ChaoticArmcandy

  All around me there was bustle and urgency. I leaned against one of the boratory counters, trying to take some weight off my sore feet. It was almost the end of my shift, and my ears felt perked, anticipating the sound of a bell.

  Then, without a word, someone pushed a request form into the small of my back. Sigh. Again? So rude. I began to lodge a compint without looking and then the sound died in my throat as I turned and saw—Alexi. My heart thumped.

  He was looking at me with a smug little curve to his lips, as if daring me to—to do what, I didn’t know. I blushed and took the piece of paper without looking at it. He did, though, and very purposefully—which prompted me to finally read it.

  ‘Meet me in the library,’ was all it said.

  I looked back up quickly, but he was already turning away, with one st meaningful gnce. I checked around me nervously. Had anyone seen that? What did he want to do in the Archives?

  I could almost hear his confident retort. What else but the only thing we do? Come on, keep up, Ellie.

  I squirmed, and the bell started tolling.

  I edged into the lobby of the Archives, bundled in my long coat and scarf, trying to peek around and spot Alexi.

  Then I felt a tap on the shoulder and I startled and let out an undignified yelp. I already knew who I was going to see, as I turned, color rushing to my cheeks.

  He was grinning insufferably at me.

  I rolled my eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

  “I didn’t say anything. Also, not my fault you make such cute noises.”

  I blushed, this time with pleasure. I did really like it when Alexi called me cute. It was kind of a first for me, and it never failed to make me feel a little dreamy-eyed around him.

  He looked around with annoying confidence. “Come on, follow me.”

  We began walking downwards, on the Ramp. As it bored deeper into the earth, it gradually narrowed and steepened, and we saw fewer and fewer people. I gnced around at the shelves on the levels we passed and noticed that the books looked older and older.

  My pulse continued to race. Where was Alexi leading me? Was he really going to fuck me here? The idea was kind of hot, I had to admit.

  Finally Alexi led us away from the Ramp, deeper into a wing of shelves that juked back and forth as it tunneled horizontally. There were empty reading holes scattered along the way, but Alexi passed them by. Finally, the tunnel stopped at a dead end. There was one st reading hole—a couple steps leading down to a door that was currently propped open, a couch and a desk visible beyond it.

  Alexidropped his bookbag and flopped down on the couch with a sighof relief. I followed suit, but attempted to climb right into his p and stick my tongue down his throat. I was already so horny.

  “Mmph! Ah, Ellie!” He fended me off.

  “Sorry!” I squirmed, then tried again a moment ter.

  He slipped one hand up to my throat and I looked at him with wide eyes. I could still breath, but he had me firmly by the neck. He squeezed lightly and Imelted like butter in his hands.

  “You must think you can just do whatever you want, hmm?” He shook me by the throat a little. I shuddered, so turned on my eyes rolled. At this point, he knew all my weaknesses.

  “S-sorry,” I gasped.

  He released me. “You’re wearing too many clothes, Ellie.”

  I shivered with lust. “But, what if someone—?”

  “Then all they’ll see is a naked girl, being tied up,” he interrupted smoothly.

  I almost choked. “Tied...up??”

  He winked at me. “I thought you would like that.”

  I reddened.

  He grinned. “C’mon, I bet you’re soaking your underwear right now, just thinking about it.”

  I groaned. I was unutterably turned on by the idea. I jumped up and began taking my clothes off as fast as I could.

  Alexi watched with a gloating expression as I exposed myself.

  He rose and I shivered as he took a step towards me. Alexi slid his arm around my shoulders to grasp the back of my neck with one hand. I gasped as I felt him take a firm hold of me, acutely aware that I was naked in front of a fully clothed boy, and that I loved it.

  “Well? Are you soaked, Ellie?”

  “I-I think so,” I choked. Admitting it out loud made hot blood rush to my face.

  “Shall we see?”

  I actually whined.

  His other hand cupped my vulva and I moaned loudly. My hand fluttered on his firm chest.

  “Seems like you like the idea of being tied up, doesn’t it?” There was a satisfied edge to his voice.

  I felt his fingers sliding into me and I shook and arched on them, gasping. Slowly, he began to work them in and out of me. My fist clenched his shirt. I was making tiny little gasps and whimpers of pleasure.

  “I asked you a question,” he mocked. “Keep up, Ellie.”

  “Sorry,” I moaned, face hot. My pussy was making the wettest, most lewd sounds imaginable as he sank his fingers in again and again.

  “You must enjoy making me repeat myself, huh?”

  “Alexii, please,” I begged.

  “Oh, please? Please, what?”

  “Please, I-I want you to…” I closed my eyes. I knew what I wanted. Saying it was harder. “…To tie me up and...” I swallowed. “Use me,” I whispered.

  Alexi chuckled and stilled his fingers. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”

  “S-sorry,” I whined, my hips pulsing jerkily, trying to fuck his hand. I knew my cheeks must be bright red.

  “So much apologizing! You must really think you deserve to be treated this way, hm?”

  “Y-yes,” I whimpered. It was only after the word left my mouth that I realized it was true. I wondered what that meant.

  “So you want me to use you,” Alexi whispered hotly in my ear, “the way you deserve?”

  “Pleaase,” I whined. I felt myself sliding downwards, descending into a wanton pit of need where nothing else mattered.

  He stepped back and withdrew his fingers with a soft shlick. “Tongue out, Ellie.”

  I proffered my tongue and he proceeded to wipe his fingers all over it. I watched his gorgeous, mischievous face as he did it, making little whimpering noises.

  He arched an eyebrow at me. “Stop being so adorable, I’m trying be mean to you. Get on the couch, on your hands and knees.”

  I stumbled to the couch, glowing with praise, and mounted it. Naked and trembling on all fours, I looked up at him with hooded, gzed eyes.

  “There you are, finally,” he gloated. “This is the real you, isn’t it, Ellie?”

  He spped my ass, loudly, and I moaned incoherently. I could feel moisture trickling down my inner thighs.

  “Harder,” I pleaded, and he obliged, raining blows that raised a stinging ache of scarlet heat on each of my buttocks. I hung my head and whimpered.

  He stopped. “You’re dripping on the cushions, Ellie.”

  My face burned. “Sorry,” I choked.

  “Apology accepted.” I could hear the ughter in his voice. “Now the only question is, what do we do about it?”

  He beckoned me off the couch and led me to the desk. “Turn around. Hop up. Pull your legs up, too. That’s right. Lift your knees to your chest. There. Now spread them. Goood girl.”

  I flushed red. I was sitting on the edge of the desk, holding my own ankles. The position spread my sopping pussy wide. Alexi frowned in concentration and muttered something, and then with a whiff of sorcery, slim, smooth ropes appeared, coiling each of my wrists to my ankles. I stared up at Alexi, breathing tremulously through parted lips, and moaned as I felt my bonds cinch and tighten.

  Alexi stroked my head, dark delight dancing in his eyes.

  My cheeks fred hotly.

  He was leaning closer to me, his eyes scanning my flushed face hungrily. His gaze kept flicking down to my parted, panting lips. I couldn’t take the anticipation anymore.

  “Alexi, please, just—” I blurted, and then he captured my mouth with his. I moaned and shook as his tongue plundered my mouth, strong and slow. I was so deliriously turned on. When he pulled away, I craned to follow his mouth before slumping in my bonds, gasping.

  “Just what?” He mocked gently, trailing a finger tip down my inner thigh. I twitched and shuddered, looking at him with pleading eyes, then squealed as the finger slowly sank into my slick cunt.

  He crooked it inside of me and smirked into my flushed face. “I think I understand what you’re begging for, but I want you to tell me.”

  “Fuck me, please,” I gasped instantly. “Alexi, please, please fuck mee.”

  “Hm, that seems a little too easy,” he muttered, pulling his finger out of me.

  I groaned in frustration.

  “Convince me.”

  “I can’t take it anymore,” I pleaded wildly, pulling helpless against my bonds. The tactile sense of being tightly held and restrained like this was good good melty-brain good. “I just—pleaaase.”

  He ughed, stepped close, grabbed my ankles and lifted me up a bit. I gasped as I felt the head of his cock, then threw my head back and whined loudly as he pulled me back down and I sank slowly onto his shaft, moaning.

  I felt one of his hands go around the back of my neck and grasp me firmly. He used his grip to tilt my head until I was looking gzedly into his almond eyes.

  Someone was making little mewling sounds. Was it me?

  He brought his face in close to mine as he pulled out and plunged back into me. All I could see in my whole field of vision were his eyes, pupils throbbing with dark mischief, his finely arched brows, his high cheekbones.

  He was watching me as he fucked me. His attention was fastened on my face, and I found it to be one of the hottest things ever. My mouth gaped like a fish out of water, my breath coming in hot little pants.

  “Ah!—thank you—uh!—thank you,” I chanted softly to him, and through gzed eyes I saw the corners of his mouth curve.

  He picked up the pace and the little sounds coming out of me gradually blurred into one long, trembling whimper. It was muffled abruptly when bent his head and kissed me, sweet and firm and deep. His hand on my neck slid up through my hair and pulled me into the kiss.

  I moaned as his tongue swirled inside my mouth and my cunt clenched down on his cock. The sensation of being simultaneously gripped and plundered like this was lighting up my whole brain with delicious bursts of pleasure.

  The rhythm of Alexi’s hips went ragged as he kissed and fucked me and then he was pulling me down onto his shaft as he came. I shook and moaned and urged myself deeper onto him as he stiffened and held me tightly.

  After a few seconds he pulled out of me and our mouths parted.

  I gasped breathlessly and slumped as the bonds around my ankles and wrists fell apart. Then Alexi was there. He lifted me forward off the desk and helped me stumble towards the couch.

  He pulled me up short. “Wait.”

  I swayed, trembling and twitching. He held me in pce and, using a cloth, wiped off the dribbling cum and juices. I jumped as he brushed my clit and he murmured to me softly, like one would to a startled horse.

  When I met his satisfaction, he wiped himself off and sat on the couch, pulling me onto his p. I curled into his chest, trembling wildly, and he wrapped his arms firmly around me.

  After a long moment, I dared to tilt my face up towards his, tentatively. Would he deign to kiss me again, now that…?

  When Alexi bent unhesitatingly to join our open mouths, I moaned in relief and snuggled deeper into his embrace. He stroked my hair as his tongue gently but firmly bullied mine.

  When he broke the kiss, I wriggled around in his p so that I was straddling one of his thighs, and sank my face into his shoulder. His skin smelled so good.

  I was still wound tight, my whole body throbbing with pent up sexual energy. I couldn’t resist clenching his thigh between both of mine and grinding on him. My cunt rubbed his bare skin and I could feel my juices smearing.

  “What an insatiable little minx. And so wet,” Alexi teased.

  I rested my forehead on his shoulder and turned my head slightly so I could peek up at his face. I was breathing hard. “Alexi? Can I pleeease, um—”

  “Say what you want,” he interrupted smugly.

  “Can I hump your leg?” I whispered, blushing.

  He smirked. “Yes. But don’t come. Ask me for permission first.”

  I moaned and threw my hips forwards, then backwards, jerkily building speed.

  He began nibbling my earlobe. I rutted myself on his thigh harder, gushing steadily now, as his mouth roved all over my neck and ear, teasing and chewing and kissing.

  It wasn’t long before I gasped, “Alexiii, I’m close—please can I come, please?”

  He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. I squealed, tensing, and my hips shook from the strain of holding still.

  “Hmm, I don’t know…”

  “pleasepleaseplease, ohmyplease—”

  “Go ahead, then. Come for me, little bitch.”

  I ground myself against his leg one more time and tensed as I began to orgasm.

  Then Alexi abruptly pushed me off his p and I slid gasping to the ground, convulsing and coming hard and helplessly.

  “Oh oh oh oh oh,” I chanted breathlessly, my hips jerking and juddering at the empty air. I glimpsed him looking down at me ughingly as I came and came and came.

  There was a long time where I was very far away.

  My eyelids fluttered. There was bnket wrapping around me, and strong arms lifting me, and lots of stroking pets and soft soothing. Gradually, I returned enough for the tremors to begin. He held me, then, and the gentle whispers continued, as I twitched and shuddered in the circle of his arms.

  After a time, my eyes focused and I realized I’d been staring at a spot on the ceiling. I blinked.

  Alexi’s face hove into view.

  He held all of his fingers together, brought them to his lips, kissed them dramatically, and winked at me.