Obsession (24 page)

“You’re no fun,” I grumbled.

His hot breath, lightly scented with coffee, whispered over my ear, “Oh, I’m lots of fun, baby girl, you just have to earn it.”

Mark cleared his throat. “I’m going to take Honey for a walk around the property.”

“Thanks, Mark,” Leo replied as I gave Honey love before watching her leave with the other man.

“It’s nice of you to share Honey with him like this, he needs it,” Leo commented as he made his way over to the coffee. “Want some?”

“Yes, please.” I took a seat at the kitchen table, tucking my feet beneath me as I watched Leo fix me a cup, putting just the right amount of cream and sugar in it. “What do you mean he needs it?”

Leo paused, the muscles in his forearm tensing. “It’s not my story to tell, but Mark’s wife was murdered a few years back. Happened while he was working and, as I’m sure you can imagine, he’s had a hard time dealing with it. Gave up dog training, she was a trainer as well and it brought back too many bad memories, so Honey’s the first dog he’s let into his life in a long time.”

I hugged myself, my heart hurting for the older man. “Oh my God, that’s terrible. Poor Mark.”

Making a shushing sound, Leo held my chin and tilted my face up to meet his eyes. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I was thrown for a loop by his statement, then remembered that his mother had been murdered. Part of me wanted to argue that bad things happened all the time, that he wasn’t God, but I had a feeling that wasn’t the right way to approach this. We all have mental minefields, triggers that, when tripped, unleash a host of unwelcome emotions and memories, and I didn’t want to hurt Leo, I wanted to heal him. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, I believe love can heal just about everything, and I wanted Leo to know he had that from me.

“Of course you won’t.” I kissed his cheek, then nuzzled against his neck. “I trust you.”

A timer went off, but he gave me a quick and hard kiss before going to the oven. “Hope you’re hungry. The chef made waffles and sausages this morning.”

I certainly was hungry, and we had a nice breakfast together, the time passing easily between us, and I found myself more relaxed with Leo than I’d ever been with a man. I wasn’t worrying about how to impress him, how to make myself so attractive to him he’d never leave me. No, Leo made me feel secure for the first time, and those hateful feelings of self-doubt and inadequacy simply didn’t exist when we were together. I couldn’t explain it, and didn’t want to overanalyze it like I did everything in my life; I simply wanted to enjoy the peace he brought to my world.

After breakfast, I camped out in his massive gold, red, and gray living room with its cool u-shaped suede couch and amazing pale wood table inlaid with a Native American designs done in semi-precious stones. I’d seen something similar once in a book, or online somewhere, and spent a good deal of time examining the bright and intricate surface. Onyx gleamed next to mother-of-pearl, brilliant lapis lazuli next to turquoise, the lines perfect and the faceted deep garnet flowers in the center of the design sparkling with flares of deep wine-red fire.

It was a struggle to force my mind onto studying for my Abnormal Psych exam, but I managed to get a few good hours in while Leo dealt with work of his own.

When he returned, I was daydreaming, staring out the window at the big infinity pool that seemed to spill directly into the red and brown desert valley below, the clear water sparkling in the bright sunlight.

“You don’t look like you’re studying very hard,” Leo said from the doorway with a teasing scold in his voice.

Abandoning my tablet, I flopped back onto the couch then dramatically threw an arm over my eyes. “I’m studied out.”

“Did you take your practice test yet?”

I frowned. “Noooooo, but I’ll be okay. I’ve got this.”

“Hannah.” His tsking sound came from right beside me, and when I lifted my arm and turned my head, I found him sitting on the sturdy table, watching me with an amused gleam in his dark eyes. “My responsibilities as your man extend beyond the bedroom. I want you to succeed at everything you try, and I want you to have everything you’ve worked so hard to earn. I’m here to build you up, not tear you down.”

“Leo, that’s very sweet, but I’m twenty-one years old and I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I know what I’m doing.”

He must not have liked my snotty tone, because his lips firmed and his body seemed to swell somehow, grow bigger. The perverse part of me liked it when he got intimidating and authoritative like this. It made me so incredibly hot when he showed his dominance.

“Well then, you won’t mind a test, will you? And since you’re so sure that you know the material, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if we made a little game out of it.”

“Game?”

He nodded and I nervously licked my lips at the rather sinister smile now creasing his cheeks. “I may have dropped out of high school, but even I know learning is more fun when it’s a game.”

“This is true. What kind of game is it?”

He leaned in then smoothed a few stray baby hairs off my forehead. “I’d rather show you than tell you.”

Oh, he knew just how to tempt me, and if I was being honest with myself, I was all for whatever he had planned, knowing I’d soon be out of my mind and boneless with bliss.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He clucked his tongue. “That’s yes, professor. Come with me.”

“Yes, professor.”

He arched a brow when I went to reach for his hand. “Tell me, Ms. Barnes, are you in the habit of trying to hold hands with your instructors?”

I tilted my head, then smiled. “No, professor. I’m sorry.”

“Keep your hands to yourself. You’ve taken up my precious free time by being here to give you the test you missed. Do not irritate me further.”

Tingles raced through me as I let myself sink further into the fantasy that Leo was my professor. Trust me when I say none of my teachers had ever, ever looked as hot as Leo, but I let myself fall into the realm of make believe, watching his ass and wanting to grope it. The mental image of him walking slowly in front of a large class, his silky black dress slacks molding to the bubbled curve of his butt, had me practically panting with desire by the time we arrived at his office.

There, in the middle of his massive stainless steel and wood desk, sat an odd contraption that seemed vaguely familiar. It was black and looked like a really big mailbox shape covered in black leather. There was something flesh-toned and rubbery on top, a strip of latex-looking material that had hundreds of tiny nubs on it. Frowning, I went to walk closer to it, but Leo cleared his throat.

“We’ll get to that in a minute, Ms. Barnes. Sit.”

I sat, my mouth dry as I stared up at him. The soft gray leather chair I perched on was big enough to fit two people, and I wondered if Leo planned on fucking me on it. If the fire in his gaze was any indication, he was just as turned on as I was, if not more. His cock pressed against the softness of his jeans, a little sigh leaving me as I remembered the pure ecstasy of having Leo inside of me…hard…so very, very hard.

“Ms. Barnes,” Leo snapped. “If you’d pay more attention to my lecture than my dick, you’d have much better grades in my class. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you can’t keep your eyes off of me, how you stare at me with such hunger. I can’t touch your throbbing cunt without losing my job, and you your scholarship, but there is no fucking way I’m letting you leave my class without your punishment for being such a cock tease.”

The rush of arousal through me was so intense it was momentarily painful, drawing a little squeak from me.

Taboo, the teacher and the student, so dirty and hot.

Getting into it, I gasped and leaned back, putting my hand to my chest. “How dare you! I’ll report you to the dean for sexual harassment.”

He smirked. “I have video of you playing with your pussy during class. Honestly, Hannah, did you think you could sit in the shadows and I wouldn’t see up your short skirts as you spread your legs and watched me?”

I’d let him do just about anything to me at this point, he had me so turned on. “I’m here to take a test, aren’t I? Or did you just come here to yell at me because you have blue balls?”

His lips twitched, but the darkness in his gaze gave me pause. When I fought back, when I got bitchy with him, my insolence challenged him in some fundamental way he couldn’t allow. The way he slowly bit his lip, then released it in a drag of flesh had my nipples stabbing against my shirt with a painful rasp. Shit, that need was building in me again, the one that scared me with its unnatural intensity. No normal woman could keep up with Leo’s sexual demands, but I not only matched him in his sensual insatiability, I was even greedier than he was.

With this in mind, I uncrossed my legs, the wide leg of the romper almost revealing my panties. The position did expose the bite mark on my inner thigh, which was an even deeper purple and green today. Holding his gaze, I slowly ran my fingertips over the mark, the hitch in his breath filling me with a sense of power. His cock jerked against his shorts and my sex clenched in response.

“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.