Edge of Extasy: X is for Xanthe Part One
nipples. I then stuck each of those fingers in his compliant
mouth:
    ‘Lick them clean!’
    He dutifully licked each of my fingers
clean, sucking greedily on each one in turn.
    ‘You are incredible! Please don’t stop
now!’
    I slipped both arms back into the straps of
the bra attached to my bodice and retrieved my jersey wrap dress
which was draped over the side of a filing cabinet, where I had
flung it earlier.
    I loosened my hair and clipped it back more
neatly back into my regulation librarian chignon and checked a
mirror secreted in an office cupboard. I needed to check for
tell-tale signs of hanky panky. My lipstick was just about gone, so
I reapplied some more, noticing all the time that the professor was
watching me carefully.
    ‘Are you going to release me? I have another
meeting to get to: not that I expect it to be quite as illuminating
as this one.’
    I took my time. Once I had my glasses on
again, my librarian persona was back in place. No one would know
the mischief I had been up to in my office with the professor. I
knew he would have to keep my secret otherwise he would risk
implicating himself in my sexy exploits:
    ‘Your position on the Board and even your
job will be at stake with the scandal that would engulf us if you
tried to expose me.’
    I was determined that the freedom and
enjoyment I found in my afterhours online broadcasts would not be
ruined by the one person to discover my secret. I kneeled to untie
my hasty knot that had joined my stockings to his belt. Standing, I
guided him up with his wrists still bound by his leather belt.
    ‘Why would I want to expose you? When what I
want to do is fuck you. There is a big difference, well for most
people.’
    I busied myself pulling his briefs up,
pausing to take one last look at his withered manhood that only
minutes ago had been so impressive. Pretending to ignore his words,
I dragged his trousers back up into position. This gave me the
opportunity to check out his well-toned thighs and hips. Briefly, I
wondered about what other activities the professor partook in,
outside of lurking around darkened cellars at night spying on
sexually unfulfilled librarians.
    ‘When I untie your wrists, you have one
minute to straighten yourself up and leave. If you try to touch me,
I promise there will be no further activity between us. Do you
understand?’
    He had taught me much the night before about
treating a person mean to keep them keen. I planned to make him
want me again and again, but fully intended to have no further
physical contact with him. This tryst in the privacy of my locked
office had succeeded in turning the sexual tables back on him: he
was now left wanting more, while I was – kind of – satisfied.
    With some effort I had the knot out of the
belt. He rubbed each wrist before fastening his trousers and
zipping his fly. I handed him the belt then stepped back behind my
desk and watched as he tucked his shirt into his trousers before
threading the belt around his waist.
    ‘That was extremely interesting, Miss
Jones.’
    He straightened his tie, and ran a hand
through his close cropped hair.
    ‘It’s Xanthe’ I reminded him.
    ‘That was extremely interesting Xanthe.’
    His use of my name did not hold the same
promise it had the previous night. As he headed for the door I did
my best to deny the sinking feeling growing inside me. What if my
actions had destroyed my chance to reach those sexual heights with
a man? In extracting my revenge on Professor Alomes had I denied
myself the excitement he had begun to open my mind to only hours
earlier?
    ‘Close the door on your way out, thank you.’
I was determined to keep my Ice Queen demeanour despite my growing
nerves and regret.
    ‘How soon can we schedule another
meeting?’
    ‘I will need to check my diary. My calendar
is quite full at this time of year.’
    ‘I see’ he had almost returned to full
Professor mode, ‘enjoy the rest of your day. I know I will.’
    I waited until the
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