Hunny was bored. She was on vacation, and had more time than she knew what to do with. She was a workaholic who spent hours at her office, and wasn't used to all this free time. Her boss had insisted that take a break, after the conclusion of a particularly successful project. Her boss had hinted that upon her return, she would be made partner at the firm, but that they wanted her well-rested before she assumed her new post. Hunny would be the first Asian woman to make partner, and she wanted to show her supervisors that could be a team player, so she went along with the suggestion that she go on vacation and relax.
Hunny had just turned 40, but like many Asian women, she looked almost a decade younger than her actual age. Her fine dark hair framed her face and swung smoothly when she walked. Her eyes were exotically slanted, and were a rich chocolate brown. She kept her make-up to a minimum, but always used lipstick, usually in a light pink shade that made her full lips gleam. She tried to keep in shape, but worked so hard, she rarely had time to exercise. She had promised herself that upon making partner, she would make time for an exercise regimen, to keep herself toned.
After a few days of doing absolutely nothing, she had, in desperation, signed up for a tour of stately manors (musty old houses, in her opinion). After the first three houses, she was heartily sick of looking at faded wallpaper, and old-fashioned furniture. She was planning on escaping the last tour of the day, but when she saw the photos of the library in the brochure, she decided to stay.
Hunny loved books, she would happily curl up on her couch with the latest thriller, or her secret vice, a well-written bodice-ripper. When the tour group entered the library, she sighed with pleasure. It was a lovely room, shelves lined with books from floor to ceiling. There were even comfortable nooks where one could sit and read. She noticed that a portion of the library had been cordoned off, and it contained a lovely glass bookcase, with interesting figures. That area also contained an extremely well-stuffed armchair, with a lamp behind, perfect for relaxing with a book. She asked the tour guide why that part was off limits, and the tour guide snippily said that as he had already explained, this house was still lived in by its owner. Portions of the property were open to the public, but the owner wanted his privacy respected, and refused to show everything. Another tourist asked whether the owner was currently in residence, and Hunny listened with interest as the tour guide said he believed the owner was currently out of the country. Hunny was dying to see what was in the bookcase, and her quick and mischievous mind came up with a spontaneous plan. One of the tourists had brought a toddler with her, much to the tour guide's displeasure. The toddler had already been griping, and Hunny took advantage of the child's restlessness. She began to make faces at the child and tease him, and finally resorted to sneakily pinching the child so that he cried. She quickly moved away, and in the resulting hullabaloo, she was able to hide and let the tour group move out of the room.
When she was alone, she unhooked the rope cordoning off the book case, and moved toward it. The little figures were unusual, and some of the books looked quite old. At first glance, the book case appeared to be locked. She tentatively tried the door, and smiled when it swung open. She picked up one of the figures very carefully, and studied it. She flushed hotly, face glowing, when she realized it was a small erotic carving of Japanese origin. She put the figure back onto the shelf, and instead took out a book. She chose one of the newer looking ones and opened it to a random page.
Hunny blushed again, her eyes widening in shock. The book was illustrated, and as she flipped through the pages she realized the most of the drawings depicted women in various stages of undress and in some form of restraint. The women were all servicing men, in a myriad of ways that Hunny had never thought possible. Hunny wasn't a virgin, but her experience with men was limited. She found that men she met always seemed to be somewhat weak and wimpy, and rarely saw the same man more than once or twice.
Hunny kept flipping through the pages. Despite her initial shock, she was intrigued. The illustrations were cleverly drawn, and the expressions on the women's faces were puzzling. They looked as if they were experiencing pleasure, but also seemed slightly ashamed. She saw that there was a bit of text before each illustration and decided to read. Though she didn't want to admit it to herself, she was more than intrigued; she could feel a slight tingling in her groin. Refusing to acknowledge her arousal, she sat in the comfy armchair she had eyed earlier, and began going through the book. She found that there were stories placed in the beginning of each chapter, and she read each one. They were all about Domination, about submissive women being taken hard by strong men, and enjoying the experience.
Without realizing it, she began shifting in the chair, her breath coming faster. One hand dipped down, and began caressing her thigh. She was so engrossed in the book that she didn't realize how much time had passed. The house had been closed to visitors. She also didn't know that the tour guide had been wrong about the presence of the owner. He was not abroad, he was, in fact, in the house, and had been up in the private floor while the tour was being conducted.
Nick was the sole heir to the property. While he had a good job in the city, the taxes on the property had just been too much for him, and he had been forced to open the house to viewers. He hated having to do so, and resented each tourist, whom he viewed as a trespasser. It was Nick's custom at the end of each day to go through the house, reclaiming it as his own.
He quietly walked into the library, the thickly carpeted floor muffling the sound of his footsteps. He was furious when he found someone present, especially when he saw that his special collection of erotica had been disturbed. The door of the bookcase was wide open and one book clearly missing.
He was about to shout at the intruder, when a soft sound stopped him dead in his tracks. It was a soft female moan of pure lustful pleasure. He silently stepped closer, partially hidden by the other bookshelves, and was confronted by the sight of an Asian woman, one hand holding up one of his books and the other buried between her legs. Her legs were hanging over the arms of the chair, spread so widely that he could see her fingers working. As he stepped closer, he could even hear the soft liquid sounds of her sex. H narrowed his eyes, his heart beating faster when he made out the title of the book she was reading. It just happened to be one of his favourites. Nick's not-so-secret vice was his pleasure in dominating women. He enjoyed the challenge in gaining a woman's submission.
He watched as the woman's hips squirmed; he heard her moans increase and realized she was soon going to cum. He smiled predatorily, and boldly strode forward. Snatching the book out of her hand he said menacingly: "Well, what do we have here? A book thief, and obviously a slut!"
Hunny squealed, all arousal forgotten. She quickly tugged her fingers out of her sticky hole, blushing at the sucking sound it made. Her body was aching, she had been so close to cumming, but now...
She looked up at him, registering his words. She tried to stammer out an apology, but her words came to a halt as she saw the huge bulge in Nick's trousers. The chair put her at the perfect height to see it, she involuntarily licked her lips.
Nick sneered at her. "You are a little slut, aren't you? You get caught in the act of being a dirty little thing, and now you're shamelessly staring at my cock." He grinned as she blushed again. He saw the mingled shame and arousal in her eyes.
He said casually, "Quite the taste in books you have though. This is my favourite book. I see that it affected you like it did me."
She stammered, "N-no...I...I just.."
"No?" he said. "I come in here, and you've got your fingers diddling your cunt , and you say you're not wanting it?"
She hung her head in shame, but jerked it back up again when he thundered, "Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut!" He looked her over, her flushed skin, hard nipples pressing against her tee-shirt. She'd tried to pull down her short skirt, but it had just ridden up again. He could see her panties, still pulled to the side and he caught her scent, hot and musky.
"I think you need to be taught a lesson."
