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and it was only eleven-forty-five. Her nimble fingers slid between her thighs, finding her clit.  Starting slow, she rubbed herself, increasing speed as the fantasy of Eric tying her up and licking her clit ran through her mind. She could imagine him flogging her ass. Oh God he was beautiful. She wondered how big his cock was and what it would feel like buried deep inside her. As she came, she lifted her hips, imagining them meeting his.
                She took a few deep breaths. Looking at the clock she decided she had time to read another. Next, she picked up Story of O . Once again, some of the acts and images the books evoked sent warmth and arousal through her. Enough so that she took the dildo she kept hidden in the closet out of its box and ran it over her clit as she read, bringing herself just to the brink of orgasm, then stopping to read some more. Some of what she read repulsed her. It was too far over the top, but when a particular scene aroused her, she savored it, masturbating herself until she came. The flesh between her legs was sticky and wet - wanting. When she was done she realized it was too late to read the third. It was already almost two in the morning. She couldn’t help but wonder why Eric had loaned the books to her. These weren’t just erotic stories; they were downright kinky and somewhat scary. Scary in the fact that some of what the books described turned her on so much that just thinking about it, and putting herself and Eric into the story, she almost came without any stimulation to her clit at all. Nothing had ever made her feel this aroused before.
                She looked at the clock warily. Her only class the next morning was a management practicum and the professor followed the book religiously. She could read and catch up. With a final glance at the clock she picked up The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty .  By the time she finished reading it was five-thirty in the morning and her sheets were wet. Now she knew why Brad had reacted the way he did.  What had he said? She tried to remember. That’s Eric, right to the point or something like that? What did that mean?
                She began wondering if Eric was into bdsm. Did he like to tie women up? Spank them? The mere thought sent a shiver of excitement through her. She bit her lip and took a deep breath. As far as she saw it she had two choices. She could take a shower and stay up (considering her heart was pounding in her chest at all the sexual thoughts of Eric tying her up and using a flogger on her), or she could go to bed, feign illness for the morning, and get up by eleven so she could get to work by one.
                She debated bringing the books in with her the next day to give them back, but decided it was too soon. She didn’t want Eric to know that the books interested her enough that she’d been greedy and read all three in one sitting, sacrificing sleep to do so. No, she’d wait at least a week then casually bring them back as if they hadn’t surprised her at all. Then she could just say, “They were interesting,” and leave it at that.  After all, she wasn’t discussing bdsm with her boss. That was just unprofessional. Of course so was flirting with him and so was fantasizing about him.
                With that she set the alarm for eleven, turned out the light, and went to sleep.         

 
    Chapter Four
     
                She didn’t feel the least bit guilty about ditching her class that morning and the bus ride in had been comfortable enough. She sat behind the register watching over the customers with a wide grin. Customer service had always been one of her strong suits. In every job she ever had she always made good marks on that during reviews.  Eric was out that afternoon, thank God. She wasn’t sure she could look at him after reading those novels and the fantasies she’d had about him.  Just thinking about it made her draw her