Page 13 of Unbinding the Demon
Little white oats rained down upon the muddy soil and grass, only to be gobbled up by a barrage of quacking ducks. I softly laughed and pulled more from a little baggie I had smuggled into my schoolbag, tossing the tasty treats toward the more timid ducks who stayed closer to the pond. Lacey, Amelia, and I sat on an old rotting bench, enjoying the peaceful day. The afternoon sun was high in the light azure sky while the thin clouds lazily drifted by. Their shadows failed to dim the rays of light shining down through the scarlet leaves of the aged maple towering overhead.
Lacey excitedly shared about how Darrell had booked them for an entire week at a ski resort for her birthday next February. Amelia popped a green grape into her mouth, listening as Lacey gushed about what a wonderful man he was. A warm autumn breeze caressed my face and danced through my hair. Their voices faded as I zoned out and looked off into the distance, watching how the water sparkled as it reflected the bright sunshine.
My thoughts wandered, and I couldn’t help but think about Ashton, remembering his perfect body over mine and his sweet kisses and caresses. How his soft hair felt tangled between my fingers. The sensual rumble of his voice. The way his massive cock pulverized my vagina... I smiled and blushed a little at the memory.
“Um, Gwendolyn?” Lacey furrowed her brows while waving her hand in my face, mimicking the motion of the swaying cattails. “Are you okay?”
“Oh! Sorry! I must have spaced out for a minute there,” I sputtered, realizing I had been in sexual la-la land.
“By the look on your face, I’m guessing you were thinking about that guy you met at the party, weren’t you?” she remarked with an all-too-knowing smirk.
“Wait, you met a guy? Was this at my party last week?” Amelia leaned forward to get a better look at me, seeming very intrigued.
“Well, I didn’t actually meet him at the party; we met before at the library and then at the café, but we’re not together or anything,” I said defensively. Heat rose in my cheeks as I threw the ducks some more oats.
“Bullshit you’re not together! William said you spent all day with him on Saturday and he saw you guys at the party going at it on the front lawn. Plus, if I recall correctly, you spent the night at his place and then came home the next day wearing nothing but his shirt and boxers!” Lacey grinned while giving me a friendly tap on the upper arm.
“You had sex on my lawn!?” Amelia blurted in surprise.
“No, no, no! It wasn’t what you think!” My embarrassment soared as I shook my head in a panic.
“So you’re saying that you didn’t have sex with him, then?” Lacey cocked a suspicious brow.
“Well, um no. I mean, yeah I did, but it’s not what you guys think... Ugh, I really don’t know.” I hid my tomato-red face in my hands as they both burst into laughter. I wanted to tell them the whole deranged story; I really did. However, I couldn’t exactly explain the whole murder and kidnapping thing. So I begrudgingly held my tongue and let them believe whatever fable they wanted.
“Who is this guy, anyway?” Amelia asked through her cackles, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear.
“He’s just some guy named Ashton,” I answered, bringing my still very red face away from my hands.
“Huh, that’s weird. I didn’t invite anyone named Ashton. I don’t even think I know anyone with that name. Maybe he was brought by a friend?” Amelia said somewhat to herself. “What’s his last name?”
“Um, you know, I’m not sure. I never asked.” I shrugged, recalling that Ashton had driven himself to the party. He hadn’t gone with a friend. So why was he there?
“Well, find that out if you’re going to be sleeping with the guy,” Lacey stated. She reached into my baggie of oats and gently tossed a handful at the ducks.
“It was a one time thing. As I said, we aren’t actually together.” I was reassuring myself more than my friends. Despite the sun being out, it felt like a shadow was suddenly looming over us. Something stirred in the wind directly behind me, but when I peeked over my shoulder, there was nothing there.
Lacey pulled out her phone to check the time. “Dammit, I have to head back to class.” She stood with a smile and grabbed her navy-blue tote bag with little daisies on it, causing a few of the ducks to flap away. “But really, you should invite Ashton to hang out sometime. I want to meet this guy.”
“We’ll see about that. I honestly don’t plan on dating him, though, even if he is really fucking hot.” I laughed while getting ready to leave as well.
I wandered down a dim and musty aisle back at the library, my eyes searching over the many colorful manuscripts. I was looking for the works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow for a reading assignment, yet all I could think about was getting the flip out of this place. Similar to the other day, I felt rather anxious, as if I weren’t alone. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my gut twisted with dread. There were rumors about this building being haunted, and I was beginning to believe them despite my lack of belief in the paranormal.
The feeling was becoming somewhat normal and I feared I was losing my mind. I looked down towards the wall at the shadowy dead end of the aisle. It was dark and cobwebbed, the light from above barely reaching it. It was difficult to explain, but it felt like someone was there, lurking in the darkness. Like a predator watching its prey, cloaked just beyond sight.
Get a grip, you paranoid buffoon!
I unsuccessfully tried to brush it off and kept looking for my book. No one was over there, and it was insane to feel frightened by a dimly lit corner! My eyes finally landed on the title that I needed. It was on a higher shelf, and I had to reach up on my tiptoes to get it. My fingertips managed to grip the cover with a weak hold, and I struggled to pull it down. A large, warm hand suddenly brushed my lower back, causing me to jump in fright with a small scream. The book dropped to the floor as I whipped around.
“Sweet lemony leprechauns! What is the meaning of this!?”
“Wow, someone’s easy to scare. I was only going to help you reach that book,” Ashton said with an amused laugh.
“What the heck? Ashton? How did you sneak up on me like that!?” Really, how did he? Those old wooden floors were super creaky, and the man was practically a titan.
“I didn’t sneak up on you; I emerged from the darkness.” He joked sarcastically while wiggling his fingers at me in a spooky manner. He reached down to grab the book and handed it to me.
“Ha-ha, very funny.” I took the book from his hand with a scowl. “What are you doing here, anyway? Do you spend all your free time at the library or something?” I tried to compose myself and shoved some hair behind my ear. It was a bit awkward remembering that he’d dicked me down in the woods not that long ago, and I didn’t really know how I should act around him after that.
“No, I was looking for something. Luckily, I seem to have found it.” He shrugged with a grin.
“That’s nice... Well, I have also found what I was looking for, so I should be getting home to study. I’ll see you around.” I went to turn and walk away.
His arm struck out against the shelf, blocking me from leaving. Ever so slowly, he turned his head to gaze at me with an expression that appeared calm yet made me feel as though I had just provoked a hornet’s nest with a stick. It seemed he didn’t appreciate me trying to give him the slip... Oops.
“I have a better idea. Why don’t you come home with me, and we can study together back at my place?” He lifted my chin with his free hand in a dominant caress.
“I-I, um, well—“ I couldn’t respond, my body was already growing hot and needy for his sensual touch. I looked at him with wide, wary eyes and slumped back while biting my lower lip.
How does he have this effect on me?
His gaze heated as he glanced down at my mouth. The hand under my chin gently grabbed my jaw, and his thumb popped my lip out from under my teeth. He leaned forward, lowering his face right to mine, nose to nose. “Don’t bite your lip in front of me like that, Buttercup, or I might have to bend you over and fuck you right here in this musty, old library.” Although he whispered, his voice was rough, almost a growl. He brushed his thumb across my lips while moving his other hand from the wall to grab my waist and pull me closer to him.
Oh, snap...
I was terrified that he might be serious, and yet the floodgates in my panties were suddenly wide open. I didn’t know what to say or do, so I turned my head to avert my gaze from him, noticing an older woman in the aisle across from us. She was shaking her head and glaring in disapproval.
Ashton followed my gaze, a look of challenge roaring to life in his eyes. “Come to think of it, you should have known better.” He grabbed my hand and began leading me down the main hall.
“Wait, where are we going?” I whispered as we passed by some geeky group of kids studying. He didn’t respond and instead dragged me to one of the less-frequented wings.
Untidy piles of books were collecting dust, and the aisles were lined with torn, cobweb-covered manuscripts. There was an old hardwood desk hidden in a little nook at the far end. It had a dusty green banker’s lamp and a bunch of forgotten books and random papers littering its surface. We rushed past the aisles, heading directly for it. Ashton stood by a wooden chair and pulled my back against his front. Without any warning, he pushed me forward, forcing me to bend over the desk.
My eyes practically popped out of my skull as he unfastened his pants like a psychotic satyriasis. “Wait, wait, wait!” I tried to push myself back up. “You aren’t seriously doing what I think you’re doing!?”
Warm lips trailed up the back of my neck, sending shivers of delight through me. “You mean bending you over and fucking you right here and right now? Then yes. Yes, I am.” His breath curled across my cheek as he reached down between my legs.
“But having sex in public is illegal! What if we get caught?”
“Well, good thing we’re partners in crime.” He pushed my dark green dress up to expose my butt. The hard length of his member twitched against me, making my stomach twist with lust.
“Are you crazy!? We can’t have sex in the library like this!” My heart was racing, and I knew he could feel just how soaked my panties were.
“You’re right.” He rushed to grab a random book and used his shirt to wipe the dust off. I gasped as he captured my jaw and forced my mouth open. “You’re being way too noisy. Now bite,” he commanded while pushing the spine of the book into my mouth.
It could have been the adrenaline or the unnatural wave of desire that had crashed over me, but I found myself hesitantly biting down, gagging, but still biting down. Ashton grinned cruelly, making him look like a devil who’d just received a new toy. “Good girl,” he praised while pushing my panties to the side.
With a quick adjustment, he slipped into my tight, slick core. The book muffled my cries as he impaled me with his hot, hard flesh. The feeling of being filled by him was like a dream, stretching my body in the most perfect way possible. He ground upward, erotically rolling his hips while pulling my waist down. I fell further forward onto the desk, nearly knocking a few of the books off as I arched my back and began to wantonly grind against him in return.
He softly groaned and kissed my shoulder, dragging his hot, wet tongue up the side of my neck. “I love the way your tight little cunt grips me so exquisitely, Buttercup.” His whispered words held the roughness and timbre of a feral growl. I clenched around him and clawed at the desk, the heat within my core rising like a pillar of flames. The more he moved, the hotter and wetter I became. Yet I wanted him to slam into me like the savage I knew he was. My skin grew feverish, and tiny tremors tingled up my spine. We had only just begun, and yet I was already so close.
“Shh, hold on.” He whispered into my ear while straightening back up. Swiftly, he sat us down on the chair with his cock still buried inside of me, and then pulled the book out of my mouth and opened it. I sat there a flustered mess, wondering what the hell he was doing as he began to read aloud from a passage about the fact that ketchup was once sold as medicine.
“What the fuck are you—”
I zipped my lips mid-sentence as the same prudish woman from earlier wandered into the wing. She eyed us with suspicion while lurking nosily through the aisles, a sapphire necklace gleaming upon her neck. Luckily, the desk hid our lower halves, and even if it hadn’t, it would have just looked like I was sitting on his lap. His dick remained inside me, torturously throbbing and twitching with eagerness. I bit my lower lip and breathed heavily through my nose, feeling my arousal dripping around his burning length. My inner walls clenched, begging for more of that blissful friction between us. I wanted to scream and thrash, desperately needing him to slam into me.
With one final judging glance our way, she turned on her heel and left. We sat there, motionless for a moment to confirm that she was truly gone. Ashton snapped the book closed with one hand and then shoved it back into my mouth. “Well done, Buttercup.” He grabbed either end of the book and pulled back, forcing my head to tilt up like a horse with reins.
He quickly stood up and began pounding into me like a furious madman, muffling my screams and knocking over the chair. I flopped forward with my breasts squished on the desk, gripping the edges so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My body jerked forward with every snap of his hips, causing the desk to scrape against the floor. His hot breath fanned my cheek right before he pressed a passionate open-mouth kiss to it. Tears welled in my eyes, and there was no doubt in my mind that I was leaving chew marks on the binding of the book.
“We have to make this quick,” he roughly whispered in my ear. “I need you to come now!”
I didn’t know what kind of sexual ensorcellment his voice held over me, but the very second he commanded me to come, all my resolve shattered in a violent burst of release. My pussy clamped down furiously around him while heat webbed out across every inch of my skin, washing over me in waves of ecstasy. He quietly but strenuously growled, pulling back on the book to force my head against his chest as spurts of hot, thick cum filled my womb. I trembled and whimpered, sucking in ungodly amounts of air through my nose to catch my breath.
He hastily pulled out and tucked his glistening dick back into his pants. Still catching his breath, he readjusted my skirt and took a few steps to the side, where he pretended to search for a book on an upper shelf. The lady returned, the look of suspicion and contempt on her face leaving me with no doubt she had heard us. Her eyes lingered on my flushed face as though she were trying to remember my features.
“Here’s another one about outdated medical practices!” The most devious smirk lit up Ashton’s face as he pulled a large red book down. I shakily glanced up at him, disheveled and out of breath, then flopped face-first onto the desk.
This guy is whacked.. .