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  "What are you going to do to me?" I ask, my voice lilting.

  "I'm not sure, princess," he whispers. His hand goes to the middle of the cuffs, pulling them as he demonstrates that he has me right where he wants me. Or, is it right where I want to be? "What do you want me to do with you?"

  He doesn't wait for me to answer. He runs his fingers along my spine, pausing at my waist, and I hold my breath. The anticipation is thrilling. The fact that he's given me no option to do my usual cut-and-run is absolutely exhilarating.

  "Say the word, princess, and I'll let you go."

  I'm dizzy, drunk with lust as he pushes up the layers of my skirt, the cool air hitting the wetness between my legs. Then his hardness presses against my ass, and I gasp. "Say what word?" I ask.

  "My name, for starters," he growls. "You could say that."

  I bite my lip. "I don't think so."

  "You're stubborn," he says, his voice low. "You should be bent over and spanked for that."

  "You wouldn't," I breathe, my voice catching in my throat. No one's ever done that to me before. Spank the princess? It's unbelievable. "You wouldn't dare."

  He tugs on the middle of the cuffs, the metal sharp against my wrists but it only ads to my arousal. My entire body is on high-alert, waiting for him to do something. Wanting him to do something. I'm practically breathless.

  "Do you know how many times I've thought about it?" he asks.

  Instinctively, I lean forward, teetering on my heels as I pop my ass out, my weight supported by his hand on the cuffs.

  I'm practically daring him to do it.

  "Do you know how many times I've wanted to flip up one of those little skirts you wear and turn you over my knee?" he asks. He yanks my panties down, pushing them to my thighs. My pussy throbs its response, and I want to reach out and touch his cock, to grasp it in my hand. The fact that I can't is agonizing.

  Then, he finally touches me. He runs his large palm over my bare ass cheek, gripping it, squeezing, and he lets go.

  For a moment, I think he's about to uncuff me and walk away. But he doesn't. His voice is thick and rough in my ear. "You've needed a good, hard spanking more than anyone I've ever met."

  "Really," I whisper. I can't think clearly, not when he's keeping me like this, nearly drunk with anticipation.

  "You've done nothing but be a bad, bad girl," he says gruffly.

  "How bad?" I ask.

  With one hand still gripping the cuffs, he brings his other palm down hard on my ass. The crack of the blow sounds loud in the stillness of the library, and the pain stings sharply, but quickly subsides into a dull throb that mimics the throbbing between my legs.

  The man just spanked me.

  I can't believe he just spanked me, right here in the middle of everything.

  I can't believe I liked it.

  I can't believe I want him to do it again. In fact, I want him to do it over and over until I come with his palm pressed against me.

  "You just spanked me," I gasp.

  He chuckles in my ear as he presses his palm flat against my pussy. It's as if he's able to read my thoughts, as if he knows exactly what I was just fantasizing about. "You're wet, princess," he whispers.

  So is he. I can feel the pre-cum through his pants, the wet spot against me as he pushes his hard cock against my thigh. He runs his fingers along my slit, and I think I might come just at his touch.

  Then he pulls his fingers away. "You're such a naughty girl, getting wet like that simply because I spanked you."

  When he brings his palm down on my ass again, I yelp, quickly stifling the sound by biting down hard on my lip.

  "Careful, princess, or someone might hear you and you don't want that," he tells me.

  "No," I whisper, "definitely not."

  He rubs his palm over my ass cheek again, his touch soothing my skin, before he presses his fingertips to my entrance – my very wet, very willing entrance. He teases me by just barely entering me, and then pulling away. "Every time I had to drag your spoiled ass out of somewhere you weren't supposed to be," he says. "I wanted to bend you over."

  "Yes," I moan as he brings his palm down on my rear – once, twice, three times in rapid succession, the blows enough to leave me breathless, throbbing and smarting and wondering if he's lost control.

  My heart thumps wildly in my chest as he orders me to spread my legs. I do exactly what he tells me to do because every single part of my body wants to bend to him. Every inch of me wants to be taken by him.

  So I spread my legs, wet and ready and willing. I think I might be so consumed by lust that I've lost my mind.

  "Do you want it like this, princess?" he asks as he presses his hardness against me. "Spread like this for me, so ready and waiting? Do you want me to fuck you right here, cuffed, the way you are now?"

  "Oh my God," I gasp. I don't think there's anything I've ever wanted more than exactly what he's describing.

  I wait, whimpering, with bated breath for the sound of his buckle, for him to take his cock out right now and thrust it inside me. But he doesn't.

  Instead, his fingers are between my legs again, and I'm dying, either because of the intensity of the pleasure or from disappointment that he's not fucking me right here against the bookcase. His fingertips meander slowly, finding their way to my clit and applying just the right amount of pressure to bring me right to the edge. His lips are at my ear, his breath warm against me as he whispers. "This isn't what you want, is it? You wish it was my cock between your legs, don't you, princess?"

  "Yes." I breathe the word. Yes, yes, yes to everything he does.

  He takes his time, his fingers rolling over my clit slowly like he has all the time in the world. I don't know how anyone hasn't discovered us yet, or how Mr. Rule Follower doesn't seem to care that someone could. His fingertips move over my slickness until my breath comes in short, rapid gasps.

  Then, without any warning, he thrusts two fingers inside me, all in one movement that fills me up. When I let out an involuntary moan, he growls against my ear. "You'd better be quiet, princess, or someone could walk in here. Do you want to be caught with my fingers inside you?"

  "No," I whimper.

  "This pussy is so tight, squeezing my fingers like that," he says, his voice hoarse. I desperately want to reach out and take his dick in my hand, but he has me completely restrained and at his mercy. "Have you thought about my cock inside you?"

  "Yes." I'll admit that much. I'll admit that I've fantasized about him.

  But I won't call out his name, not even now.

  He strokes me, his fingertips somehow sensing exactly where I desperately want to be touched until I'm swollen all around him and on the verge of coming.

  "Yes, what, princess?" he asks.

  He stops moving his fingers, and I'm so close I can't think straight.

  But I'm not saying his name. It's the principle of the thing. A girl has to have some boundaries. She has to be able to keep her distance when she's surrounded by people every second of every day. If I say his name, it's another barrier between us that's gone, one that seems infinitely more intimate than what he's doing right now. I don't tell him any of that. Instead, I just say "no."

  He responds by sliding his fingers from me, leaving me throbbing and empty and needy. "The spanking wasn't enough, was it?"

  "I don't know what you mean." I bite down hard on my lip as he unzips his pants and presses his bare cock against my ass cheek. My heart races. "What are you going to do?"

  My answer comes in the form of his bare cock sliding across my pussy. "You're soaked," he groans. "My cock is coated in your wetness. It would be so easy to slide inside of you right now, just like this. You're completely at my mercy, handcuffed the way you are."

  A thrill rushes through me all the way to the tips of my toes. I am completely at his mercy. I'm at his mercy and I'm aching and throbbing and wanting him. "So, stop making threats and do it."

  I dare him. I want him to take it as a dare and