Mattias visits the university library often. He has a secret crush on the librarian Lena. Lena thinks Mattias is cute and decides to seduce him.

Chapter 5: Lipstick Confession

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The secluded corner of the library stacks opened with Mattias’ heart still hammering in his chest, his body slick with sweat, and his mind reeling from the intensity of Lena’s touch. The air between them crackled with unspoken desires, the scent of roses and sex hanging heavy in the air. Her predatory smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light as she stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor.

"Not so shy now, are we?" she purred, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through his very core. Before he could respond, she grabbed his arm, her grip surprisingly strong, and shoved him back against the towering bookshelf, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs. "Stay there," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Hey!" Mattias gasped, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. The sudden shift in power dynamics sent a jolt of adrenaline through him, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in his stomach. He had expected pleasure, maybe even a little degradation, but this... this felt different, more intense.

Lena ignored his protest, her gaze fixed on his lips. "You like lipstick, right?" she said, her voice a husky whisper. "Let's see how much you really like it." She reached into her purse, her fingers fumbling for a moment before she pulled out the same tube of crimson lipstick she had used earlier. The sight of it made Mattias’ breath hitch, his throat tightening with anticipation.

She held the lipstick out to him, the crimson color stark against her pale skin. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew what she wanted, but the thought of actually doing it, of crossing that line, terrified him. "I want you to put it on me," she said, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Right now." She pressed the lipstick into his trembling hand, her fingers lingering on his for a moment, sending a shiver down his spine. "Unless you're going to be a little bitch about it."

Mattias stared at the lipstick, his mind racing. He had fantasized about this, about being in control, about feminizing himself, but now that it was actually happening, he felt a surge of panic. What if he didn't like it? What if it ruined everything? I don't know," he stammered, his eyes darting around the secluded corner, searching for an escape. But there was nowhere to go, no one to help him. He was trapped, caught in Lena's web of desire, and he didn't know if he wanted to be rescued.

Lena's expression hardened, her eyes narrowing. "Don't tell me you're going to chicken out now," she sneered, her voice laced with disappointment. "I thought you were different, Mattias. I thought you were man enough to embrace your desires." Her words stung, hitting him where it hurt. He couldn't back down now, not after everything that had happened. He had to prove himself, to show her that he wasn't afraid.

He took a deep breath, his hand tightening around the lipstick. "Fine," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "I'll do it." He reached out, his hand shaking as he brought the lipstick to Lena's lips. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes locking with hers, searching for a sign, a clue. But her expression remained unreadable, her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and challenge.

With a deep breath, he began to apply the lipstick, his hand trembling as he traced the outline of her lips. The crimson color was vibrant and bold, a stark contrast to her pale skin. He felt a strange mix of arousal and fear as he watched the transformation, the blurring of lines between male and female, observer and participant. "Good," Lena purred, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through his fingertips. "Now, do yourself."

She grabbed his hand, pulling him closer, and pressed the lipstick against his own lips. "Don't be shy, Mattias. Embrace it." He closed his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as he pressed the lipstick against his lips. The waxy texture was unfamiliar and strange, the scent of roses and chemicals filling his nostrils. He hesitated for a moment, then began to smear the lipstick across his lips, his hand trembling as he lost himself in the sensation.

He opened his eyes, his gaze locking with Lena's in the reflection of a nearby bookshelf. His lips were smeared with crimson, the color stark and unnatural against his pale skin. He felt a surge of shame, a sense of violation, but beneath it, he also felt a flicker of excitement, a forbidden thrill. Lena reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his lips, smearing the lipstick even further. "That's it," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Let it all out, Mattias. Let it all out."

She pulled him closer, her lips brushing against his, the taste of lipstick and desire mingling on his tongue. "Who are you now, Mattias?" she whispered, her eyes searching his. "Who are you really?" Mattias couldn't answer, his mind a whirlwind of emotions and sensations. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but also alive in a way he never had before. Lena's hands moved down his body, her fingers trailing over his chest, his stomach, until they reached the waistband of his jeans.

"Let me see you," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. She undid his belt with practiced ease, her fingers brushing against his growing erection as she pulled his jeans and boxers down. Mattias gasped, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. Lena's eyes gleamed with desire as she knelt before him, her red lips parting as she took him into her mouth.

"Fuck," he moaned, his hands gripping the bookshelf behind him for support. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she sucked him deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of her mouth, the slickness of her tongue, the way her lipstick smudged slightly with each movement. He could feel the tension building in his groin, his balls tightening as she sucked him harder, faster.

"Lena," he gasped, his hips thrusting into her mouth as he lost control. "I'm gonna—" She pulled back just as he was about to come, her lips swollen and smeared with his pre-cum. "Not yet," she whispered, standing up and pushing him against the bookshelf. She reached into her purse, pulling out a tube of lipstick and a small bottle of perfume. "I'm not done with you yet."

Mattias watched, his cock throbbing as she reapplied her lipstick, the crimson shade gliding over her lips in a deliberate, sensual motion. She capped the tube and then sprayed herself with perfume, the scent of roses and spice filling the air around them. "Now," she said, her voice low and commanding, "turn around."

He obeyed without hesitation, his heart racing as she pressed herself against his back. Her hands slid around his waist, undoing the rest of his clothes until he was completely naked, his ass exposed to the cool air of the library. Lena’s fingers trailed down his spine, her nails lightly scratching his skin as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.

"You’re going to take everything I give you," she whispered, her voice a mix of promise and threat. "And you’re going to love it." Mattias nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps as she stepped back. He heard the sound of her skirt hitting the floor, followed by the rustle of fabric as she stripped off her panties. Her hands gripped his hips, pulling him back until he could feel the heat of her pussy against his ass. "Do you want me, Mattias?" she asked, her voice teasing as she rubbed herself against him. "Do you want to feel me inside you?"

"Yes," he moaned, his cock hard and aching as he pushed back against her. "Please, Lena... I need it." She chuckled, her breath hot against his neck as she reached between them, her fingers slick with her own arousal. "Good," she purred, her fingers pressing against his tight entrance. "Because I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget it."

Mattias gasped as she pushed a finger inside him, the sensation both foreign and electrifying. She worked him open slowly, her fingers twisting and stretching him until he was moaning with need. "More," he begged, his voice desperate as he pushed back against her hand. "Please, Lena..." She added a second finger, then a third, her movements deliberate and unhurried. "You’re so fucking tight," she murmured, her lips brushing against his shoulder. "But you’ll take me, won’t you? You’ll take every inch of my cock?"

"Yes," he gasped, his body trembling with anticipation. "Fuck me, Lena... please..." She pulled her fingers out, her hands gripping his hips as she positioned herself behind him. "Brace yourself," she whispered, her voice low and commanding. He gripped the bookshelf in front of him, his knuckles white as he felt the head of her strap-on press against his entrance. Lena pushed forward slowly, her cock stretching him open as she sank deeper into him.

"Fuck!" Mattias cried out, the pain and pleasure mingling into one overwhelming sensation. She paused, giving him time to adjust, her hands soothing his trembling body. "You’re doing so well," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "Take it all, baby." She began to move, her hips thrusting into him with slow, deliberate strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the stacks, mingling with their moans and the faint rustle of pages. Lena’s hands gripped his hips tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she fucked him harder, faster, her cock hitting that spot inside him that made him see stars.

"Fuck, Lena," he moaned, his voice breaking as he pushed back against her, meeting her thrusts with his own. "It’s so good... don’t stop..." "I’m not stopping," she growled, her breath hot against his neck as she increased her pace. "Not until you’re screaming my name." Mattias felt the tension building in his groin, his cock hard and leaking as she pounded into him. He reached down, stroking himself in time with her thrusts, his body trembling on the edge of release. "I’m close," he gasped, his voice desperate. "Fuck, Lena... I’m gonna—" "Come for me," she commanded, her voice a low growl in his ear. "Let go, Mattias."

With a cry, he came, his release spilling over his hand as she fucked him through his orgasm. Lena’s thrusts slowed, her body pressed tightly against his as she whispered words of praise in his ear. "Good boy," she murmured, her lips brushing against his shoulder. "You took me so well." She pulled out slowly, her hands soothing his trembling body as she helped him stand. Mattias turned to face her, his heart still racing as he looked into her eyes. She smiled, her lips swollen and smeared with lipstick, her hair tousled from their passion. "How do you feel?" she asked, her voice soft and teasing.

"Amazing," he replied, his voice hoarse as he pulled her into a kiss. "Thank you, Lena." She chuckled, her hands resting on his chest as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Thi

is just the beginning," she whispered, her voice a promise of more to come. Reaching back into her purse, she retrieved a small, ornate mirror. "Hold this." She pressed the mirror into Mattias's trembling hand, the cool glass a stark contrast to his flushed skin.

Lena then produced a small, sable brush and a pot of shimmering gold eyeshadow. "I think you need a little... enhancement," she purred, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. She dipped the brush into the gold pigment and, tilting her head slightly, began to apply the eyeshadow to her eyelids, starting at the inner corners and blending outwards. The gold shimmer caught the dim light, making her eyes sparkle like molten honey. "Watch closely," she instructed, her voice low and seductive. "This is how you create a truly mesmerizing look."

She layered the gold eyeshadow, building the intensity until her eyelids gleamed with a rich, metallic sheen. Satisfied with the base, Lena then reached for a small palette of jewel-toned eyeshadows. Selecting a deep emerald green, she used a smaller brush to apply the color to her outer corners, creating a smoky, dramatic effect. "Contrast is key," she explained, blending the emerald green seamlessly into the gold, creating a gradient of color that enhanced the shape and depth of her eyes. Next, she selected a shimmering sapphire blue eyeshadow and applied it to her lower lash line, adding a pop of color that made her eyes appear even brighter.

"Don't be afraid to experiment with color," she encouraged, her eyes locking with Mattias's in the mirror. "Makeup is all about self-expression." Lena then reached for a thin eyeliner brush and a pot of black gel eyeliner. Dipping the brush into the gel, she carefully lined her upper lash line, creating a precise, winged effect that accentuated the shape of her eyes. "A sharp wing is essential for a classic pin-up look," she explained, her hand steady as she flicked the eyeliner outwards, creating a dramatic, cat-eye shape.

She then applied a thin line of black eyeliner to her lower lash line, connecting it to the wing on her upper lid, creating a sultry, smoky effect. Next, she reached for a tube of black mascara and began to coat her eyelashes, starting at the base and wiggling the wand upwards to create volume and length. "Don't be afraid to layer on the mascara," she advised, applying several coats to her upper and lower lashes until they were thick, dark, and dramatic. Finally, Lena reached for a small pot of glitter and, using her fingertip, gently dabbed it onto her eyelids, adding a touch of sparkle and glamour to her already mesmerizing look.

She stepped back, admiring her reflection in the mirror, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "There," she purred, turning to Mattias, her eyes locking with his. "Now, isn't that much better?" The question hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation, as she handed him the mirror, forcing him to confront his own reflection, his lips still smeared with crimson lipstick, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire.

Mattias stared at his reflection, his heart pounding in his chest. The crimson lipstick smudged across his lips looked both foreign and familiar, a stark reminder of the desires he had tried so hard to suppress. He felt a surge of shame, but also a flicker of excitement, a forbidden thrill that sent a shiver down his spine. I look..." he stammered, his voice trembling.

"Beautiful," Lena finished for him, her voice low and sultry. She stepped closer, her hands resting on his shoulders as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You look beautiful, Mattias," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "And I’m not done with you yet."

She reached into her purse again, this time pulling out a small bottle of perfume. The scent of roses and spice filled the air as she sprayed it onto her neck, her wrists, and her cleavage. "Do you like it?" she asked, her eyes locking with his as she sprayed the perfume once more, this time directly onto his chest. The scent was overwhelming, intoxicating, and Mattias felt his cock twitch in response.

"Fuck, Lena," he moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as the scent of her perfume filled his nostrils. "I can’t—" "You can," she interrupted, her hands sliding down his chest, her fingers trailing over his abs until they reached the waistband of his jeans. "And you will." She undid his belt with practiced ease, her fingers brushing against his growing erection as she pulled his jeans and boxers down.

Mattias gasped, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. Lena's eyes gleamed with desire as she knelt before him, her red lips parting as she took him into her mouth. "Fuck," he moaned, his hands gripping the bookshelf behind him for support. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she sucked him deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of her mouth, the slickness of her tongue, the way her lipstick smudged slightly with each movement.

He could feel the tension building in his groin, his balls tightening as she sucked him harder, faster. "Lena," he gasped, his hips thrusting into her mouth as he lost control. "I’m gonna—" She pulled back just as he was about to come, her lips swollen and smeared with his pre-cum. "Not yet," she whispered, standing up and pushing him against the bookshelf. She reached into her purse, pulling out a tube of lipstick and a small bottle of perfume. "I’m not done with you yet."

"Amazing," he replied, his voice hoarse as he pulled her into a kiss. "Thank you, Lena." She chuckled, her hands resting on his chest as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.