The Bookshop Owner

The Bookshop Owner Chapter 9

THE BOOKSHOP OWNER -- CHAPTER 9

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"Bye both! See you tomorrow!" Louis says, dashing out of the shop. I turn and try to wave back, but he's already gone.

I gather the remnants of the snacks he brought for this week's reading group session, crumpling up empty biscuit wrappers and sealing the half-open ones with some Scotch tape next to the till. I carry everything to the back room, where Dan sits at his desk, going through his email inbox.

"At least he put the chairs back this time" Dan says, referring to Louis.

"Left so many snacks, too. Do you like Garibaldis?"

"Yuck, gross. They are all yours..."

I leave the chocolate bourbons and butter cookies on top of the small fridge next to the tea supplies and tuck the leftover Garibaldis and the book we are reading in my bag.

"So what book did everyone choose for reading group?" Dan asks.

"Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy." 

"Classic," he comments. "Didn't think of you as a big sci-fi buff."

I shrug. "It was a democratic choice... and I don't mind a light read for once."

I get closer to his desk, an inquisitive look on my face.

"So you've read it?" I ask.

He looks up at me, smiles and sits back into his chair, crossing his arms. "I listened to the radio series a couple of times. It's a good laugh," he replies. "I wouldn't have anything profound to add to the conversation."

"I know you like to listen to our conversations every week," I lean over, moving my face closer to his.

He gets closer, rests his hand on the back of my head and pulls me in for a deep kiss. It's passionate, wet, almost possessive. I feel him gently reasserting his dominance by shoving his tongue in my mouth. Without loosening his grip, he reaches down my trousers with his other hand, looking for my dick and balls. He breaks the kiss and chuckles when he realises I'm wearing my cage. I can hear him flick his finger on the little padlock.

"Just checking... Looks like you're still my good sub."

I smile and move my head next to his, so I can whisper in his ear. "I wore it to work today."

He sits back on the chair again, a satisfied look on his face. "Good boy... Who knew you had such a hunger for kink in your life..." He pauses for a second. "What are you doing this Saturday?"

I let out a disappointed sigh. "I'm working on Saturday. Student recruitment event."

"Too bad... What about Sunday?"

"I'm free then, aren't you open on Sunday though?"

"Louis is covering the shop. Come over on Saturday night. We can have a little fun and then you can help me pick out a new bookshelf on Sunday, since you hate my furniture arrangement so much."

"A little `fun'?"

"Considering the effects that a chastity cage and a blindfold are having on you, I reckon you are ready for some more."

I sit on his lap sideways, wrapping my arms around his neck. He casually slips his hand inside my trousers, starting to tease my hole.

"What's our safe word going to be?"

He thinks for a moment. Then, pushing his finger inside me, he proclaims with a cheeky smile: "Garibaldi?"

*

I never gave that much thought to the metal rings on the sides of Dan's bed frame. I assumed they were handles for under-bed storage drawers, but now I'm starting to think he installed them specifically for sex purposes.

I am completely naked, except for my chastity cage, spreadeagled on Dan's bed, while he is sitting on top of me, tying my hands to the rings on each corner of the bed with thin strips of satin fabric.

He's only wearing a pair of loose boxers. His hairy torso looks particularly big from this position. I feel some of his weight pressing on my abdomen, trapped under him, unable to lift my legs and arms either. His cock isn't fully erect, but I can see a prominent bulge and part of his shaft is peeking from the front of his boxers, together with the intoxicating smell of his manhood.

"Oi!" he says loudly, snapping his fingers in front of my eyes. "I said, how's this? Too tight?" and he tugs at the satin string around my wrist.

I snap out of my trance and wriggle my wrist around. It doesn't hurt and I can move my arms slightly, but the knot feels solid, like it won't slip off on its own.

"It's perfect" I reply, gently feeling the space around me, getting used to the sensation of my limbs being tied down like this.

"Good" he says. He slides back, off my torso and leans over my caged dick. He opens his mouth and starts licking my balls and the tip of my dick that still accessible through the front slit of the cage. I start breathing heavily, my instinct telling me to curl up, cover my junk with my hands so that the ticklish torment inflicted by Dan's tongue on my body will end. But I can't. All I can do is lay there, tense my muscles, strain inside my chastity cage, and let him take control.

His tongue start sliding down, below my balls, teasing the butt plug. He starts pulling it out with one hand and I try to relax as much as I can. The size of the butt plugs Dan is making me wear is substantial, and my lips have to stretch significantly to let the widest part of the toy out. I almost feel my lower torso deflate as it comes out. I let out a moan of relief. I have little time to recover, though, because Dan is loosening the knots around my ankles and pulling my legs up to eat me out. His tongue doesn't meet any resistance entering my stretched hole. It goes in and out, full mouth-to-ass penetration. I feel the urge to pull him closer, but my hands are tied.

When he comes up, his lips and beard are shiny and wet from the lube, saliva and ass juice. I expect him to start lubing up his cock and fuck me. Instead, he leans over me, putting part of his weight on my body, and reaches out to open his bedside table drawer. He takes something out -- a toy? -- but it's hard to see from my perspective, bound as I am to the bed, under his weight, unable to sit up and look back.

He goes back to his previous position between my legs. There's indeed a toy in his hands. It looks like a silicone prostate massager, with a curved, tapered tip and a wide base. It's not particularly girthy or long -- a considerable downgrade from the colossal plug I was wearing just a moment ago. Dan doesn't bother adding fresh lube to the toy, he swipes his hand between my cheeks and gently massages the toy, before sticking it inside me. I barely feel it going in. Dan sees the look of confusion on my face, but he seems determined to go ahead with this.

The prostate massager slots into place. Then I feel Dan pressing the back of the toy for a few seconds. The toy starts vibrating. A low hum fills the room as the vibrations make my prostate tingle and an urge to pee suddenly overwhelms me. I try to retract my legs, but Dan grabs my ankles and secures them to the bed once again, while I squirm in pleasure.

"I know, buddy, I know, be strong for Daddy," he says. He grabs something else from between the sheets, another small, black device. He presses a button on it and the vibration goes from a constant buzz to quick pulses. He leans over me and kisses me on the cheek, while I try to get used to the vibration.

"Shh," he says, "don't make too much noise. I want to test all the functions."

He cycles through a dozen of different rhythms and intensity levels. I wondered if he could feel the vibrations spreading from my body through to his.

Then, all of a sudden, I hear a different, sharper buzz. It's not coming from the toy. Dan sits back again and grabs his phone, looks at the screen and swipes to accept the call. He didn't bother turning off the massager before taking the call, so I try to keep my whimpers to a minimum, but the toy was left on one of the higher intensity levels.

Dan is smiling, nodding, and replying with low "huh-huh"s on the phone, mostly ignoring me. As time passes, he leans down and places a hand over my mouth to stifle my whimpering, still intently listening to the person on the other end of the line.

"No worries, I'll be there in a sec," Dan says and hangs up. "You are a loud sub, you know that?" he tells me, with a sly smile.

He steps off the bed and starts getting dressed. "I have to go down to the shop to show Louis how to use the new card machine before he closes. I'll be back soon."

He's still got a hard on, so he has to make a specific effort to put his jeans on, stuffing his swollen cock inside them.

"Oh, okay," I murmur, a little disappointed at the idea of wrapping up our sessions early. But there's no indication from Dan that this is going to happen.

He's putting a watch on when he looks at me and says, "What? You thought I'd let you off the hook?"

He grabs the toy remote and puts it in my hand.

"Hold the button down to turn it off if you want to," he says and gives me a couple of quick, but firm smacks on the cheek. "See you later, slut."

I hear him close the front door behind him and now the only sound I can hear is the toy vibrating up my ass. I feel the remote in my hand, my thumb on the button... but I never press it. Instead -- for what feels like almost half an hour of constant stimulation -- I keep contracting my ass muscles with every pulse of the massager, maximising the sensations on my prostate and releasing more and more precum, which drips from my cage on the sheets. Did Dan plan this? Did he know he would have to go down soon to meet Louis? Is he using my jealousy to make me hornier?

I squirm, trying to stimulate my dick with my legs, but the knots don't loosen up and all I manage to do is smear more precum over my inner thighs.

By the time Dan comes back, I'm sweating, moaning and shaking on the bed. My hands and feet are tingling, and the need to come is overwhelming. I hear him take off his shoes, then come up to the bedroom. He's undressing as he makes his way up, without rushing.

"Look at the state of you," he says, taking off his boxers and revealing his throbbing cock that I so want inside me. "I told you, you could turn it off..."

He gets on the bed, between my legs, and pulls me forward. Without warning, he removes the vibrating toy and replaces it with his cock. He's inside me so quickly and with such little effort that I immediately feel an orgasm take over my body. He's thrusting already, aided by the lube that the toys have kept wet and warm, while spurts of cum come out of my chastity cage and drip down on my balls, and on Dan's cock and pubes.

He looks down as I come. My orgasm, my cum on his cock, awaken a primordial instinct in him. He doesn't lean over me; his usual veiled tenderness is gone. He keeps thrusting with his chest out, looking down at my ass -- his ass -- gripping my hips, pulling me closer. He comes with an animalistic grunt inside me. His face looks flushed. He wipes the sweat from his forehead with his arm, without stopping entirely. He keeps ramming his cock inside me, as if to push his seed deeper, to conclusively mark me as his.

It takes him a while to come back, to settle down and go back to breathing normally. The toy seems to have stopped, I'm not sure whether from Dan turning it off, or from the battery dying. We are catching our breath in total silence.

Dan comes out of me, and I can immediately feel some of his cum flow out of my hole, warm against my skin. I try my best to keep it in, but I'm exhausted. He unties my limbs one by one, and I turn on my side. He lies down on the bed, behind me and puts his arm under my head. I close my eyes and enjoy the intimacy of this moment. He kisses the back of my neck and then he grabs my hand with his and places them both on my lower abdomen.

"How do you feel?" he whispers.

"That was amazing. Did you see I came handsfree?"

"Oh, I definitely saw. That was... phenomenal. How was it being tied up?"

"I wasn't too sure about the feeling of being restrained. Not that I can touch myself anyway. But when you take control like that... I want more. I want you to make me yours."

"Let's do more of it then."

We stay here a little longer; then, just as the last glimmer of daylight is leaving the sky, we get up, take a shower and change the bedsheets. For the first time in a while, I fall asleep without chastity cage or butt plug. Dan and I sleep naked and close together under a thin summer bed sheet, until morning.

*

Dan dragged me out of the house early this morning so we can have breakfast before going to a retail park not too far from the city centre.

"There won't be a single shop open until 10am," I complained, but to no avail. He wanted to be the first one there.

He had me wear the prostate massager from last night. And he locked my cock in chastity again, of course. We stop by a small café near the entrance of the retail park, which I didn't know was within walking distance from the city. The car park is mostly empty, and the café must have only just opened, as there are no other customers and the only staff member present is refilling the coffee grinder with whole beans.

"What would you like? Breakfast is on me," I tell Dan, who's inspecting the menu behind the counter.

"Well, thank you -- a cappuccino... and a bacon roll for me. No sauces. I'll grab a table."

He settles into one of the booths at the back, looking down at his phone. I approach the counter and catch the barista's attention. He's a sleepy-eyed young man, probably a university student. 

"Morning, what would you like?"

"Morning -- two cappuccinos, a bacon roll and a chocolate croissant, please."

"Any sauces with the roll?"

"No, thanks."

I pay and move to the side, waiting for the order to be ready. I grab my phone from my pocket, and suddenly a strange feeling comes over me. A low hum -- no, a vibration, one that can't be heard, only felt. The prostate massager turned on, there's no doubt about it. I feel blood rushing to my head, worried someone might notice.

"Two cappuccinos?" the barista announces to nobody but me, the only customer waiting. Still, it makes me jump as if somebody came into my bedroom while I was changing.

I don't have time to do anything about it. I clench my hole and walk closer to pick up our tray, but I realise it only makes the situation worse, pushing the massager closer to my overstimulated prostate.

"The roll is almost ready, won't be a sec."

I nod, fearful of attempting to speak, grab the tray and rush towards our table. I put our drinks down, a bit clumsily, spilling some of our coffees on the saucers. Dan uses a tissue to dab his.

"The toy!" I whisper frantically. "It turned on!"

I sit down, look around cautiously, but even the barista isn't visible from where we are sitting. Dan is moving the coffees and the croissant off the tray. There's no sign of surprise on his face, so I start wondering whether he heard me.

"I'm going to the bathroom to turn it off, I'll be right back."

As I motion to get up, Dan grabs my wrist gently. He picks up his phone and points the screen at me. The app he's using has a small icon of the prostate massager on top and various controls under it. I sit back down.

"You..." I manage to say, my face tingling and red. "It was... you?" 

"It's on the lowest setting. Say the word and I'll turn it off right away," he says and takes a sip of his coffee.

I open my mouth to say something, but I close it again. Before I can process what's happening, the barista shouts: "One bacon roll?"

Dan looks at me. "Off you go," he says, tilting his head toward the counter.

The bell at the entrance chimes and an older couple comes in. I look back at Dan, but he's sipping his coffee, scrolling through the news on his phone. What a prick.

"Bacon roll?" says the barista again, leaning over the counter now, looking for us. This makes me jump to attention.

"Y-yep!"

I rush to the counter and grab the food, as the old couple is placing their order. They don't pay any attention to me, and yet I feel like I've got `whore' written all over my face. Dan watches me walk back to our table with his usual smirk.

"I knew you could do it," he says, as he picks up the roll with a napkin. He gives it a big bite, while I bury my face in my arms. I'm getting used to the feeling of the vibration now, and I'm slowly reassured by the fact nobody seems to be able to hear it, including me. And, most importantly, I'm hard, my dick pushing against the confinement of the chastity cage.

I lift my head back up. "Why am I like this?"

Dan shrugs. "You're just my good subby boy. No point fighting against it, try to embrace it," he says, unlocking his phone and moving the intensity to the next level up.

I close my eyes in embarrassment as the vibration intensifies.

*

"Thanks so much!"

Dan waves at the barista on our way out -- almost too loudly, to make sure as many people as possible will turn towards us. He wishes us a good day and I let out a sigh of relief when we are out of the café and Dan turns the toy off.

"Let's save some of the battery for later."

"What do you mean `later'? You are going to get me caught."

"You are going to get yourself caught. Relax! It's just a little toy... Nobody can even hear it! Plus," he says, lifting my chin, "public humiliation gives you such a nice glow."

I roll my eyes and turn my head, looking around for the furniture shop. We walk across the car park to the other side of the shopping area and enter a two-story home and furniture store.

Pop music is playing on the speakers, and the entrance is littered with tacky furniture on sale: oddly shaped 70s-style furniture, shaggy white rugs under eccentric coffee tables, questionable decorative animal sculptures. Once we manage to get past these, the shop reveals more ordinary furniture that would fit in Dan's modern-leaning-on-minimalist loft. I am heading towards the shelving section, when Dan pokes my arm and pointed at the mattresses in the opposite corner. 

"Need a new mattress?"

Dan shrugs. "I've been thinking about it... Just want to look at the prices, since we are already here."

He stops by a king-size mattress near the back of the display. I place my hand on one corner of the mattress and push down to test its bounciness, while Dan looks at the tag. 

"Good morning! How are you today?"

We both turn towards the maybe 30-year-old shop assistant who just greeted us. He's wearing a pair of black trousers and a white shirt. His name tag says "ANWAR" in all caps.

"Oh, hello. We were just looking around, trying to figure out whether it's time to change my mattress or not," Dan replies. 

"Are you thinking full memory foam, or something more traditional?"

He looks at Dan, and then me, inviting me into the conversation.

"Not a fan of memory foam, to be honest..."

"This is a good mid-range one, then. Fairly popular, good reviews. Feel free to try it..."

"Go on" Dan says to me, as if we came here to buy a mattress together. "Do you mind if I take a picture of the info on the tag?" he asks Anwar.

"Not at all, please go ahead!" Anwar smiles cordially, then turns to me as I sit on the bed. Dan crouches down at the front of the bed while he fiddles with his phone.

I bounce up and down a couple of times, nodding away at Anwar while he explains the main features of the mattress. Then, just like I expected, a quick buzz from the toy causes a shiver down my spine, followed by the vibration of the silicone against my prostate.

"It has good airflow, too, if you are struggling with a hot and humid bedroom over the summer."

Dan sits on the other side of the mattress.

"Yeah, I like it, it's not too firm." He bounces up and down a couple of times, and I feel each movement up my ass, pushing the toy a little deeper.

"The comfort layer is stain-resistant, but it comes with a free high-quality mattress topper, too," Anwar explains, and he reaches down to touch the surface of the mattress next to me.

I get up -- perhaps a bit too quickly -- and Dan looks at me amused.

"What do you think?" Anwar asks me.

"Oh--uhm... It's nice, yeah. Feels really comfortable. But it's for his flat, so... not up to me," I let out an embarrassed chuckle, probably closer to hysterical. 

"Thanks so much, I probably won't make a decision today, but I may come back soon. We are after some other items today," Dan replies cordially.

"No problem at all, I'll be over there if you need me. We have extended warranty available for the summer," Anwar replies, handing over a leaflet to Dan as he walks back to the front of the shop.

Dan comes to my side of the mattress and we both sit down. He turns the vibrator off.

"How did that feel?"

I pause for a moment, looking at him. "Fucking spectacular," I mutter in the end, with a resigned tone.

Dan puts a hand on my shoulder.

"I've got you totally under my control, don't I?"

I nod.

"Alas, that's the life of a good, obedient sub."

*

Eventually, we find the right bookshelf. It's a simple Scandi-style oak piece, with a cabinet at the bottom and several rows of shelves on top.

Dan was the one who spotted it, and I have a feeling he had a clear idea of what he wanted from the start. He did furnish his place, after all, and did a pretty good job. I leave him to finalise the order and delivery, waiting for him closer to the entrance where we came in.

As he walks back, he's neatly folding and organising several receipts and pieces of paper in his wallet. 

"Come with me, I'll show you a different way," he says, tilting his head toward the stairs to the first floor.

We go up the stairs, pass the lighting and bathroom sections, and use a secondary exit, which looks like a connecting bridge to the Marks and Spencer next door, as the signage suggests. 

"Are we having lunch at M&S?" I ask, as we walk through the deserted corridor. It doesn't look like a passageway that many customers use.

Dan takes me by the arm and abruptly turns left, into a poorly lit dead end of the building with a locked cleaning closet and a single-stall toilet for customers with a peeling toilet icon on the door.

"Where are we going?" I whisper, even though no-one is around.

Dan, with his firm grip still on my arm, drags me inside the cubicle and locks the door behind us. He pushes me against the door and looks at me with lustful eyes.

"I used to work in this building. This toilet's always empty."

He kisses me and starts lifting my shirt. I feel like I'm in heat, having been teased and humiliated the whole morning. I kiss back.

"So," he whispers, breaking up our kiss, "how did it feel to go around and show everyone you are my own personal slut?"

He slides his hand in my trousers and grabs my dick and balls, trapped in chastity. I let out a little yelp.

"It felt right, sir. My only purpose is to follow your orders. You can use me whenever and wherever you like. Thank you."

"That's right." He pulls my hair back with his other hand and licks my neck. "I think we need to get you a collar. A collar with a little tag that says you're mine."

"Yes, sir, please, make me yours."

He bends me over the sink and pulls my trousers down. He takes out the vibrator. "Hold this," he says, handing it over to me.

He shoves his dick inside me, while he holds a hand over my mouth to muffle any sounds. He leans on me and whispers in my ear: "I think it's time I mark my territory. So that for the rest of the day, you have a warm reminder of who owns you."

He proceeds to fuck me with quiet but resolute thrusts. His cock moves only a few centimetres in and out of my ass, focusing most of his movement deep inside my guts. When he comes, he bites the flesh between my neck and my shoulder -- not to hurt me, but to force himself to remain quiet. His cock pulses several times, releasing all his cum inside me.

Still out of breath, he pulls out of me, takes the vibrator back and uses it to push any cum that dripped out of my hole back inside, before plugging me back up.

He turns me around, inserts his fingers, sticky with cum, inside my mouth. I lick and suck with abandon.

"No release for you, obviously," Dan says. "From what I could see yesterday, you are perfectly capable of coming while you're locked in your cage, when you feel the need to."

-- END OF CHAPTER 9 --

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