Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Tilting my hips forward, I pressed my clit fully to the wonderfully pulsating device between my legs, the rope biting into my shoulders as I arched, the orgasm rocking through me. As I panted, the vibrations mellowed, but even that was too much and I tried to stand—only to find Leo’s big hands on my shoulders, pressing me back down, forcing me to take more. I made little pleading noises, but didn’t fight him as he ran his fingers soothingly through my hair, letting my face rest against his thigh.
When I’d recovered enough to sit on my own, he returned to his desk as I shifted uncomfortably, my arousal soaking my underwear until it felt like it wasn’t even there. My poor clit was beyond sensitive, but I still craved more, craved Leo’s approval and soft touch. Resting my head against him while I coasted down from my climax had been one of the best moments of my life, and I was eager for more, to bask in the sometimes painful light of his attentions.
“Now: What is the main factor that decides if a behavior is socially acceptable or not?”
The hum started again and I sat back, which only ended up pressing my anus against the vibrator, sending entirely new sensations through me that had me squeaking out a startled, “Oh!”
“Is something wrong, Ms. Barnes?”
“No—no professor.” My words came out in a moan, but I was proud I managed to speak at all. “It’s umm, people have their own beliefs and…and…oh God.”
My whole body was one big ball of need as I spread my legs wider, then cried out in dismay when the vibrations stopped.
“Wrong.” The harsh tone of his voice brought my attention to him and his disappointed frown devastated me.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Don’t think your tears and big sad eyes will gain you any sympathy. They make me hard, Ms. Barnes, my dick is like granite, and it pisses me off that I’m not inside of you. Makes me want to punish you.”
I bit my tongue as a tear rolled down my face. “Yes, Sir.”
“What are the signs of Ghost Sickness?”
Wanting to please him so badly, I composed myself enough to answer in a watery voice, “Because of a suppression of anger, people become panicked and depressed.”
“And what do you think, Hannah. Is this true?”
“I think it’s mostly true. You can’t paint everyone with the same brush, people’s minds are so different and they react to things differently, but I’d say in general, hoarding your anger does have a negative impact on both your psychological and physical health.” Thoughts of how often I’d repressed my own anger came to mind. “You know how they say you can be worried sick? Well, I know you can also be angry sick, like so mad your stomach cramps but you can’t let it out, have to swallow it down like bitter poison. Know what I mean?”
He’d stood from the desk while I was talking, making his way over to the now silent Sybian before lifting me off of it and carrying me over to the couch. “No, I don’t know what you mean. If I’m angry, I don’t bother to hide it.”
With my arms still bound, he had me straddle his lap, his thick and rock-hard cock replacing the Sybian—warm flesh instead of plastic. He felt infinitely better than the toy and I rubbed against him as much as I could, relying on his hands spanning my back to keep me steady. I swear his cock pulsed against me and I wished my hands were free so I could touch his face, trace his lips and rub my fingertips over the thick fringe of his eyelashes beneath his heavy brow.
“I don’t like people being mad at me.”
“That’s the difference between you and me, I don’t give a fuck. I’m a selfish bastard, while you have a heart so big, it could love the whole world. But you need to protect your heart, keep it safe for me, and that means even if someone gets mad at you, I want you to stand up for yourself.”
The rope around my arms loosened and I let out a hiss as I shook my wrists out, pins and needles filling me. “I do stand up for myself.”
The look he gave me clearly said he was calling me on my bullshit and I frowned. “What? I do.”
Running his hands through his hair, Leo glared at me and I glared right back. “Your roommate, Kayla…how often do you do things for her, like getting her dry cleaning and watching her aunt’s dog?”
Even though I knew it was totally wrong, I automatically defended Kayla without thought, just like I always did. “It’s not that bad, I mean, I obviously like dogs.”
I didn’t, however, like to clean up after dogs that were over five years old and still pissed and shit everywhere.