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Beneath the Stacks

by @lestat913

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5 chapters

~13 min read

Jason Newlin, a towering billionaire who could have anyone, wants only Eli Hart—the 5'3" librarian with ink-stained fingers who misses nothing. But Jason doesn't want Eli to submit; he wants Eli to own him completely, to take the reins of a power exchange that flips every expectation. Eli's quiet intensity meets Jason's overwhelming need, and the stacks become the backdrop for a fast, explicit collision of opposites.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Jason Newlin

A towering 6'4" man with the build of a professional wrestler—broad shoulders, thick arms, and a chest that strains his tailored shirts. His face could make models weep with envy: sharp jaw, intense blue eyes, and dark hair swept back with effortless confidence. He moves with the quiet authority of someone who's never been denied anything, but there's a vulnerability in the way he looks at you, like he's terrified you might say no.

Elias 'Eli' Hart

A 5'3" librarian with a quiet intensity that belies his small frame—slender but upright, with pale skin and gentle hazel eyes that miss nothing. His hands are elegant, fingers stained faintly with ink from cataloging rare books, and he wears wire-rimmed glasses that give him a studious air. There's a calm, unshakeable confidence in his posture, the kind that makes people instinctively trust him—and makes Jason's heart race.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The First Command

Eli closes the office door behind them, the click of the lock echoing in the small room filled with dusty tomes and the scent of old paper. He turns to face Jason, who stands with his hands clasped be

Hands on Skin

I step closer until my knees brush against his shoulders, and I feel the heat radiating off him. 'You've given me your words,' I say, my fingers finding his jaw. 'Now give me your body.' I trace the l

Cleanup Duty

I hold my slick hand up between us, letting him see what he's given me, and his eyes go dark and hungry. 'You made a mess,' I say, and I watch his throat work as he swallows. 'Clean it up.' He hesitat

The Edge

I keep him standing, my hand wrapped around his cock, feeling every tremor as he holds himself still. 'You've been so good,' I say, and his eyes go wide with hope. 'But I want to watch you fall apart.

Aftercare and Claim

I pull Jason up from the desk, his body shaking, and I feel the slick mess between us as I turn him to face me. I wipe the tears from his cheeks with my thumbs, holding his gaze, and I say, 'You're mi