Kinks: b**m, bondage, vibrator use, dominance, restraints
I never thought I'd be the type to snoop around after hours, but the library felt different that night. The main reading room was empty, the tall shelves casting long shadows under the faint glow of emergency lights. I'd stayed late to finish cataloging some old books, my hands trembling a little from the quiet thrill of being alone in this place I usually hid in.
At 24, with my soft curves hidden under loose sweaters and my reserved nature keeping everyone at arm's length, I craved something more—something rough and commanding that I'd only read about in secret. Mr. Carter, my boss, was always so confident, his tall, muscular frame filling doorways, his voice a low command that made my stomach twist. I wondered what he hid behin
