Hard Lessons (Stepbrother Professor Stand-Alone BDSM Romance)

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Authors: Lora Knightly
whispered. “Shit, shit, shit.” She pulled up her pants and opened the stall door, zipping up as she stopped to check herself in the mirror. Then she rushed out of the restroom, trying not to run as she passed the other students on the way to her desk.
    Her physics book was still open to the same page, and Jessica sat down. She flipped the pages frantically, trying to memorize the complex diagrams and formulae. She cringed, realizing how unprepared she was. If she failed this exam, her stepbrother was going to kill her.
    At 2:36, she reluctantly closed the book and slipped it into her backpack. She crossed through the stacks, shaking her head and trying not to panic, and found she was thinking more of her stepbrother’s reaction than reviewing the contents of the textbook.
    She had to rush to get down the stairs, through the lobby, and across the block to get to the building that held her class. It was on the first floor, thankfully, which meant she didn’t have to wait for any long elevators, and she barely stopped as she entered, holding up her security card for the guard to see, and ran down the hall.
    The door to the lecture hall was propped open. Jessica froze for a moment outside of it, thinking it might be easier to just ditch the class and come up with some sort of excuse later. But as she was considering this, from inside the room her stepbrother caught her eyes, and Jessica had no choice but to come forward.
    Everyone was already in their seats with a test packet in front of them. It was dead quiet, and their heads were bent in concentration, scribbling away answers. Jessica recoiled internally and took reluctant steps forward to take a copy of the test from the pile of fresh copies on the podium. Standing behind the podium was her stepbrother, his expression angry.
    “It’s about time,” he whispered.
    Her stepbrother, Mitch, was an intimidating man even when he wasn’t angry. He stood 6’2” and weighed 240 pounds of solid muscle. His dad and her mom had married back when Jessica was a kid. Mitch was just graduating high school then, and she only lived with him for a year before he moved out. Then, when she was in high school, her mother and his father were indicted for massive tax fraud and left the country. She got an occasional postcard, but hadn’t heard from them since. Mitch became her legal guardian, and she moved in with him.
     Mitch was a good caretaker, if a bit stern, but Jessica could never really respect his authority. He wasn’t her dad, not even her real older brother, so who was he to tell Jessica how to live her life?
    Mitch’s green eyes burned as he looked at Jessica. It was like standing in front of a snarling tiger, and Jessica dropped her eyes, ashamed to meet her stepbrother’s gaze. She glanced down at his shoes—
    His brown dress shoes. With pressed khakis. And a faint but definite stain of cum at their cuff.
    “To your seat,” Mitch growled, and Jessica turned away, blushing. She went up the stairs of the room—the seats in the lecture hall were raised in rows like a small auditorium—and slid into a chair in the empty back row. The chairs had been equipped with trays that swiveled out from the armrests, and Jessica slid it out to use as a desk. She set her exam upon it and looked up at her stepbrother.
    Mitch, she thought in amazement. I got off
Mitch
.
    Her stepbrother turned to her, and Jessica’s eyes dropped to her paper. She pulled out a pen and wrote in her name, but the tip of her pen paused under the first question. She needed a moment to think first.
    She had no idea her stepbrother was a dom. Of course, she reasoned, having a profile doesn’t necessarily make you a dom; he could just be curious like her. But it was more than she ever suspected.
    And then the memory of the thick cock in the photo back to her, and she could picture Mitch on the other side of the chat, moaning, looking at Jessica’s naked photos. Coming all over, imagining being with her. It

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