WARNINGS: gagging, public sex, very mild Dom/sub, semi-rough sex, hurt/comfort.

NOTES: Sorry for the wait on this chapter, and for it being so short! Finally got it brushed up and ready to be unveiled. On the upside, it's almost pure smut so I hope it satisfies. Also, to the people who read my other fic, I am trying to work on it lately, I promise! Ugh, I'm so lazy ;-;

Jessex


-CHAPTER THREE

It had been a few weeks since their first time in the bedroom. Since then, the couple barely had the time to repeat their actions. Either there was too much work to be done, or Ruby and Weiss were present, sometimes even a mix of the two. Still, this couldn't stop Yang from thinking of new ways to try and sate herself and her lover. Her time in the library wasn't always for homework, but sometimes for... observing. Scouting. She had been inside many times before, particularly focusing on one of the quieter, more secluded areas between two bookshelves of the less enthralling genres.

That was where she'd go through with her plan, if she could only get Blake there...

It had been a long night for the Faunus. Page after page of data on the White Fang was flashing down her screen, quick eyes scanning for anything remotely relevant, anything she could use to track them. No success, and her frustration was only mounting. Something would have to change, and soon.

Which is when the tiny red dot appeared on her screen. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she peered over her shoulder to see if she might spot the source of this disturbance. No such luck. Determined to ignore the distraction for the time being, she turned back to the screen and read around the blip. Sure enough, the red dot reappeared on screen, moving obnoxiously from side to side to catch her attention, in all manner of directions. They knew this kind of distraction would be Blake's downfall. It was the perfect plan.

It was no use. Blake weighed her options; she could either give in and let a certain someone have the satisfaction of winning, or she could attempt to resist... and wind up giving in anyway. 'No,' she thought. 'No, I need to finish my research or we'll never find out where they're holding all that hijacked Dust.'

She bent to stare at the screen again. The dot was only growing more frantic in movement, now darting all over the words as much as it could, to make it impossible to read. It seemed whoever wanted her attention was desperate.

A quiet chuckle escaped the blonde's mouth at her antics. She couldn't quite believe she was doing this again.

Slamming her fists into either side of the screen, Blake stood, attracting the stares of the other Beacon students scattered around the library tables. The dot began to dance along the floor, tempting her away. Muttering to herself about "time-wasters" and "irresponsible blondes", she stalked after the dot, cat ears listening for the slightest movement among the shelves. Sure enough, footsteps lead the Faunus through the maze of bookshelves of the library. Her captor didn't want to be seen up until they got to the spot she intended.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over Yang from overhead. It got rapidly larger until it was person-sized. Blake-sized. This went unnoticed, until Yang ended up where she wanted to be, in the quiet area of the library. Although upon glancing back to where she thought she saw Blake, she was puzzled.

"Where is she?" she muttered quietly.

A lithe cat-Faunus body collided with the blonde, arms wrapping around her from behind to pin her own to her body. A sudden yip boomed through the library, though she was quick to silence herself again. She turned to face the black haired girl, whispering, "This was supposed to be the other way around!"

"Cats aren't very good at staying the prey," Blake murmured while bent over the blonde, smile wicked and dark. "Now, do you care to explain yourself?"

Yang stood upright, able to overpower the girl with ease and pin her against one of the shelves. "I was just thinking that we both could use a little..." Though before she could finish what would have been a pun, she ran her hands down over Blake's body, particularly down her sides and lower thighs. "You know."

Both of Blake's yellow eyes flew open, then narrowed. "Seriously? I'm in the middle of studying - and this is a public place!"

"Exactly," Yang was continuing to whisper, her eyes half-closed as she leaned in closer to Blake's ear. Hands continued to wander across Blake's legs, holding their bodies together. "That's why we will need to be very quiet."

"Wh... what?" Blake felt her throat closing up, her ability to speak failing her. Apparently, Yang had not been joking, as she first assumed. The fingertips drifting along her thighs were like electricity, and the hot breath on her ear was too much. Licking her lips, she tried to speak again but could only let out shaky sighs.

"I think you deserve a study break." She lifted Blake's leg up, holding it against her, pushing her into the shelf a little more. While pinned, her other hand was already by the hem of her shirt, starting to slip underneath. "I'll let you pick today's word, but it's gonna have to be something that won't give us away. No one will come down here, but we don't wanna let the cat out of the bag."

The bow perched atop Blake's head twitched involuntarily at this last comment, and Blake blushed and looked away. "I..." The hand was too distracting, she couldn't think. What had she been doing again? Why was the room spinning? "Yang, I d- I wasn't... can't this wait until we get back to the dorm?"

"Come on... I thought cats loved sneaking around," Yang whispered, beginning the butterfly kisses across Blake's cheek, her jawline, down to the top of her neck. Someone so perfect as her... how could she wait? And the thrill of possibly getting caught made it all the more sweeter. Still, she knew Blake was very new to this sort of thing.

"If you really want to, we can wait, but Ruby and Weiss might be there. So we might be waiting a long time..."

Heat was already building between Blake's legs; she felt it as surely as she felt the hand and lips that were causing it. But they were in the library! What would happen to them if one of the teachers brought them to Professor Ozpin with news of their misdeeds? Would they be expelled? Arrested for indecent exposure?

Then again... she wanted this. Her mind had gone back to their afternoon together every day since, in the odd moments between classes and training and researching the White Fang. Back to Yang's smooth skin. Back to feeling her wetness being pierced by fingertips...

"Nnhhh," she moaned involuntarily.

"So, my slender lioness. What's today's word gonna be?" The blonde leaned away, ceasing her kisses for a moment to await her response. The hand that had slipped under her shirt was now just waiting by her bra, not quite fondling her just yet. For now, it was a waiting game.

"The word... to put a hold on things..." A pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. "Is... bookmark."

A small nod was all the acknowledgment the blonde gave before continuing to press her lips against Blake's skin again. She missed the taste, this feeling. God, she even missed her scent. It didn't matter to her where they were. In fact, it was all the more thrilling; the fact that she could have Blake wherever was an exciting aspect of their trust. Her hand began to slip beneath her bra, fondling her breasts gently, soon running a thumb over her most sensitive spots to get her gasping for more.

For a fleeting instant as the hand began to work under her bra, Blake regretted everything - regretted changing her relationship with Yang to include this sort of activity, regretted conceding to such things in a place so public. The minute the thumb met her nipple, the reservations dropped back to a dull roar as her body fully awakened, and she allowed her hands to fall onto Yang's shoulders to steady herself.

What were once soft kisses upon Blake's neck began to grow in intensity. Lips were being pressed harder against Blake's skin, for longer. She managed to nuzzle the girl's scarf down a small distance, so she could begin to kiss it deeply. Her tongue flicked against her. She wanted to taste her. Her Blake. The hand upon her breast began to massage her slowly, and what was once a gentle touch was becoming a little more rough. Even the light scratching of short fingernails began upon her soft skin.

"Nnhh," Blake moaned quietly, forcing her voice to stay low despite the firm attentions to her neck and bosom. Both hands fisted into the golden locks as her thighs began to rub together of their own accord. The nails were driving her wild, out of her mind. Something about minimal pain as a counterpoint to all the pleasure...

"Ah-ah," Yang whispered, bringing her hand away again. "If you make too much noise, I'll have to find a way to keep you quiet."

A groan of frustration issued from Blake's throat. "Wh-why are you torturing me? Do me if you're going to, or stop, but d-don't... don't get me all worked up and stop like that!"

"SHH!" She quickly bought her hand out from Blake's shirt, only to cover the girl's mouth. If they were too loud they would get caught. Although it was exciting, Yang was beginning to wonder if this was too far too soon. "I won't stop, if you keep quiet. If you can't keep quiet... well, my hand's just gonna have to stay there."

"Hnh?!" Blake's eyes flew open. Stay there? She'd... keep her quiet? Somehow, that thought made her runaway excitement worse, not better. But that was depraved! Wondering what might happen once she did so, what meaning might be taken from her action, Blake drew Yang closer and nodded very slowly and deliberately.

Yang had noticed her beloved's reaction to this. For some reason, being in control of the noise she made... Why was that so exciting? To be able to control her in this way, to have that power over her... Was that normal? Seeming frozen in thought for a moment, a deep blush was upon Yang's cheeks, until she asked, "Unless you like me keeping you quiet, that is?"

All Blake could bring herself to do in response was avert her eyes. She couldn't bear having Yang look at her like that, like she was a deviant. Sick. She felt sick.

Yang's expression dropped for a moment. She wanted this, yes. But Blake was so quiet sometimes, she had no idea what she wanted. Their previous time together was easy, they could talk. They could communicate a lot better. Perhaps this was too far for the moment. Losing her nerve momentarily, she drew her head back.

"Hey, I don't want to push you into anything. Just say the word, and I'll stop, just like that. If you really really want this, you have to tell me, okay?"

Blake knew her cheeks were filling with colour. She knew her eyes were filling with tears. Most of all, she knew what that would look like to Yang. It was true: she would have to speak up for what she wanted.

"P... p-push me."

"...Huh?" The blonde blinked a couple of times. Did she mean that metaphorically, or physically? She definitely wasn't into knocking Blake to the ground for no good reason.

"Push me farther," Blake whispered, forcing every word out, shaking all over. "Farther than I'm ready, I... I like that. I need that." Her eyes finally squeezed shut. "Especially right now, I... really want you to shut me up again."

Yang looked slightly worried, but if that was what she wanted, she would oblige. Thinking of something that may help as tears sprang to Yang's own eyes she said quietly, "Face the shelves."

A prickling chill shot down into Blake's stomach, and it somehow felt good when right next to the heat in her loins. Knees feeling like gelatin, she did as she was told, her hands grasping the shelf a few inches under her chest. "Ok-okay?"

This time, Yang was fast, she was soon behind Blake, one hand wrapping around her stomach, the other reaching around to cover her mouth. Her mouth nuzzled her scarf down again, and this time, she bit into Blake's neck. Tongue eagerly lapping up the taste of her other half immediately. Sucking, biting, anything to get more Blake.

The prey tried to shout, too surprised at the immediate pain so early in this leg of their play to keep quiet, but the sound stopped dead at the warm hand on her mouth. Panic flared in her, but it was dull and smoldering, the panic of being in an unfamiliar city or taking a class too far advanced for your level. She did not feel in true danger, just afraid of the results of exploring this side of herself. All the same...

This was unfamiliar to Yang, also. Her play before this had been so normal, so vanilla. So... boring. This was an entirely new experience to her. She wanted to be dominant, to give Blake as much satisfaction as she could. And if overpowering her was doing the trick, why would she argue? She continued to suck at this spot, drawing blood closer to the skin. The hand across her stomach now started to dart lower, rubbing in between Blake's legs firmly. There was only a few layers of fabric to stop her.

"HNH!" Blake's entire body seized when the hand drifted downward. It very nearly blocked out the sensation of pain against her neck - nearly. No matter what, she could not ignore it completely, and it drove her wild even while keeping her grounded. Daring to establish her own desires this time, she spread her legs slightly further apart, feeling her stance go wobbly. She was giving up tactical advantage. On purpose. What was wrong with her?

Yang's own urges we're getting the better of her. There was something about having Blake this way that felt so primal. It filled her with desire. She couldn't help but push herself more firmly against Blake's body, her own crotch making contact with Blake's behind. The hand which was once rubbing now moved up, immediately plunging into Blake's shorts, past the waistband of her underwear. Fingers began to rub against her wetness right away, thumb making contact with that so sweet spot above her folds.

Fright shot through Blake anew now. This was more than she had been expecting; a little making out, teasing... but they were going all the way in the middle of the library. Anyone could walk around the corner at any moment and see her with Yang's hand inside her shorts, pushed up against the bookcase, thrashing in pleasure. And Yang was forcing her to do this.

So why did it set her off even more than just being alone together had? They were still alone together, still only intimate with each other, but the prospect of exposure heightened every sense, every pass over her opening was made of fire. Reflexively, she tried to back away from it but merely ground against Yang's pelvis, hearing the change in breathing from her partner. She liked this, too. She wanted this, too. Were they both depraved, or was Yang just doing what her partner wanted?

When Yang eventually broke away from her lover's neck, her breaths were becoming shaky as the blonde was trying to quiet her own heavy breathing. She wasn't even gaining any stimulation from this, not physically. But seeing her in this way bought heat to her cheeks, between her legs. She was on fire, and her semblance had nothing to do with it.

She couldn't resist. She plunged two fingers into Blake's opening, beginning in a deliciously fast pace, thumb rubbing against her clit firmly.

The scream was muffled just as effectively as before when Blake felt herself being explored, the slightly cooler digits welcomed readily by her burning body. Not only that, but she set to moving in and out rapidly without any intermediate period of adjustment - and it was so good, it drove her wild. The relentless thumb wouldn't even let her enjoy it fully, but she knew in the hours afterward her mind would run over these events again and again. They would be forever seared into her memory.

One of her hands dropped lightly to rest on one half of Ember Celica. She wanted to do more, she wanted to return the favour, but she was too busy not hating herself for wanting this so much. That would have to do.

"My Blake... Mine..." Yang whispered, trying her best not to moan out between her breaths. She was able to sense Blake was enjoying this role of hers. In fact, they both were. The fingers began to curl around, using her own experience with herself to try and find that perfect spot to hit inside. Over and over again, in and out so deliciously fast. How long could the Faunus last? Or, how long could the blonde last without having to sate her own urges?

The answer: not long.

The moment her spot was assaulted by the possessive blonde, that sensation and the litany of "mine" against her ear became too much. Legs barely still able to support herself, her climax wrapped itself around the hand inside her over and over again, inner muscles doing as much to stimulate her pleasure centers now as Yang was.

Her breathing still ragged, tears streaming from her eyes, she slowly sagged against the shelves in front of her, desperately hoping Yang was about to catch her because if not, she would be on the floor momentarily.

"Whoa!" the blonde couldn't help but squeak out, quickly pulling her hand away from her mouth and out from inside her to hold her up. Although seeing the tears falling from her eyes began to bring tears to her own. Had she pushed her too far? Had she been trying to say their safety word and she hadn't even realised? These thoughts clouding her mind were too much. She wrapped her arms around her other half, holding her close into a tender hug.

The desperate cling Blake returned was not simply to stay upright. She needed Yang, she needed her present and sharing this tenderness after the somewhat ominous dynamic they had been playing with a moment ago.

"Am I okay?" she whispered weakly into Yang's ear. "Am I okay, am I okay?"

"I should be asking you that! Oh, Blake..." A few tears fell from her eyes as she hugged her partner closely, kissing her cheek tenderly. This time, rather then sensual touches, they were those of compassion. She needed Blake close to her, she needed to know if she was okay. "Seriously, I didn't mean to push you too far. I don't want to hurt you. I... I can't hurt you."

"No, that's just it," Blake babbled. "It was so good, I needed it. I'm just..." She hesitated. If it were anyone but Yang, she would never have found the strength to finish her thought. "I'm worried about what you'll think of me for liking this kind of thing. Damn it, I'm worried about what liking this means! About me, what kind of person I am." She swallowed hard. "Maybe... Faunus really are animals. No human would enjoy being... being domesticated the way I do."

Yang took a long moment to think about this. Blake enjoyed being pushed in this way, and Yang enjoyed the pushing. If Blake was worried about what people would think of her for enjoying such acts, what would they think of Yang for giving in to such demands? For reveling in it? Then again, who would know? It wasn't as if the two were open about their activities behind closed doors. In fact, no one even knew they were together. If they both enjoyed this so much, why was it a problem?

Yang hugged her closely, running her hands into her hair. "You're no animal. You're Blake. My girlfriend, my amazing, ass-kicking girlfriend. It doesn't matter what kinds of things you like, because that's what makes you special. That's what makes you... you."

Those words were like a soothing balm that dripped down Blake's back, and she sighed shakily into Yang's shoulder, feeling the dismay recede slightly to give her a more whole and satisfying sense of release. "Thank you," she whispered as she left a light kiss on her partner's neck. "And what makes you you is how you can do that so easily. Sweep all the worry away."

"Just promise me something?" Yang asked, having to break their embrace to look Blake in the eyes. "Promise me that you'll never let this get too far. That you'll use that word when you need to, okay?"

That was a difficult thing for her to think through. Would she? Could she, no matter what? She wanted to promise it without thinking... but then again, if someone had asked her "Would you enjoy being silenced while someone stimulates you?" a few weeks ago, she would have sworn she would not. Ever. And would have severed the hands that had tried to accomplish it. So how could she promise anything?

"I... I'll try," she breathed. That was safer. That wouldn't make her look like a liar in the near future.

"Good." Without a moment's hesitation, Yang smiled and stretched up to kiss her girlfriend on the forehead. Perhaps the two would need more time experimenting in the bedroom before venturing into public.

As they checked to see if the coast was clear before emerging from the stacks, trying to slow their breathing, Blake silently worried to herself about Yang's question. Yes, she hadn't fibbed. She hadn't made a promise without knowing she could keep it. Starting a relationship with that seemed like a very poor idea indeed.

But what would she do if her hunger to be controlled ended up hurting them both?

To Be Continued