Dominated by the Librarian #3: 'Surrender to Obey' (male submission erotica) Read Online Free PDF Page A

down in a way that could only be described as “hungrily”.
    It immediately had an effect on me and I felt myself grow harder, more ready. My mind instantly told me that I wanted nothing else than wrap my arms around her sensual body and I wished she would allow me to press her up against the frosted glass and enter her there and then, without any further delay. The fact that she was slowly letting the designed shower head glide over her body, from her shoulders and between her rounded breasts, didn’t make really helped to reduce my desire for her either.
    But of course I had already learnt that we did what she wanted, and in a way it was tantalizingly rewarding to wait until she told me what to do.
    Then suddenly I felt mischievous. I remembered last time we had met when she had ordered me to kneel in front of her and please her and just to see how she would react I sank to my knees in front of her.
    “What do you want me to do?” I asked, looking up at her.
    I wasn’t entirely joking, I realized.
    There was something quite appealing and to my surprise I didn’t really feel meekly or silly. I really did want to please her however she liked. There was also a certain strange relief to hand over the decision part to her, but there was also an odd, mixed sensation of that I felt that I was man ly enough to let her control me which I couldn’t explain fully.
    My actions had however the most intriguing effect on her. A shadow of astonishment crossed her face before she smiled a broadly. Her eyes glitter and I could almost feel her pleasure radiating from her.
    “Why, Peter...” she said in a slightly sultry voice. “If I hadn’t known better I would have thought that you had been trained, after all.”
    Trained? She had mentioned it last time, but I still wasn’t sure off what she meant. The word sent a shiver down my spine of excitement, although I’m not sure why.
    “I haven’t been trained,” I confessed and slowly I let my hands follow her ankle and along her calf. The water trickled along her curvy legs. “But I’ll do my best,” I added and placed a soft kiss just above her knee.
    I remembered last time when she had let me please her and I had to spread my legs a little bit further. I was already getting uncomfortable hard. Teasingly I placed another kiss on the inside of her thigh and started to work my way upwards, wondered if she would let me please her like last time or if she had other plans.
    “Do you want me to continue?” I asked her permission and let my fingertips lightly follow her legs, her hips, and bottom. I heard her breathing increase and I knew she was getting more and more excited.
    “I think you are getti ng ahead of yourself,” she said and placed one hand under my chin and tilted my head upwards, in a not entirely gentle motion. “After all, you are not the one in control, now are you?”
    I met her ice-blue gaze.
    “No,” I said and added in a whisper, “I’m not.”
    But I couldn’t help to groan quietly in disappointment when she removed my hands from her body.
    “Get the soap,” she ordered with a curved smile and an arched eyebrow.
    The shower cabin was large enough for two people and I had no problem localizing the porcelain accessories set that containing a loofah , a large peach-coloured soap bar and two bottles of what I assumed were some sort of expensive shampoo and conditioner.
    “Where do you want me to start?” I asked quietly.
    She laughed in delight at my question.
    “You know, I think you’ve a quite a natural instinct for submission.”
    I didn’t really know what to think about that.
    “Thank you,” I said at last and was rewarded by another smile.
    “I think you should start by washing me,” she said and then she added in different voice that was much more demanding and harder, “You can start with my feet, since you’re already at your knees.”
    Her tone slightly reminded me of my old French teacher, who had ruled our class with an iron