This is beyond incredible.
Their books stack nearly to the ceiling.
And all these mining pathways, when he said you were taking me to a bookstore, I didn't
expect this.
And look at all these titles.
Storybooks, cookbooks, history, fiction, comics, mystery, romance.
Look over here.
There's even a little path to a nook with a chair back here.
We have to take a look.
Come on.
I wonder what they keep back here.
Let's see.
A thirst for knowledge.
The heat of summer.
A dance of desire.
Oh my god.
This is, this is the erotic section.
No wonder it's so clued and small back here.
Oh, did something catch your eye?
Oh, this book looks old.
What's it called?
Lord of Elaine.
What, you want me to read a chapter to you?
Okay, let me see.
This, no, this is way too embarrassing.
This is way too embarrassing.
It's terribly written, by the way.
It's about some maid who gets seduced by the lord of a manor she works at.
Cheesy.
That's why you picked it?
Of course you did.
Trying to tease me, huh?
Well, there is no way in hell.
Why would I ever read this aloud?
A reward.
Something I'd like.
What kind of reward?
Any dessert of my choosing before we go home.
Something else?
It's a secret?
Well, and you'll watch my favorite show with me for as long as I want this weekend?
Really?
Okay, well, don't you drive a hard bargain.
But not a chapter.
Three pages.
I guess you have a deal.
Lucky for you, I don't like to lose.
Hand it over.
Show me the first page.
And you never said it.
You had to read it to your face, so I am turning around and reading to the bookshelf.
I want vanilla ice cream and fudge brownies, by the way.
Ready your wallet.
Okay.
His figure loomed over me.
He was a force radiating with masculinity through his stance, his pride in how I positioned
his hands on my waist.
What are you doing?
Getting closer because you can't hear me?
Well, that's fine.
You just don't need to hold me like that.
I don't mind it.
Keep going.
Okay.
What can I do for you, my master?
I shakily got out.
Without hesitation, he began gently kissing my neck.
Why are you?
Oh my God.
The heat from your mouth on my neck.
What do you think you're doing?
Somebody's going to find us back here.
Yeah, it was nearly empty when we came in, and I guess that old lady was kind of sleeping
at the front desk, but oh shit, that feels good.
Keep going.
Fine.
Just don't get us caught, okay?
Then ice cream, like you promised.
Good.
Kissing my neck.
I knew then how this would turn.
I heard the rumors from other servants about the Duke's insatiable habits, his patterns
of taking housemaids one by one, and quietly thinking that I hoped he would come for me
eventually, that I was next on the list, yet still as I looked out the window and I had
been cleaning, I was shocked at his next request.
So you need to breathe in my ear like that?
Why not?
It's rather distracting.
The Duke's request?
Oh, oh, sorry.
His voice trembled throughout me, a man used to giving orders, a man used to being obeyed.
He said huskily, turn around and, uh, uh, turn around and remove your undergarments.
Afraid that I was going to receive a lashing, I shakily made it so.
Fuck, I can feel your hands under my skirt, babe, rubbing.
This is what you really wanted, isn't it, to make me hot, or you doing this stupid thing?
Don't pull them all the way down, just, out of the way, fuck, okay, okay.
I was no longer able to see him, but I felt his palms rest against the swell of my behind.
He muttered with a soft, dangerous tone.
My sweet retainer, have you been bedded by a man yet?
I quietly answered, no, my lord, at least not by one such as you, and that's when I,
I felt his hands slowly massaging the secret place between my thighs, shit, shit, go a
bit easier, please, I cannot read with you circling my clit like that.
Only my hips in place, they're pressing me against the shelf, I can feel how hard you
are against my ass, fuck, oh, okay, I'll keep pressing you against the shelf, oh, okay,
I'll keep reading, I'm not losing to you.
I squirmed at the touch, my lord, I whispered into the night, but all I said in response
was enough talking made no more, I just feel, and so I did, his hands were firm, but not
demanding, and he touched me as if trying to coax a gentle secret between my thighs.
All too soon I felt a cold absence as he drew away, no, my, why'd you stop, you're playing
the duke, so if I want you to keep going you have to read what comes next, you're cruel,
fine, okay, I tried my best to hold my astonishment as I felt the warmth of his breath, hmm, hmm,
we can't, I'm not here, somebody will see, I know I'm wet, I don't, I don't really want
you to stop, no, okay, his breath below instead, it was strange that I, a country woman, was
now met before one of the most modern, powerful men of this age, and as if he could hear my
thoughts, he ravaged me powerfully, his mouth claiming my secret places his own, fuck, I
can't, I can't with you with that, your mouth is so hot and I'm too sensitive, oh, oh, oh,
please, keep your tongue right down my cut, oh, I feel so good, I feel so good, hmm, hmm,
I give up, I give up, just, just don't stop, please, please, let me come, please, I don't
want to get cut, just quickly, yeah, yeah, just like that, I'm trying to be quiet, I
feel so good, I can't, I'm so close, oh, oh, fuck, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, you little shit,
you are lucky I love you, and so I'm not going to kill you, do you think anybody heard us?
No, thank God, the book, oh shit, I must've ripped it, but when I dropped it, the lady
at the front desk was going to be so pissed, but I guess we'll just have to buy it then,
lucky you.