“Who were you talking to?” Eliza arched an eyebrow as Nash approached. She stood waiting by their usual table, her things packed up and ready to go, her stomach in knots. He’d been texting someone all evening, telling her it was no one when she asked the first time, and then had practically ran off like the hounds of Hell were after him when his phone rang. Maybe he just didn’t want to disturb the other library-dwellers, but he could have set his phone to silent if that had been the case.

 

“No one,” he muttered as he began throwing his things haphazardly into his backpack. The same laptop. The same three textbooks. Eliza frowned, but before she could say anything, he added, “Well, not no one, but no one for you to worry about.”

 

It had to be a woman. Christmas loomed in the very near future, and the bulk of the Blackwoods University student population had fled for the holidays already. She stayed, of course, because home was only just up the street, and she preferred her dorm to her dad’s bachelor-esque apartment any day. Sure, it was huge. Yes, there was a room permanently made up for her, but she liked the freedom of having her own space. She’d visit for Christmas, of course. Probably New Years, unless Nash suggested they do something together.

 

If that was even a possibility anymore. He’d flaked on more dates than he kept these days, and she was starting to wonder if there was someone else in his life. Why else would he wander? They were both enrolled in grueling academic programs, yet he had no problem meeting her to study. It was the sex that had tapered off recently, and it was driving her crazy.

 

Add that to the secret texting and phone calls…well, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he’d probably found another girl to keep him entertained. Eliza was just working her way up during their play together—he probably had a girl who did everything on the side. Or maybe Eliza was the side girl. Whatever it was, she wasn’t about to let him go. Old Eliza would have rolled over and let him drift, but the New Eliza, the sexually adventurous one who skipped study groups to be with Nash, wasn’t going to let him get away so easily.

 

Once he had his things packed up, they both headed for the main doors, her heart pounding at the thought of what she was about to do.

 

“I’m not sure I can stay long tonight,” he said as the doors drew nearer. Nope. She had to do it. No backing out—this was the telltale word choice of a man who was about to flake. “I mean, maybe I shouldn’t even…”

 

He trailed off when she grabbed his hand and tugged him in the direction of the bathrooms. It was a small, echo-y hallway that lacked the decorative spin the rest of the first floor of the library had. There was a line of payphones, doors to the male and female washrooms respectively, and a few vending machines. No art on the walls. Reception was always shoddy in here. Eliza dragged him passed all of it, back to the shadowy area where the light flickered by the emergency exit door. They were alone here—alone but not. Public still, very public for what she planned to do.

 

“Look, Eliza you really don’t need to—”

 

She silenced him with her mouth, pushing up on her toes to kiss him. He stumbled back, perhaps surprised, into a darkened corner, out of view of the rest of the empty hallway. It was empty now, but it wouldn’t be for long. It was one of two bathroom hallways on the main floor, which meant it would see a fair amount of traffic, even if there weren’t many students left using the facility this close to the holidays.

 

His lips were hard against hers, his body unyielding. It wasn’t in her nature to spring anything like this on him. Usually he initiated their play, even if Eliza knew it was coming before it happened. But if he could drag her off somewhere and fuck her over a bench, she could show him that she was just as adventurous.

 

That he didn’t need to go running to someone else to get what he wanted.

 

While she’d had him pinned to the wall to start with, Nash easily flipped them and pressed her to the hard surface, grabbing a wrist in each hand and pinning them above her head.

 

“What are you doing?” he hissed. Even in the dim, flickering lighting, she could see the want in his eye. If that wasn’t telling enough, he was starting to get hard, his hips pressed snugly against hers as he held her in place.

 

“What do you think I’m doing?” she asked, adopting the soft sub voice she knew drove him wild. “I’m trying to please you.”

 

“You do please me—”

 

“But I want to do it now.” She pouted for effect, then rubbed her hips against his. His eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on her, and she swallowed hard, her sex dampening.

 

“Little submissive sluts don’t get to choose when this happens,” he whispered heatedly. There it was. She had him right where she wanted him. There’d be no running out on her tonight, not without him remembering just how great they were together first.

 

“I’ve been so good lately,” Eliza offered, fluttering her eyelashes. “I thought I deserved a little treat.”

 

He gave a soft, cold laugh. “Well, that was very presumptuous of you. I should put you over my knee for that kind of thinking.”

 

She bit back a moan, clenching her thighs together to rub her aching bud, the thick fabric of her jeans grating over it.

 

“Fine,” Nash growled then spared a quick glance around the corner. When his eyes returned to hers, she let out a trembling breath. “Fine. You want a treat? You can suck my cock.”

 

“Yes, Master,” she said, all but groaning when he released her wrists and stepped back, giving her enough room to undo his pants and slid to the ground. It would have been more comfortable to rest on her knees, but he didn’t give her the space—perhaps as a punishment—and Eliza sat up on her heels instead, crouching. She didn’t mind. It’d be worth it, to prove that she was the girl for him.

 

He was hard and ready for her when she unzipped his jeans, taking his cock out as if she were handling a rare artefact. Because in her position, she was meant to worship her master, and Eliza was slowly learning to do just that. She’d never thought the sight of an erect dick would be so thrilling. Before, she’d never understood what the fuss was all about, but now she knew. Seeing any part of Nash was exciting, but being able to touch him most intimately, in a place where no one else—in theory—could touch him, was an honor. A thrill. It made the moisture between her legs grow, her underwear wet and her pulsing sex slick with need.

 

She tasted him first, a gently and exploratory lick over the engorged head, then took him as far as she could in her mouth. Nash tsked her suddenly, and she looked up, eyes wide, cock in her mouth, worried she’d done something wrong.

 

“What have I told you before?” he all but growled, a hand resting on the wall, his other arm behind his back. In an instant, Eliza dropped her hands and clasped them behind her back. A week or so ago, he’d taught her how he liked to be sucked, and she recalled he preferred that she keep her hands behind her back. If he could, he’d probably tie them there. The thought made her shiver.

 

Unfortunately, she was better at this when she used her hands. Without them, she was a little off-balance, a little sloppy, but she was still able to perform. Although she wanted to make noises, let him know that she was genuinely enjoying herself, the look in his eye told her to keep quiet, and Eliza obeyed. Up and down her head bobbed, occasionally glancing up to meet his eye. He said nothing, but he didn’t have to. The tremble in his arm, the quiver of his thigh, and the tight line of his lips said everything she needed and wanted to hear.

 

It didn’t take him long to come. Normally he tried to control himself, always coming last and late during their sessions, but she couldn’t blame him. The voices in the hall were growing louder, and while the risk thrilled her, the rational part of her brain knew the dean’s daughter couldn’t be caught giving blowjobs in the library. Her dad would kill her. But that spurred her on too, taking Nash deeper than she had before, holding back the urge to gag, her eyes watering as he spilled himself down her throat.

 

Cock still in her mouth, Nash patted her cheek and grinned, then pulled back. He was in better control of his breathing than she was, and they took a few moments to calm her before they left. Hand-in-hand. Eliza’s head held high.

 

Let’s see his mystery phone girl top that.