The Dark Library by JJ Argus Read Free Book Online

librarian?”
    “Well, I... possibly,” she said, not wanting
to admit such a thing and somewhat flustered.
    “And yet we're in the age of equality and all
that sort of thing. And you are, after all, no innocent virginal
waif.”
    “And how would milord know that?” she
sniffed.
    “Well,” he said, “it's true that I don't know
much about your history, but, not to put too fine a point on it,
the er, circumference of the item you were using the other day in
your, er, self enjoyment would lead one to believe that the ahm,
cavity involved had gotten a certain measure of use in the past, so
to speak...”
    Hannah felt the blood rushing to her face,
and was speechless, at first, as he shrugged and smiled, then felt
a wave of anger which flustered her, as she didn't know whether to
flee in her embarrassment, or scream at him in her rage.
    “Not that I am judging in any way,
whatsoever, I assure you. I'm merely making a comment on certain
physical properties of the human anatomy and – .”
    “You are a rotten bastard!” she shouted,
jumping to her feet.
    “Well, I think my mother might disagree,” he
said, unperturbed.
    “You know very well what I mean, Lord
Carling!” she snapped, biting off his name and title as though they
were epithets.
    “Oh that, well, yes, as I told you earlier, I
am a right bastard, in the colloquial use of the verb.”
    “It's a noun, not a verb!” she snapped.
    “Really? I could never keep those quite
clear. But as you suggest, I'm not the nicest of people. That's why
I have to pay everyone doubletime to put up with me.”
    “There is a limit to what even that will buy!
I want no further references to... to... that incident!”
    “Are you giving me orders?”
    “Yes! I mean, well... yes!”
    “That could be construed as quite
presumptuous, Quinn,” he said, “again, bearing in mind my lofty
height of nobility and your, er, lack. If one were to read the
instructions in these books that would call for rather stern
discipline, possibly applied that rather attractive backside of
yours.”
    “Don't you even dare think it!” she snapped,
pointing her finger at him.
    “Well, I might not dare do it, but I think I
can dare think it. But I take your point and shall leave you in
peace for now.”
    He sauntered off, and she glowered after him,
then slowly sat back down. Imagine him bringing up the size of the
bottle she'd used to masturbate with! Of all the filthy gall! And
what exactly was that supposed to mean anyway? That she must be a
slut of some kind because she'd used a very thick bottle? She was
far from that! It was just that... penetration, thick, full, deep
penetration, had always deeply aroused her. She knew that
physically, it shouldn't but intellectually, emotionally it surely
did.
    But that didn't reflect on the...
tightness... or size of her pussy! What a filthy and insulting
suggestion! But how could she have dignified it with an answer? And
how could she have answered the the pain, the ache, turned her on?
He'd think she was some sort of masochist like in these filthy
books!
    Well, maybe she was, at least a bit. She did
seem to fantasize a lot about being taken, about being, well,
perhaps not forced exactly but... taken by strong men who would not
brook no for an answer. She had never really put a much thought
into the kind of material contained in the books; all that whips
and chains sort of thing.
    Looking at some of the drawings had turned
her on, especially imagining herself bound in those outrageous
ways, but just because she found the drawings erotic didn't mean
she was a pervert like his uncle was – or he was!
    Of course, in her experience, all men were
perverts anyway.
    She let her imagination slide over a possible
relationship with him. He was an arrogant bastard, but in the realm
of a sort of sporting sexual interlude, well, he might be a rather
novel experience. Certainly it would be different than the sorts of
tawdry affairs she'd so long resisted with the