I followed her to the library. She noticed. (F/F 20s, possessiveness, praise, university, semi-public)

It’s been around a month since I first saw her. The semester hadn’t long begun, and we were all crowding into the lecture hall. The English Literature course was, as ever, oversubscribed, and I was desperately wading through waves of identical preppy first year students. Then, there she was. She cut through the crowd of hoodies and leggings with ease, head held high. She wore a finely tailored blazer, burgundy, and fitted trousers. Her shirt was crisp and pristine, the top button undone. Her dark hair was razor straight and fell neatly to her shoulders. Who dressed like that to uni? She looked more like she should be in some form of high powered office, ordering people around and having coffee brought to her. Somehow, however, she didn’t look out of place. Rather, the effect was to make her seem like she was the only one in this entire hall exactly where she should be. I wasn’t sure whether I was terrified, amazed, or…something else entirely.

Since that day, I started putting a little more effort into my own presentation. Every time I saw her, she just looked so incredible. The day she wore braces is seared into my memory. Always so formal, so powerful. The more we crossed paths, the more I wanted to feel her exert that power over me. ‘Crossed paths’ is perhaps too strong a wording, given that I remained too utterly petrified to ever speak to her. I came close, once. I approached her as the lecture ended, getting close enough for her to lift her heavy lashes in my direction, before I ultimately panicked and fled.

Soon, seeing her in lectures simply wasn’t enough. Quietly, keeping my distance, I followed her after class one morning. She kept to herself, not talking with anyone else or meeting up with friends, and made her way to the library. She came here, to the top floor, a space so few others shared. She sat down at one of the tables and began making notes, a fountain pen on what looked like extravagantly expensive paper. This, for the past week, has become my routine. Class finishes, I follow her here, and stare gormlessly at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, too cowardly to even approach her.

Today, she’s gone deeper into the library than I’ve ever seen. This whole floor is usually quiet, but I couldn’t tell when a single soul last came to this section; judging by the dust gathering on the ancient dark wood shelves, that doesn’t even exclude the cleaners. The lights were low, and the window’s sliver of the grey autumnal sky did little to alleviate the darkness. Why bother lighting somewhere no one ever goes? She looked engrossed, a finger trailing along the spines as if she were searching for something. I felt my phone vibrate, and quickly checked it: my flatmate, asking if I would pick up some milk on the way home. I typed out a brief reply, but by the time I looked up, she was gone. Cursing my own stupidity, I thought I should make the most of my current circumstances and sought out an empty desk in the corner. Rain pelted the window above me, making me even more thankful to be within these aged brick walls.

I had just laid out my books upon the table when I was dragged backwards by the back of my chair.

‘You. You’ve been following me.’

It was a statement, not a question. The coldness of her dark eyes bore into me, and any reply I could think of died in the face of that glare. The sound of the chair legs scraping the floor almost pained me as she spun me around to face her.

‘You think I hadn’t noticed, hm? I noticed you a long time ago. Even before your pathetic little attempt to talk to me…what was it, a week ago?’

My blood ran cold under her scrutiny. Of the two of us, I was the taller, but that didn’t make much difference when I was seated and she wasn’t. Currently, she towered over me, her domineering gaze fixed firmly on my face.

‘I wasn’t exactly complaining about the attention. You’re one of the few in that entire class who actually knows how to dress herself, for one.’ Her eyes raked across my body, from my feet upwards until they met mine once again. ‘I like your skirt today, incidentally.’

Was that…a compliment? This whole situation had my head spinning.

‘However, amusing as I find you, this simply won’t do. You think you can just follow me around without me knowing, like a little lost puppy dog? For god’s sake, stop being such a child and talk to me if you’re so desperate.’

Okay, maybe this wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe this was an opportunity? Gathering together my shreds of consciousness, I managed to stammer out a reply. Resting her hand in her fingers, she tilted her head in response.

‘Hmm. No, I’m afraid that just won’t do. I’m going to need much more than that.’

She bent down, her nose almost pressing against my own.

‘Get on your knees.’

It wasn’t even a thought, I just did it. Maybe I should have questioned it, wondered why she said this, thought about where I was. None of that mattered, though, and I was kneeling before I knew it.

‘Good girl. Obedient, I can work with that.’ She took a step closer to me. ‘Now: undo my belt, and unzip my trousers.’

Almost shaking, I did as I was told. Soon, she stood in front of me, and I could see the front of her black, undecorated underwear in front of me. God, I wanted her so badly. Even more, I wanted her to want me.

‘You’re going to show me how sorry you are. Given the way I’ve seen you look at me this past month, I don’t imagine you’ll have many complaints.’ Her hand caressed my cheek, a moment of gentleness before she grasped my chin to stare firmly into her eyes. ‘Depending on how well you perform here, I’ll decide what on earth I am to do with you.’

I started over the fabric, gently licking and sucking at her. Even through cotton, she tasted incredible. This was perfection, kneeling in front of her, feeling her warmth, desperately chasing her pleasure. I felt the fabric become more and more damp, and I took this as encouragement, moving harder and faster. I must have been doing a good job, as soon she pushed me back just long enough to lower her own trousers and underwear. She grabbed me by my braided hair and pulled me back to where I belonged, keeping her hand firmly into place.

‘Mmm, maybe you can earn my forgiveness after all.’

As she pressed me hard into her folds, I was in ecstasy. I ran my tongue all along her slit, then lingered at her clit and sucked, staring up at her as she held me. I could feel her dripping down my face, marking me. She tasted better than I could have possibly imagined, and I wanted more. I kept going, harder, faster. Sometimes I would hear a quiet ‘yes’, and I knew to keep doing exactly what I had. Her grip on my hair grew tighter and tighter until I saw her bite down on her lip, head tilting back with her eyes closed. I knew that I had done what I’d been told, and I was proud knowing that I’d served her well. She looked down at me, eyes slightly glassy and her breath slowly recovering.

‘Good girl. It seems I wasn’t wrong to confront you today. However, I’m still not quite finished with you. Stand.’

I did as I was told, already missing being so close to her warmth. She casually circled me, and I felt even more like prey. She lifted the silver necklace around my neck, inspecting the pendant that hung from it before gently replacing it on my chest. Her hand twisted and she pressed her fingers to my sternum, gentle yet firm, and began to push me backwards until I was against one of the antique bookcases surrounding us.

‘Yes, I think I actually rather will enjoy you after all. As long as you remain obedient, that is. Drop your tights.’

Bending down, I did so. I reached to remove my shoes, but she stopped me.

‘No, I didn’t tell you to do that. I want your tights around your ankles. Not that I think that you’d even try, but just in case, I don’t want you running off anywhere. You’re staying exactly where I put you.’

I rose back to full height and, before I could even react, her lips were on me. This wasn’t a gentle, loving kiss; this was power being exerted, a message of ownership being sent. I was pressed hard into the shelves behind me, and I could feel her fingers digging deep into my waist.

One of her hands began to drop, lowering onto my thigh as she drew up the hem of my skirt. The edge of her nail on my bare flesh almost made me shiver under her grasp. She reached the front of my knickers, running the lightest of touches across the lace. She tutted as she continued circling.

‘My my, you have been enjoying yourself, haven’t you? Tell me, princess, how long is it that you’ve been wanting this?’

Her touch became a little harder, a little more purposeful, but only fractionally. I felt my own eyes shut as I leaned into her.

‘I don’t think you would even bother to try and convince me this isn’t exactly what you were thinking of. Girls like you, they always have the exact same look. The same way they stare blankly at me, thinking they’re being subtle.’

On that last syllable, she pressed harder, and I let go of the breath I’d been holding trying to keep silent.

‘Now, don’t be jealous. I’ve rarely given these girls a second look. You, however…you were just so determined. When I noticed that you’d started dressing differently, so keen to impress and anticipate what I would want from you…well, I knew that you might be worth the investment.’

It was at this point I felt her fingers move upwards as she grasped my underwear and pulled it down my legs. She drew her hand from my skirt, and looked directly into my eyes.

‘Open your mouth.’ I obeyed, and she placed two fingers on my tongue before closing my mouth with her other hand. ‘Such a good girl. You’ll just follow any command I put into that pretty little head, won’t you? Yes, I think I can definitely work with that’.

I felt myself whimper as she removed her hand again, eliciting a voracious grin from her.

‘Now now, don’t be needy. I’m going to give you exactly what you need’

She lowered her hand, and I felt her wet fingers trace around my entrance. I wanted her inside of me so badly, I needed to feel her and show her how much I wanted her. When she slipped her first finger in, I began to moan; her off hand was over my mouth in seconds.

‘We are in a library; if you can’t behave appropriately, I’ll have to stop. You wouldn’t want that, would you?’

I looked at her with wide eyes, gently shaking my head. I felt her finger start to move inside me, slowly curling. Soon, her second finger entered me, and I was thankful that she’d kept her hand over my mouth. I clenched around her, desperate for more, and for her to feel how incredible she was making me feel. With her thumb, she traced slow circles around my clit, becoming faster and faster.

She must have felt me getting closer, as she wrapped her free arm around my neck and pressed me into her shoulder as she whispered.

‘I think I shall definitely keep you. So obedient, and so desperate. Having you as a pet sounds like it could really improve my deeply under-stimulating time on this campus. Of course, you’ll be rewarded for your obedience, and I think you can see that it will be worth your time.

‘Now, princess, obey one more command for now: be a good girl and come for me.’

Barely, I managed to hold back my scream. I almost collapsed onto her, her surprising strength holding me in place. As she withdrew from me, she placed her fingers in her own mouth. If I wasn’t mistaken, I was sure I could hear a quiet moan as she tasted me.

‘You did well for me. I think, however, I would like to finish studying at home.’

She locked her elbow around my own.

‘Come along, I’m sure I can find some use for you there.’