Obsession Read online Ann Mayburn (Cordova Empire #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Cordova Empire Series by Ann Mayburn
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
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“Hands behind your back, Ms. Barnes. You obviously have no self-control.”

Around Leo, I absolutely didn’t, and I allowed him to position my arms behind my back so my hands were holding the opposite elbow. It wasn’t a super comfortable position, but I liked how it held me in place, made me even more helpless for my Daddy. He produced a length of soft black rope, which he wound around me while I was still completely dressed in the cute floral romper. It made the rope play all the more obscene as he crisscrossed the black cloth over my chest, then began to lightly bind my breasts. It wasn’t tight, there was no pain, but it did give me the sensation of being held somehow.

Embraced.

While I reveled in the feeling of being tied up, Leo retrieved the strange object from his desk and sat it on the floor before me. As I examined it, that sense of familiarity came again, and when he plugged in the controls, then plugged the object into the wall, it clicked.

Holy shit, that was a Sybian—basically a high-end sex toy that I could never afford, but had seen in pornos and coveted. A woman straddled it like she was riding a horse, with the soft silicone parts pressed up against her sex. When the device turned on, those parts vibrated like a Formula One race car engine and they gave pretty much every woman that I’d ever seen a series of epic orgasms.

A full-body shiver went through me as Leo pulled my hair to the side, licking my neck before giving my earlobe a gentle bite. “Do you know what that is?”

“Oh yeah.”

He fisted his hand in my hair and tugged hard enough to sting. “Is that how you talk to your professor?”

“No, Sir,” I gasped, my clit pulsing in anticipation.

With his hand still clenched in my hair, he guided me over to the Sybian. “What is this?”

“A Sybian, Sir.”

“What does it do?”

“Hopefully blow my mind?”

My hips thrust into the air as pain radiated from my scalp when his harsh grip tightened to truly uncomfortable levels. “Impertinent girl. It’s time for your test. If you score higher than a B, the grade you need in order to keep your scholarship, you get to orgasm.”

“What if I get lower than a B?”

“You get to find out just how painful orgasm denial can be. I’m not a nice man, Ms. Barnes, and I don’t appreciate you wasting my time by not applying yourself. Now sit down and get comfortable.”

With a squirm to my hips, I did as he said, the thin fabric of my romper and tiny scrap of panties I wore making it feel like I was bare against the device.

He strode over to his desk then turned on his computer, his gaze focused on the screen, not me. I didn’t like that, didn’t like that his attention was diverted, and some of my arousal died, replaced by unease. Even though I knew it was nonsense, the insecure part of me wondered if I’d displeased his somehow, if he’d be cold and cruel to me. When he glanced briefly over at me, I stared at him, hoping the adoring man I knew would return, but he only smiled cruelly, worrying me further.

“Question One: Give me examples of maladaptive behavior.”

His expression was stony, bored even, but nothing could hide the dark lust in his eyes. I was distracted by him, drawn into his powerful presence like a moth to a flame, and I flexed against my bondage, the need returning. Then he turned the Sybian on and I nearly fell off of it.

“Ms. Barnes,” he snapped. “I asked you a question.”

“Depression,” I blurted out, “alcohol and drugs.”

“Very good.”

His praise felt almost as nice as the machine vibrating against my clit and pussy, the tingles of an impending orgasm already building inside of me. “Thank you, professor.”

The flare of his nostrils and clenching of his teeth let me know how much he liked this little game and I tilted my hips forward, only to whine in disappointment when he turned it down to barely a hum.

“Next question: Why are people who commit crimes considered free from psychological disorders?”

I struggled to recall what my study group and I had discussed about this subject, but the power of the machine was creeping up again, rendering me dumb.

“Ms Barnes, I’m waiting.”

I panted, wanting to grind myself into the vibrator but knowing Leo wouldn’t like me making myself come without his permission. “Because criminals know what they’re doing is wrong, are fully aware they’re breaking the law, they have no delusions about right and wrong. They know they’re criminals.”

I slumped and groaned, my head rolling back as the vibrations increased even more, to the point where I was jerking with each powerful pulse.

“Good girl, so smart,” he said in a low, dark voice, and I hovered on the edge of orgasm. “Come for me.”


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