Hard Lessons (Stepbrother Professor Stand-Alone BDSM Romance) Read Online Free Page B

and couldn’t remember right away what book it had been from. In those situations, she went through the books she had read recently in her head until one clicked, and she decided to do the same kind of review now with the events of the evening.
    Was it how Mitch had cooked in the kitchen? Jessica thought about this, seeing flashes of her brother’s ass as he bent into the refrigerator; the taste of the sandwich; writing out the equation. No. Not there. Then she skipped ahead to walking down the hallway and—
    She realized what it was. Mitch had stopped in his bedroom to collect the rope. Jessica didn’t think anything of it at the time, because she hadn’t realized it was rope then, but now that she thought back, she realized how strange it was that her stepbrother kept rope in his bedside bureau, always within reach. Jessica shifted her hands in the rope, feeling its smooth texture.
    It was too smooth. This wasn’t the type of rope that you’d use for yard work or construction. Jessica gasped. This was
sex
rope.
    Jessica got wet all over again. Her thoughts were racing now.
    Her stepbrother liked to tie people up in his bedroom. He liked to fuck girls when they were tied up. He tied up Jessica. Jessica had already proven that she turned him on, although Mitch didn’t know that. Did that mean…?
    She instinctively tried to touch herself with the onslaught of tense thoughts, and the ropes tugged at her wrists. Then she remembered her situation.
    Just then, she heard Mitch’s footsteps coming down the hall. Jessica looked down at her lap, worried that she might have soaked through her jeans she was so horny. She squirmed a little, trying to readjust, but the friction only made it worse. Then she felt a jolt of panic, realizing she hadn’t memorized anything. She had barely found the equation on the page when Mitch entered the room and said, “Pop quiz time.”
    He stepped forward and leaned over Jessica to close the textbook. Jessica felt the muscle of Mitch’s chest rub against the side of her face, and her insides throbbed. She closed her eyes, and inhaled her stepbrother’s scent.
    Mitch spun the chair around, and Jessica looked up at him, standing—towering—before her. He looked ten feet tall.
    “So?” Mitch asked, looking into Jessica’s eyes.
    Jessica’s eyes opened a little wider, and her heart raced. She had no idea what to say. She couldn’t even remember what kind of equation she was trying to recall.
    “Come on, Jess. The formula.”
    Now she was embarrassed. “I—I don’t know. I couldn’t—I—”
    “Couldn’t what?” Mitch snapped. His voice had raised in volume, obviously frustrated.
    “I couldn’t concentrate,” Jessica spat out. Her eyes were looking at either side of the room, unable to meet Mitch’s.
    “Couldn’t concentrate?” Mitch yelled, and leaned over to place his hands on the back of the chair. His face was right in Jessica’s, and he shook the chair as he yelled, “What the fuck do you mean? What were you doing?”
    “I was distracted,” Jessica mumbled, looking away.
    “Distracted by what?”
    Jessica blushed. “Nothing,” she said.
    “It’s not nothing. There’s something you’re not telling me. What’s going on, Jessica?” He shook the chair, and Jessica met his eyes. Mitch screamed at her, as if she were being interrogated. “Tell me what’s going on!”
    “I—did something. Before the test. I—” But Jessica stopped, unable to continue. She felt her face burning with embarrassment.
    “Answer me, girl,” Mitch growled, and Jessica was worried for a split second that Mitch might hit her. Her stepbrother had never been violent before, but she had never seen Mitch this angry.
    “I was on my phone,” Jessica said quickly. “On an app on my phone. I was trading photos with a dom!”
    “So?” Mitch yelled. “What does—”
    And then he went silent. Jessica looked up at him, and saw Mitch’s face drain of color. His eyes had an absent,