To say that it had been a long day would be an understatement. Amelia had gone home sick right after coming back from lunch and Courtney had to leave a few hours early because of a doctor's appointment, both of which left her alone in the massive library. Cursing her bad luck, she figured she was in for another two hours of checking in books and re-shelving them, maybe three depending on how much (or little) that Courtney had gotten done before having to leave. Seeing the last person leaving, she bade them a good night and locked both sets of doors behind them, pulling the storm door down and locking that as well, as was mandatory. The University was very strict about security, not that she minded.
Pulling an empty book cart out of the copy room, she worked her way from one end of the library to the other, humming quietly to herself as she picked books up from study desks and placed them on the cart to be re-shelved later. As she moved deeper into the floor to ceiling shelves, the heavy scent of cigar smoke filled her lungs, growing stronger by the second as she abandoned the cart to search for the source. Thankfully, the carpeted floor disguised her approach as she caught sight of a single man sitting at one of the computers meant only for professors. Watching the blue-gray smoke rise and twist in upon itself before dissipating, she drew closer, preparing to clear her throat and admonish him when she realized what was on the computer screen. Covering her mouth as she silenced a gasp of surprise, she stood stock still, frozen in place as she began to reluctantly notice other things as well. The sound of skin sliding against skin and the occasional moan had her bulking, the realization that this man was masturbating (and not only that, but in a public place) made her bite her lip slightly.
In all her years at the University, she'd never once come across something like this, let alone thought about what to do in such a situation. She was grateful no one else was here to see it, especially students, but a part of her wished Courtney or Amelia were there to back her up. Standing as straight as possible, she sauntered up and stood behind his chair for a moment before plucking the cigar from his fingers and bending down to put it out against the inside of the metal wastepaper basket under the desk. Hearing him begin to protest, she spun the chair around and settled her hands upon the flares of her hips.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, Professor, but I know you have a choice to make. You can choose to cease and desist and leave here with a ban or I can call the Dean and the police and report you for indecent exposure at the very least." Keeping her gaze on his face, it was a lot more difficult than she realized; especially when he resumed his stroking, the rise and fall of his hand acting as a silent invitation for her eyes to travel South. Biting the inside of her cheek, she narrowed those fierce blue eyes of hers and crossed to the desk beside him, her hand reaching for the courtesy phone sitting beside the computer. "You have three seconds."
Okay, so maybe turning her back on him was a (very) stupid move on her part but she didn't think he'd stand up and snatch the phone from her hand while firmly gripping the back of her neck. Letting out a soft whimper as he pulled her around to face him, the pressure he began to put on her shoulders quickly pushed her to the ground, one hand landing against the edge of the desk while the other landed against the bulk of his thigh. Finally, for the first time since she'd found him, he spoke.
"The way I see it is you have two choices. The easy way or the hard way. You can be a willing participant or I can take what I want. You have three seconds." As he spoke, he pulled the chair up behind him and sat down, his hand returning to her shoulder before caressing the side of her neck. He'd bet an entire paycheck that the up-tight, prim and proper, outwardly prudish librarian was a sex-starved minx behind closed doors. He'd had his eye on her for a while now, the way her hips swayed within the second skin of her pencil skirts never failed to make him pause and his mouth water. Watching her struggle for words, he finally lifted his hand from the side of her neck and cupped the back of her head, gently but firmly guiding her closer with each passing second. As she drew near she began to balk and fight a little, the shock wearing off as she realized this was all really, actually happening.
Tossing her gaze up to his face, she pressed her hands firmly against his hips, her head shaking as she pressed back against the fingers now curled into the swirl of her silver-blonde chignon. "No, no, I won't! You can't do this, you can't make mprhh.." Her eyes flew wide as teacup saucers as he exerted the rest of his strength upon her, the bulbous head of his cock spearing past her perfectly painted lips to cut off the last of her protest.
"I see it's the hard way, then." Standing, the feel of her hands beating against his thighs didn't hurt, simply because the angle wasn't right for her, but it was definitely something he couldn't allow.
"Stop or I will tie your hands behind your back with my belt." Staring down at those heated pools of sapphire, the dig of her manicured nails into his thighs made his eyes narrow for a moment, his hips thrusting slowly to send his shaft a little deeper with every short thrust. Feeling her drag her teeth along his length, he cursed and reached down to slide the width of his thumb in beside his cock, forcing her jaw down as a slight whimper vibrated her mouth around him. "Don't. Do. That. Again. Understood?" She didn't even attempt a nod, nor any other sign of her understanding though she did dig her nails in a little deeper in an effort to cause him some sort of pain. Hearing his throaty growl, the pressure on the back of her head was gone as was the harsh addition of his thumb holding her mouth open. With the opportunity placed before her, she lurched back off his saliva coated cock and glared up at him.
