where I sat, I saw your lap once you moved the book. You were raging. Maybe the hardest I’ve ever seen you. Throbbing through your pants. I nearly went to you then.” His words fell away and I was left hanging on them.
“And?” I pressed.
“Instead of coming up to you, something came over me. I went home and gathered supplies and showed up later.”
I remembered it well, so lost in the fantasy that night that I’d sunk to my knees and asked him to come back the next night. I’d come so hard in the mask he placed on me to stop me from seeing his face. “I remember,” I whispered, the images of how the mask showed up on my desk filling my mind. The note accompanying it. How my mouth went dry when I’d considered doing what it asked.
I had, too. Caught up in the idea of someone coming to do all those things I’d wanted done to me.
“Did you really not know who I was that night? I thought for sure you’d recognize my voice the minute I spoke.” There was an edge to Jensen’s tone.
“I don’t know if it was the mask muffling you or that I was so lost in the fantasy, but I didn’t.” I went over and over the first night in my head. “Your daddy voice is different than your normal speaking voice.”
“Yes, I guess it is.” It had a command to it that went straight to my cock. “I didn’t expect it to go on as it did. I was going to tell you, but you begged me to come back the next night. So I thought you knew and you wanted it like I did.”
“I did want it, but I honestly had no idea.”
“So I came the next night and the one after, then I told you I had to go away for a while.”
“Waiting for you to get back was torture.” We hadn’t even fucked. He’d tied me up and made me come after he striped my ass.
“I was gone for ten days. And all I thought about was you while I was gone.”
“I stood in my shower and looked at the marks on my ass and thighs and jacked off until they faded,” I admitted.
He groaned, nudging an elbow into me. “Mean.”
“It’s true.”
“And then you begged me to fuck you next time I visited.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything that bad in my entire life,” I said, finally letting the thought free. I didn’t want to lose the library. It was the only thing that got me through the breakup with Travis. I’d almost called him so many times and was at my breaking point when Jensen started coming to the library. He’d made Travis so easy to forget. “But you didn’t.”
“No, I wanted to be sure you were ready. It was a bit unconventional.”
“I still think about our first time.” I guess it was ‘spill my guts’ day.
“I think about it every time I come to the library.”
“Do you?”
“I’m thinking about it right now.”
I closed my eyes and paused in my step, chest tightening. “Now who’s being mean?”
He chuckled and tugged me along. “Come on, we’re almost back to your place. It’ll be dark soon and you know what happens when it’s dark.”
“The animals come out and eat me?”
“Well that, too, but that wasn’t what I was thinking.”
“What were you thinking?”
“Dark is your deadline to talk, after that it’s stroke my cock by the fire time. And Daddy isn’t going to let you touch.”
Five
AIDEN
I went straight to my room to change while he went to the washroom. I needed time to clear my head. He’d been so romantic and sexy in the woods, the contrast of his soft side and his daddy side—for lack of a better term—swirled around in my brain. He was more than I’d ever expected him to be. More than even my fantasies had been. Or maybe I was thinking about it entirely wrong. He was a caretaker and he was going to do that for me however I needed it to be.
I liked him. This was more than sex. Much more. I stripped off my clothes and slipped into my bed, pressing my face into the jersey, soft and welcoming but even my sheets felt lonely today. Pulling a pillow over my head, I groaned. If our library exploits were over, what would I have to look forward to?
I curled up, picking up the book off my side table. The pages well-worn from the many times I’d read Sleeping Beauty. The book fell open to my favorite scene. I scanned the words but started to drift before I was more than a few paragraphs in. Mental exhaustion had that effect on me.
I didn’t feel any better when I woke up. I had too many thoughts mixing around. I wanted to stop thinking, but none of that was going to stop unless I played with Jensen. And he wasn’t going to until I talked, which would only make me think more. I was in a never-ending spiral.
I forced myself out of bed, hearing Jensen doing something in the kitchen. My curiosity getting the best of me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, slipping out of the bedroom to find Jensen heating something on the stove.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be up for a while.” He had ingredients lined up on the counter. Straight lines. Always straight lines. Everything with Jensen was orderly. I wasn’t sure how he felt about my chaos.
“I want to enjoy the sore.” I pushed the cocoa out of his line when I came over to lean against the counter. He eyed what I’d done but didn’t put it back. He’d come a long way from high school.
“You should nap.”
“I tried.” I jutted my chin out and pushed another one of his ingredients out of line.