Inked Desires
By BloodRose
It was nearly midnight, and the library was cloaked in silence. Riya sat at the front desk, sorting through the mountain of papers that needed to be printed by morning. Her laptop blinked a red warning: "Low Battery." With a sigh, she plugged it in, but no sooner had the printer jammed than the laptop shut down entirely.
Frustration simmered as she stared at the stubborn machine. Her thoughts wandered, as they often did, to the tattoo shop across the street. Damon. She’d been admiring him from afar for months—his tattoos, his easy laugh, the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence. He was a mystery, and a dangerous one at that. Riya could never quite summon the courage to speak to him. But tonight, she had no other choice.
With a deep breath, Riya gathered her things and marched over to the shop. The sound of buzzing needles and rock music greets her. Damon looks up from his work and grins when he sees you. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite librarian. What brings you to my humble abode, sweetheart?"
Riya blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious in her conservative librarian attire. “Hi, Damon. I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to print some documents from the library’s drive. My laptop and printer are on the fritz.”
Damon’s eyes twinkled with amusement. "Sure thing, gorgeous. Let me just finish up this piece, and I'll help you out." He gestured for her to take a seat at his computer.
As Damon works, Riya can't help but steal glances at him. His arms are covered in intricate tattoos, and his eyes have a mischievous glint that makes her heart race. She feels a familiar heat spread through her body, one that she has been trying to ignore for months now.
Finally, Damon is done with his client, and he turns his attention to her. "Alright, let's see what you've got." Riya hands him the USB drive, and he inserts it into his computer. Riya’s breath hitched at the brief contact, her skin tingling where he had touched her.
As Damon navigated through the folders in the USB drive, he accidentally clicked on a folder titled “Fantasies.” Dozens of erotic stories, each one more explicit than the last, filled the screen. Riya gasped, her face turning crimson as Damon read the titles aloud, his voice laced with amusement.
“‘Librarian’s Desires,’ ‘Tattooed Lover,’ ‘Late-Night Encounter’… Well, well, well. Looks like someone’s been naughty,” he teased, his eyes flickering to Riya with a knowing smirk.
Riya wanted to crawl under the desk and disappear. “I… I can explain,” she stammered, but Damon held up a hand, silencing her.
“No need to explain, sweetheart. I think it’s fucking hot,” he growled, his voice deep and husky. “I’ve always thought you were sexy as hell in that prim and proper librarian outfit. But now, knowing what’s hiding beneath all that innocence… Fuck, it’s making me hard.”
Riya’s eyes widened, her mouth going dry as she watched Damon adjust himself in his jeans. Her heart raced, her body trembling with a cocktail of shame and desire. She knew she should leave, but her feet remained rooted to the floor.
Damon reached out, his rough hand cupping her chin and tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “Tell me, Riya. Do you want me to make your fantasies come true?”
Riya nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. Damon’s lips curled into a predatory smile, and he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his hand sliding down to grasp her breast through her blouse. “Because I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
With a wicked grin, Damon picks her up and sets her on the desk. His hands roam her body, exploring every inch of her. Riya can't help but moan as his fingers find her nipples, teasing them through her shirt.
"You like that?" he asks, his voice husky with desire. "Yes," yes gasp, arching into his touch. Damon wastes no time, tugging her shirt over her head and unclasping her bra. He starts playing with her tits, pinching and pulling her nipples, leaning in to kiss and nibble her neck and earlobes. He lowers his mouth, finds her huge tits, and he sucks and bites at her nipples, making her squirm with pleasure.
"Fuck, you have beautiful tits," he growls, his hands kneading her flesh. Damon’s mouth crashed against hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and claiming her. Riya moaned, her hands fisting in his shirt as she pulled him closer.
He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he took in her heaving chest and flushed skin. “On your knees, sweetheart,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
Riya obeyed, sinking to her knees before him. Damon unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick, long and hard cock. Riya’s mouth watered at the sight, her fingers itching to touch him. “You’ve read about this, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust. “About a woman on her knees, eager to put a man's cock in her mouth and please him.” Riya’s cheeks flushed deeper, her lips parting as she nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. His words were filthy, but they sent a rush of heat between her legs, her body aching to fulfill his command.
She wraps her hand around it, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin. Damon hisses in pleasure, his head falling back. Damon tangled his hand in her hair, guiding her towards his erection.
“Suck it,” he growled, his grip tightening in her locks. “Show me how much you want it.”. Riya leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his cock. Damon groaned, his hips thrusting slightly. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. Damon groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he thrust forward, burying the head of his cock in her mouth.
“That’s it,” he growled, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft. She sucked him slowly, her head bobbing up and down, her hand gripping the base of his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his head falling back in pleasure. “Take it all, you dirty little slut.” Riya moaned around his cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips sliding up and down his length. Damon’s grip in her hair was firm, his control absolute as he dictated the pace, his hips snapping forward with each thrust.
Riya took him deeper, her gag reflex kicking in, she relaxed her throat, letting him fuck her face with abandon. She reveled in the feeling of being used, her own arousal dripping down her thighs. Damon’s grip on her hair tightened, his pace becoming more frenzied as he neared his release.
"Fuck, you're good at that," he growled.
Riya moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through him. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, could taste the saltiness of his precum. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. Damon’s hand released her hair, sliding down to cup her chin, tilting her head back as he pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva.
“Now, get on the desk,” he ordered, his voice rough with satisfaction. “It’s time I fucked you properly.”
Riya complied, her legs shaking as she got on the desk. Damon pulled off her skirt, exposing her bare pussy to his hungry gaze. He ran a hand over her left leg, his fingers dipping in between her thighs to feel her wetness.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled, his fingers teasing her clit. “You’re so desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” Riya whimpered, pushing her hips back against his hand. Damon chuckled, his fingers sliding inside her tight heat. He pumped them in and out, his thumb circling her clit and driving her wild. “Please, Damon,” she begged, her voice breathy with need. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet, Sweetheart,” he replied. Before Riya can protest, Damon is on his knees, slowly starting to kiss down her stomach, his fingers touching her folds, making her gasp. He kissed lightly around the outside of her pussy until finally reaching her clit to suck hard and nibbling it.
Riya can't help but cry out, her hips bucking against his mouth. "Yes, yes, don't stop," she begged, her fingers tangling in his hair. Damon didn’t stop, he slipped in 3 fingers inside her, while his tongue worked magic on her pussy. Riya can feel herself building towards an orgasm, her body trembling with pleasure.
"I'm close, Damon. Don't stop," she gasped. His fingers and mouth worked in perfect harmony. Riya comes hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Damon stands up, his dick pressed against her thigh, while his thumb is still pressing her cilt.
"Fuck, you're so sexy when you come," he growls, his eyes dark with desire. Riya wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I want you inside me," she whispered.
Damon obliged, replacing his fingers with his thick cock. He slammed into her, his hands gripping her hips as he set a brutal pace. Riya cried out, her nails digging into the desk as Damon pounded into her.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” he grunted, his hips slapping against her hips. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, you dirty slut.”
Riya moaned “yess, fuck, fuck”, her body trembling with pleasure as Damon’s words pushed her closer to the edge. His fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. Riya shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Damon followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep inside her. He collapsed against her back, his breath ragged in her ear.
“Fuck, that was intense,” he panted, his hands roaming her sweat-slicked skin. “I think I’m addicted to you, Riya.”
Riya smiled, her body still humming with pleasure. “I think I’m addicted to you too, Damon.”
Riya stood on shaky legs, putting back her clothes, while Damon tucked himself back into his jeans, his eyes never leaving her body. “Same time tomorrow night?” he asked, a wicked grin on his face. Riya nodded, a matching smirk playing on her lips. “Same time tomorrow night.”
And so, their secret trysts began.
Frustration simmered as she stared at the stubborn machine. Her thoughts wandered, as they often did, to the tattoo shop across the street. Damon. She’d been admiring him from afar for months—his tattoos, his easy laugh, the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence. He was a mystery, and a dangerous one at that. Riya could never quite summon the courage to speak to him. But tonight, she had no other choice.
With a deep breath, Riya gathered her things and marched over to the shop. The sound of buzzing needles and rock music greets her. Damon looks up from his work and grins when he sees you. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite librarian. What brings you to my humble abode, sweetheart?"
Riya blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious in her conservative librarian attire. “Hi, Damon. I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to print some documents from the library’s drive. My laptop and printer are on the fritz.”
Damon’s eyes twinkled with amusement. "Sure thing, gorgeous. Let me just finish up this piece, and I'll help you out." He gestured for her to take a seat at his computer.
As Damon works, Riya can't help but steal glances at him. His arms are covered in intricate tattoos, and his eyes have a mischievous glint that makes her heart race. She feels a familiar heat spread through her body, one that she has been trying to ignore for months now.
Finally, Damon is done with his client, and he turns his attention to her. "Alright, let's see what you've got." Riya hands him the USB drive, and he inserts it into his computer. Riya’s breath hitched at the brief contact, her skin tingling where he had touched her.
As Damon navigated through the folders in the USB drive, he accidentally clicked on a folder titled “Fantasies.” Dozens of erotic stories, each one more explicit than the last, filled the screen. Riya gasped, her face turning crimson as Damon read the titles aloud, his voice laced with amusement.
“‘Librarian’s Desires,’ ‘Tattooed Lover,’ ‘Late-Night Encounter’… Well, well, well. Looks like someone’s been naughty,” he teased, his eyes flickering to Riya with a knowing smirk.
Riya wanted to crawl under the desk and disappear. “I… I can explain,” she stammered, but Damon held up a hand, silencing her.
“No need to explain, sweetheart. I think it’s fucking hot,” he growled, his voice deep and husky. “I’ve always thought you were sexy as hell in that prim and proper librarian outfit. But now, knowing what’s hiding beneath all that innocence… Fuck, it’s making me hard.”
Riya’s eyes widened, her mouth going dry as she watched Damon adjust himself in his jeans. Her heart raced, her body trembling with a cocktail of shame and desire. She knew she should leave, but her feet remained rooted to the floor.
Damon reached out, his rough hand cupping her chin and tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “Tell me, Riya. Do you want me to make your fantasies come true?”
Riya nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. Damon’s lips curled into a predatory smile, and he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his hand sliding down to grasp her breast through her blouse. “Because I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
With a wicked grin, Damon picks her up and sets her on the desk. His hands roam her body, exploring every inch of her. Riya can't help but moan as his fingers find her nipples, teasing them through her shirt.
"You like that?" he asks, his voice husky with desire. "Yes," yes gasp, arching into his touch. Damon wastes no time, tugging her shirt over her head and unclasping her bra. He starts playing with her tits, pinching and pulling her nipples, leaning in to kiss and nibble her neck and earlobes. He lowers his mouth, finds her huge tits, and he sucks and bites at her nipples, making her squirm with pleasure.
"Fuck, you have beautiful tits," he growls, his hands kneading her flesh. Damon’s mouth crashed against hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and claiming her. Riya moaned, her hands fisting in his shirt as she pulled him closer.
He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he took in her heaving chest and flushed skin. “On your knees, sweetheart,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.
Riya obeyed, sinking to her knees before him. Damon unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick, long and hard cock. Riya’s mouth watered at the sight, her fingers itching to touch him. “You’ve read about this, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust. “About a woman on her knees, eager to put a man's cock in her mouth and please him.” Riya’s cheeks flushed deeper, her lips parting as she nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. His words were filthy, but they sent a rush of heat between her legs, her body aching to fulfill his command.
She wraps her hand around it, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin. Damon hisses in pleasure, his head falling back. Damon tangled his hand in her hair, guiding her towards his erection.
“Suck it,” he growled, his grip tightening in her locks. “Show me how much you want it.”. Riya leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his cock. Damon groaned, his hips thrusting slightly. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. Damon groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he thrust forward, burying the head of his cock in her mouth.
“That’s it,” he growled, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft. She sucked him slowly, her head bobbing up and down, her hand gripping the base of his cock.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his head falling back in pleasure. “Take it all, you dirty little slut.” Riya moaned around his cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips sliding up and down his length. Damon’s grip in her hair was firm, his control absolute as he dictated the pace, his hips snapping forward with each thrust.
Riya took him deeper, her gag reflex kicking in, she relaxed her throat, letting him fuck her face with abandon. She reveled in the feeling of being used, her own arousal dripping down her thighs. Damon’s grip on her hair tightened, his pace becoming more frenzied as he neared his release.
"Fuck, you're good at that," he growled.
Riya moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through him. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, could taste the saltiness of his precum. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. Damon’s hand released her hair, sliding down to cup her chin, tilting her head back as he pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva.
“Now, get on the desk,” he ordered, his voice rough with satisfaction. “It’s time I fucked you properly.”
Riya complied, her legs shaking as she got on the desk. Damon pulled off her skirt, exposing her bare pussy to his hungry gaze. He ran a hand over her left leg, his fingers dipping in between her thighs to feel her wetness.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled, his fingers teasing her clit. “You’re so desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” Riya whimpered, pushing her hips back against his hand. Damon chuckled, his fingers sliding inside her tight heat. He pumped them in and out, his thumb circling her clit and driving her wild. “Please, Damon,” she begged, her voice breathy with need. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet, Sweetheart,” he replied. Before Riya can protest, Damon is on his knees, slowly starting to kiss down her stomach, his fingers touching her folds, making her gasp. He kissed lightly around the outside of her pussy until finally reaching her clit to suck hard and nibbling it.
Riya can't help but cry out, her hips bucking against his mouth. "Yes, yes, don't stop," she begged, her fingers tangling in his hair. Damon didn’t stop, he slipped in 3 fingers inside her, while his tongue worked magic on her pussy. Riya can feel herself building towards an orgasm, her body trembling with pleasure.
"I'm close, Damon. Don't stop," she gasped. His fingers and mouth worked in perfect harmony. Riya comes hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Damon stands up, his dick pressed against her thigh, while his thumb is still pressing her cilt.
"Fuck, you're so sexy when you come," he growls, his eyes dark with desire. Riya wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I want you inside me," she whispered.
Damon obliged, replacing his fingers with his thick cock. He slammed into her, his hands gripping her hips as he set a brutal pace. Riya cried out, her nails digging into the desk as Damon pounded into her.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” he grunted, his hips slapping against her hips. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, you dirty slut.”
Riya moaned “yess, fuck, fuck”, her body trembling with pleasure as Damon’s words pushed her closer to the edge. His fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. Riya shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Damon followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep inside her. He collapsed against her back, his breath ragged in her ear.
“Fuck, that was intense,” he panted, his hands roaming her sweat-slicked skin. “I think I’m addicted to you, Riya.”
Riya smiled, her body still humming with pleasure. “I think I’m addicted to you too, Damon.”
Riya stood on shaky legs, putting back her clothes, while Damon tucked himself back into his jeans, his eyes never leaving her body. “Same time tomorrow night?” he asked, a wicked grin on his face. Riya nodded, a matching smirk playing on her lips. “Same time tomorrow night.”
And so, their secret trysts began.
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