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standing at the counter, checking out a book from Margery.  Lisa froze, and he smiled the same half smile at her.  He was in a black suit with a red shirt, his dark hair pushed to the left.  He pointed at a gold watch, and then showed her five fingers.
    “Five minutes?” Lisa whispered. 
    He nodded.  He accepted the book Margery passed him, and left.
    Lisa watched the clock on the wall, unable to move.  She was confused, seeing him in real life, not the book, not her dreams.  She watched the seconds slide by, wondering if he was really coming back.  When four minutes had ticked by, she found her foot tapping.  When they hit five, she sighed, disappointed, and opened the book.  She started reading about what this “Rite of Devotion” was to entail.
    “The Rite entails surrendering yourself to the will of the Demon,” the book described.  “He will come to you at a time of his choosing, and in secret, He will pleasure you.  To complete the Rite, one must accept His affections and attentions.   Once this has been completed, the Demon shall appear in His true shape, and you must bring Him the pleasures He demands.  This will create the Pact.”
    Lisa shook her head a little.  She thought she must have imagined him earlier.  This book was ridiculous.
    That was when she felt the breath on the back of her neck.  She turned quickly.  No one was there.  No one could be there.  There was no door in the back of the Librarian’s office.  She was alone, but someone had just exhaled behind her.
    Sit down , echoed a voice in her head.  It was the Master’s voice, the man from the dream last night.  She looked around.  She was alone.  She sat down.  Forward in the chair , came the next instruction.  Lisa scooted forward on the black office chair, the fake leather squeaking slightly.
    Lisa felt someone sit in the chair behind her.  She didn’t try to look now.  She knew there was nothing to see.  Then she felt strong hands on her upper arms, kneading them.  The breath was back on her neck, but now the voice, low and stern, was audible.  “I’m going to make you cum, right here, in this office chair.”
    “Let me lock the door,” Lisa pleaded quietly to the empty room.  It was open to the whole library.  Her colleagues, or any library patron could enter at any moment.  The door wasn’t even closed.  Margery was twenty feet away, on a stool, playing solitaire with her back to Lisa, waiting for someone to come check out a book.
    “No,” the Master growled gently in her ear.  “I will make you cum here at this desk, or I will leave you.”
    Lisa glanced at the book, at the picture of the man she imagined behind her.  She knew she should tell him no.  Whatever this Rite was, she needed to stop this now.  She was crazy, or she was in trouble.  She moaned a little.  “Please.”
    “Please what?” came the answer.
    “Please… please make me cum, right here.”
    She felt, more than heard, the chuckle.  One arm wrapped around the front of her, grabbing her far shoulder, and pulling her back.  She was leaning against him know, and she could feel him.  Her back was against the strong chest of the Master.  She closed her eyes, and felt his lips along her jaw, kissing her, slowly moving towards her mouth.  His other hand began to slide across her stomach, under the bottom of the blouse.  His lips found hers, with her head pulled back as far as it would go, and he kissed her savagely.  For a second, she wondered how it would look if someone had come in to the office.  Would they see him?  Would they see her awkwardly leaning in her chair, kissing the empty air?
    The hand around her stomach grabbed her, and pulled her farther back onto the chair.  .  Her back was arched, and her legs were spread as far as the chair’s arms would allow.  “Show me how you would touch yourself,” the Master ordered.
    Lisa’s face burned, but after a moment, she found herself undoing the clasp on