The Devil’s Librarian

The next morning, Chanel arrived at the library earlier than usual. Additional care went into her clothing and appearance. She felt happier than she had in years. She stepped quietly into the archive room with the items she had bought for Bolt and the food she had prepared. He was still asleep. The thin blanket she had given him wrapped him loosely. His eyes opened briefly when he sensed her presence. He just gave a lazy glance and drifted back into the warmth of sleep. Chanel set the bags down gently, then walked over to him with a soft smile.

"Wake up, rise and shine, it's morning already," Chanel said softly as she sat down next to him, "I brought breakfast for us."

Her gaze followed to the part of the blanket that created a bulge because of his morning erection. Curiosity nudged, and she gently moved the blanket, only to find that Bolt was wearing nothing but a t-shirt. The sight of his erection caught her breath again.

"Hello, good looking boy," her fingers gripped his cock and gave it a gentle shake, "at least someone is happy to see me." She felt its warmth and the pulsating veins beneath her touch. Bolt shifted slightly, but kept his eyes closed savoring the last moments of rest.

Chanel smiled, "Let's help you get up." Her lips curved into a mischievous grin. She leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, lips closed around it. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive head. The vibration sent a shiver through his body. Her free hand wrapped around the base and her fingers stroked in rhythm with her mouth. Bolt was living the kind of morning most men only dream about waking up to. Her licking was slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of him. Soon the length of the cock glistened with her saliva.

Bolt's eyes snapped open as he felt Chanel's continuous mouthwork on his cock. He couldn't help but moan in pleasure. His hands instinctively went to her head to guide the movement of her head. Her lips started moving faster. Her tongue worked in perfect unison. Bolt's hips twitched, his erection throbbed in her mouth. "Fuck, Chanel..." he groaned. Chanel's mouth was relentless. Suddenly, his eyes closed. He surrendered to the sensations flooding his body. Before she could anticipate, he came into her mouth. She pulled back, unable to retain the large amount in her mouth. She swallowed some instinctively, the rest trickled from her lips.

"You came in my mouth! I wanted to have breakfast with you," couldn't believe he actually did that.

"Well, you had the starter," Bolt chuckled lazily, a sly grin spread across his face.

Bolt got up and wiped the leftover cum on her lips and chin with a paper napkin. He spoke softly, "Your mouth is so warm and sweet. Your lips are incredible. I couldn't control myself, I am sorry."

Chanel melted instantly. She felt foolish for snapping. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered the way he had shuddered against her. She swallowed the remaining cum she had in her mouth. The taste of him was still faintly salty on her tongue, "It's okay, you know, I actually liked it."

Without another word, her head dipped downward. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. It was still half-hard and glistening. She found a streak of cum clinging to the tip of his cock. She leaned in, her tongue darted out. Slowly yet passionately, she licked it clean. An apology offered in the most intimate language.

The morning light grew stronger which filtered through the blinds and painted stripes across the floor. She pulled out the bag she had brought. Fresh, warm croissants, a small jar of dark cherry jam, and a container of ruby-red strawberries came out of it one by one. She tore a piece of flaky croissant, holding it up to his lips. Bolt took a bite. His tongue grazed her fingertips, making her shiver.

"Good?" she asked.

"Perfect," he murmured and leaned in to lick the jam from the corner of her mouth.

She laughed, and fed him a strawberry. Her thumb brushed his lower lip. He caught her wrist, held it gently, and plucked another berry with his teeth. Then leaning close he transferred it to her mouth in a slow, sticky kiss. She hummed, her fingers curled against his stubbled jaw.

It was nearly time for Chanel to return to her desk. Before leaving, she handed the bag to him. She brought some clothes, a folded mattress, and little other things. All picked out with care to make his stay comfortable. He thanked her with genuine surprise, mentioning he never imagined she would do this much for someone like him. As she looked around the archive room, Chanel noticed the layers of dust in the corners and on the shelves. She promised to bring cleaning supplies during her lunch break and clean up a bit. Bolt smiled and pulled her close for a parting kiss, "Can't wait to have you back."

At her desk, Chanel waited for the lunch hour just like yesterday. As soon as Tony stepped out for lunch, she placed the small push bell on the reception counter. It sends notification to her phone if anyone needs help. Then she slipped away toward the archive room with cleaning equipment in hand. Chanel observed he was shaven and realized that he utilized the supplies she had given him. His face looked sharp and handsome which she silently admired. She got straight to work starting with sweeping the floor around Bolt's sleeping space. He joined her in the cleaning. The shelves had gathered more dust than her anticipation. She brushed the dust and before long, her dress was speckled with it. But she didn't seem to care.

Bolt reached out and patted some dust off the front of her dress. His hand lingered a moment too long over her breast, the touch more mischievous than helpful. "Your dress is getting dirty," he said with a teasing grin. "You've got to go back to work after lunch. Maybe you should just take it off."

And he started undoing her dress himself. Chanel, complying with his mischievous energy, let him continue. To her surprise, he didn't stop once the dress slipped off. He stripped her naked, leaving no thread on her body. She kept cleaning, so did Bolt. On occasions, while passing her, he delivered gentle spankings on her butt. She was shocked to realize that she was not embarrassed to be naked in front of him or have her buttocks caressed. In fact, she was loving all of it. She was actually enjoying doing something together.

Chanel was about to lay out the mattress after cleaning up, but Bolt stopped her with a sly wink and said, "Leave that for later, when you're done with work this evening. I want us to try it out together."

Chanel felt wet at the junction of her thighs. Bolt, possibly realizing this, slid a finger into her slit and felt the soaking on his finger. He stared at Chanel inquisitively.

"You kept me naked and touching me everywhere. What else do you expect?" Chanel replied with a silly grin.

Bolt pulled her into a kiss, then gently led her to the shower. He lathered soap all over her body with tender but deliberate touch. It was intimate, slow and teasing but he didn't take it further. He reminded her that the break was almost over. He wasn't rushing things, only to entice her to return to him in the evening. Slowly but surely, he was weaving himself into her in ways she hadn't fully realized. They ate lunch together, still naked, fed each other between laughter and stares. He kissed her goodbye softly, saving the rest for the evening.

After Tony left for the day, Chanel shut down the library's CCTV system. She paused for a bit, questioning herself whether she was doing it right by shutting down the library's security system. Finally, she thought, "What was stolen from here in all these years?" Then she locked all the doors and went upstairs. Just outside the archive room, a daring thought took hold, something to blow his mind away. She undressed slowly. Then left all her clothes over a chair outside the door. She stepped into the room completely naked, and vulnerable, but willing. Though she couldn't overcome her shyness for expressing her desire in such an undisguised manner. Bolt looked up, his eyebrow raised at the sight of her bold entrance. She saw Bolt was wearing one of the shorts and t-shirts she had bought for him. He looked youthful and undeniably handsome in that outfit. The mattress had been laid out. He stood nearby, waiting for her. Then he gestured for her to join him in.

Their lips met instantly. She took off his clothes slowly, still locked in the kiss. His cock sprang and landed in her grip. It never failed to impress her. She gave him a brief blowjob. Then Bolt guided her to lay down on her stomach. He began with soft kisses at her shoulder, then trailed downward along her back. Her back, without garment, revealed the gentle slope of her spine. A natural arch that carried both elegance and ease. He paused, eyes lingered on her butt. Her hips were well-shaped and proportionate, neither narrow nor wide. But enough to create a graceful flow from her waist down. Her thighs held a slight softness, especially at the top. As his lips continued their journey across her skin, pleasure rose beyond her control. He turned her over gently, facing him now, then pulled her legs apart with care. He got his first decent glance at her pussy. It was nice and pink.

"You're not just beautiful on the outside," he murmured, "You're beautiful all the way through."

Chanel felt awkward by his direct stare at her pussy. She shyly replied, "Thanks."

She gasped as his tongue traced her inner thigh. Her hips lifted instinctively. His mouth found her center. His tongue was juicy and skilled. The warm organ snaked far into her pussy than she thought possible. Chanel cried out, her fingers twisted with his relentless licks. She writhed beneath him, breathless and overwhelmed.

"I am in love with your tongue," she managed between gasps, "it's like magic!"

After a few minutes of magic, Bolt moved her to the edge of the mattress. Her hands supported her lean back on the border. She watched the broad, dark head of his cock pressed against her opening. It was a stark contrast to her own flushed pink pussy. For the first time she watched the thick, veined shaft disappear inch by inch into her. She didn't have the delight of this sight yesterday because of their posture. The sight was mesmerizing, not just from the sensation but from the sheer visual poetry of it.

"Like the way my chocolate is melting into your vanilla, darling?" he whispered, sensing her feelings.

"Very much," She replied, "you have the most amazing chocolate."

"And I couldn't ask for a better vanilla," Bolt smiled and kissed her lips.

He delivered some slow thrusts, causing her to lie down on the bed. Then he put her legs over his shoulders. The musty air mixed with sweat and sex as Bolt's hips pistoned against her. His charcoal-black rod plunged deep into her core with each powerful thrust. He hammered her pussy with raw, youthful energy and her legs trembled uncontrollably over his shoulders. She gasped, her fingers clawed at the mattress beneath them. Chanel's mind fractured under the assault. One part of her was lost in the primal rhythm of their sex, while another part drifted back to her own youth. At his age, she had been drowned in responsibilities and avoided risks. Bolt, on the other hand, lived life to the fullest, something she had never let herself do. His aura was like a drug that made her ache for the careless joy she sacrificed obeying customs. She wished she could get those years back. She could live them with the youthful fire she was beginning to recognize now. 'Should've danced more, should've fucked more and screamed more,' she thought.

He angled deeper and hit her G-spot with brutal precision. Her body got paralyzed by pleasure. A strangled moan came from her throat as if her soul were being fucked out of her. He used her like his own and made her totally submissive to his cock.

Bolt gripped her chin, "Look at me," he thrusted hard and watched her eyes widen, "Who owns this?"

Chanel whimpered, her nails dug into his back, "You... just you," breath stolen as he pounded deeper.

Bolt ground against her clit with each thrust, "Say it louder."

Chanel screamed, thighs trembled, "You, fuck Bolt!" Her climax hit violently, body seized around him.

Her pussy wrapped around his huge black cock while the cock explored the deepest part of her. She arched against him, totally surrendered to the sensation. This was what she had missed her whole life, a man fucking her like he had nothing to lose. As he ground deeper and wider, she let out a choked sob. The pain was heavenly, a sweet punishment for all the dull, cautious years she had wasted. He pinned her wrists above her head. His thrusts continued, her hips rose to meet him.

"Don't stop," she said in a panting voice.

"Tell me," he demanded, "tell me, whose pussy is this?"

She moaned, twisting beneath him, "Yours, always yours."

His hips jerked erratically as he emptied himself. The thick juice flooded inside her. Her vision blurred as pleasure exploded through every nerve. He was deep inside her. His breath was hot and rough against her skin. Bolt kissed her and lay beside her on the mattress. Both kept panting, spent from the fierce rhythm of pleasuring each other.

After the excitement subsided, Chanel realized it was getting late to head home. Bolt followed her outside the archive room where she left her clothes. Chanel knew that she did it again. She felt the tug between what her heart wanted and what her conscience told her to do. As she dressed in silence, guilt crept into her thoughts. She couldn't feel like moments earlier when Bolt fucked her brains out. Her voice was heavy, and her eyes were down, "You know? I am married."

Bolt didn't seem shocked. He tilted his head slightly, and watched her. Not judging, just reading. Then his voice came, wrapped in velvet and dangerously calm. "That just means no one has ever made you feel this alive." Even without knowing, he said something she was too afraid to admit.

Her lips just parted to say something. But his lips stopped that by placing themselves between hers. "You weren't chasing anything," he added, "you just let yourself feel something that has been buried for too long. Don't blame yourself for waking up. Blame the life that never gave you a reason to."

His answer wasn't just a sweet talk. He crafted a cunning narration that freed her from the guilt she had been holding. Chanel responded to his kiss with much eagerness. Then she gradually travelled south, ending up licking his cock clean from their mixed juices.

She was giggling wildly as she drove home. The feeling of a new love is always special, extra-ordinary. She didn't wear her panties, just kept them in her purse. Bolt's jizz came out of her pussy in a thin stream. She didn't wipe it or try to clean it. She enjoyed holding it there, as if she was carrying part of him within her. A sense of fulfillment filled her heart.