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

fist without ever needing to raise her voice. No one had dared to fail her tests and to this day I can still conjugate French verbs flawlessly.
    I didn’t answer, but instead I lathered the soap bar between my hands. She adjusted the shower head so that most of the water was directed away from us and which would prevent the soap lather from instantly being washed away, but so that there were still enough water that ran in a trickle over her body. A steady small stream of water fell from her wet red long down her chest. Her hair that was darker now when it was wet, but still rebelliously curly. The water drops fell from her hair down to her full breasts and then over her soft belly and down along her curvy legs.
    In the dimmed light she was more beautiful than ever.
    Slowly I put the soap back and I let my lathered hand surround her small ankle and started to wash one of her feet. She had quite small feet and as before I was amazed over how petite she was, despite her feminine curves. Every bone seemed to be had been reduce in size to a smaller version of perfection. In fact, she looked like those old paintings of ladies from a time when a more sensual body was considered attractive, since it was a sign of wealth and status.
    She is like a renaissance painting of Venus, I thought as I lathered her other foot. And with her perfect porcelain white skin and her slightly posh attitude she would have fitted right in at any Victorian court, I concluded as I let the water rinse away some of the soap.
    My thoughts of renaissance art and the Victorian era gradually abandoned me as I slowly worked my way upward, massaging first her calves and then her rounded thighs. The feeling of her soft skin under my fingers and the closeness to her body made me more and more turned on, but I forced myself to continue to wash her body in an unhurried and devoted manner. With a tight grip over my self-controlled I let my lathered hands massage her hips and soft bottom. To my satisfaction I heard her inhale sharply as I slowly let my fingers glide over her soap-covered pale body towards her most sensitive spot that hid behind dark red, curly pubic hair.
    But as she hadn’t given me the permission to proceed, so I didn’t continue, although I couldn’t help myself by letting my fingers touch her lightly dangerously high on the inside of her thighs, only brushing her teasingly in between her legs, as almost by accident. Her breathing was becoming unsteady and I saw her small hand tense and she gripped the built-in marble shower rack hard.
    She turned around from me so that I could continue washing her back. My fingers glided along her waist and her hips, cupping her rounded bottom, while I let the lather from the fragrant soap cover her. She arched her back slightly as I let my hand glide along her spine and slowly follow it downwards until I reached the cleft between her buttocks.
    Her desire spread over to me and I was gradually becoming more and more excited, but she didn’t give me any new orders, so I continued with washing her as slowly as I could, enjoying watching her increasingly excitement.
    If I had had it my way we would already have been reduced to a sweaty and wet mess on the bathroom floor long ago, but strangely enough I did enjoy this kind of slow lust-filled torment.
    When I had thoroughly washed her legs and bottom I stood up on my knees to be able to reach more of her body. She was so short that she only reached to my shoulder when we stood next to each other, so when I stood on my knees I reached just under her chin.
    I continued to cover her body with the soap all over her body, from her neck and her shoulder blades and down her waist. Experimentally I kissed her lower back as I let my soap-covered hands slowly glide from her hips upwards and in front of her until they reached the lower parts of her breasts.
    She moaned quietly and moved her body closer to mine as my fingertips lightly circled the nipples. I felt myself grow