Aria had been working at the library for over a year. She had majored in English with the intent of becoming a writer, but her professor's words kept haunting her. "Write about what you know," he would constantly say. But the problem was, Aria didn't know much. She wanted to follow in the footsteps of the great romance novelists, but every time she sat at her computer she froze; her love life was completely boring. Sure she had dated and had had sex, but nothing worth writing about. So she had taken a job at the local library. It wasn't anything overly exciting, but it paid the bills.
Exactly a month ago, however, everything started to change. One month ago, she had found a fancy envelope on her desk addressed to her. Inside, there was a poem, the first one that week. The following week, she found a new envelope each day. Each note paid homage to different part of her body. It made her feel beautiful and desired. Week number three brought a new box of chocolate each day and a single flower, but no note.
Week four was a game changer. Each day there was a new, beautifully wrapped box on her desk. Inside, a gift. On Monday, it was an expensive looking white silk blouse. On Tuesday, a charcoal pencil skirt. On Wednesday, a pair of black fuck me heels. On Thursday, beige silk stockings. On Friday, a sinful panty and bra set that made her blush. Her cheeks heated up even further when she saw an envelope under the lingerie. With shaky hands, she had opened it and found a single sentence written in a manly script. "Wear it all on Saturday".
She had placed the entire outfit on display in her bedroom. Once it was finally completed, on Friday night, she admired it. Running her fingers over the soft materials, she couldn't help but wonder how he had gotten every size perfectly. She tried once again to figure out who it may be but couldn't. Whoever it was, he had to have observed her closely.
Saturday morning can't come soon enough
, she though over and over as she struggled to fall asleep.
When it finally came, she was surprised to find yet another box, this time much smaller, on her desk. Inside the box, she found a blindfold and a note. The new note had clear instructions once again. She was to stand in the most secluded corner of the library, blindfolded. She knew she should be afraid, but all she felt was aroused.
She lost track of time as she stood between the dusty stacks of books, her eyes alert to the smallest of sounds since she couldn't see. Every time she heard footsteps, her pussy got a bit wetter. After what seemed like forever, the steps got louder and she knew it had to be him.
"Such a good girl," a deep, booming voice said.
"Thank you..." She said, fishing for a name.
"You can just call me Sir for now, gorgeous," he replied, stepping closer. She could now feel the heat emanating from his body. He was a rather large man. And he smelled of expensive cologne. She was using all her other senses to get a clue, so she reached out to touch him.
"You don't get to touch me today, darling," he whispered, catching her hand before it could make contact with his chest. Before she could even protest, he caught her other wrist, holding both behind her back with a single hand. After a bit, she could feel him tying them up with a soft material.
"Why?" she whimpered.
