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

stopped, and turned around. Jessica was rubbing her wrists, and she met her stepbrother’s eyes.
    “One more thing,” Mitch said. “No getting yourself off. You don’t get to come until you can recite the entirety of Chapter Three. And don’t even
think
of trying to fool me,” her stepbrother said, holding up a finger, “because I’ll know. And then the whole deal’s off.”
    Jessica realized Mitch was waiting for a reply, and she nodded her head. A few drops of cum fell from her forehead and landed on her lips as she did. Her stepbrother was satisfied and left the room.
    After a moment, Jessica hobbled down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She turned on the faucet and stared at her face in the mirror. There was cum everywhere on her, as if she were at the center of a circle jerk when everyone reached their climax. There were even strands of it mixed into her hair, and she splashed the water onto herself, and tried to rinse it away.
    She could still taste it on her lips as she went back to her room. Exhausted, numb to thought, she collapsed on her bed and pulled the covers over her.
    She had made her stepbrother come twice today. And from what Mitch had implied, she would be doing even more tomorrow. The thought made her squirm with desire, but she was afraid to get off. She rolled over and forced herself to fall asleep unsatisfied.
    The next thing she knew, it was morning.
    “Up,” her stepbrother bellowed. He was standing in the doorway, and Jessica sat up, squinting at the morning light. She could smell eggs cooking, and her stomach growled, urging her out of bed. She nodded, and Mitch disappeared from the doorway.
    Jessica slid her legs over the bed and rubbed her eyes. She was still wearing her clothes from the day before, and she felt grungy and dirty. The events of the night before lingered in her mind like an aftertaste, and part of her was convinced it had all been part of some dark dream. But she wasn’t awake enough to think about it. She needed a shower.
    She stumbled out of her room and went to the bathroom. She stripped off her clothes and flung them to the ground, and then stepped into the shower, waiting to step into the spray until it got warm. It was hot in a moment, and she stepped into it, letting it rinse through her hair. Then, suddenly, the water went ice cold, and Jessica let out a shriek. She scrambled to the knob, turning the heat all the way up, but it made no difference.
    There was laughter from the next room. Then a voice came from the other side of the door. “Insurance,” Mitch said, “to make sure you don’t misbehave in the shower.”
    Jessica finished her shower within three minutes, her nipples hard and body covered with goose bumps as she reached out for her towel and started to dry herself. She didn’t bother to wipe off the mirror to look at herself. Part of her was ashamed to submit to such treatment, but there was another part of her that relished the absolute control of her stepbrother. She didn’t know which side of herself she would see in the mirror.
    She walked back to her room with the towel wrapped around her body, and quickly slipped on some clothes:  a pair of white underwear, a matching bra, a breezy skirt, and a low-cut black shirt. It was too cold outside for summer clothes, but for whatever reason, she sensed she wouldn’t be leaving the house today. She dried her hair, combed it out, and made her way down the hall to the kitchen.
    Her place had been set for her: two eggs over easy, buttered toast, and a tall glass of orange juice. Her textbook had been opened and placed on the table to the side of her plate. She hadn’t noticed it missing from her desk, but then, she hadn’t looked for it. Mitch was just setting down a French press of coffee in the center of the table, and they sat down together.
    Jessica reached toward the French press, and Mitch took it before she could grab it. Then Mitch poured hot coffee into Jessica’s