The Object Of All My Desires ⚣

Is the 'Cumberbatch effect' real?

Note: I don't genuinely know anything about BDSM, and my limited research did not give me clarity on a lot of things so please take this chapter with a grain of salt. 

Vegas's question of the day: 

Is the 'Cumberbatch effect' real? 

The Cumberbatch effect as defined by urban dictionary is 'When the mind encounters a face that by all accounts should be seen as incredibly strange looking, but instead interprets it as ridiculously attractive.' 

Basically, this whole term came into being because of a British actor Benedict Cumberbatch. (But you can do your own research on that.)

Personally, for me, this concept is a load of bullsh*t. A person is either good-looking or not. There is not in between.

And there are absolutely no exceptions.

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Pete by all standards was strange. He wasn't conventionally handsome nor was he sexy. He was someone, who let alone wouldn't, shouldn't even appear on my radar. 

But between Kinn's obsession with Pete's relationship with Porsche and my curiosity somehow, he did get on my radar; and then we hooked up. 

Since then, it's been quite a feat to try to remove him from my radar. 

Mostly because since our first hook up, finding out that I was used by him, having him almost kill me, there has been an itch in me. To f*ck him. To break him. To rile him up so much that he would beg me to wreck him for life. However, with the many turns of events I was forced to place my desires at the back burner. 

But living with Pete changed something.

Correction, waking up every morning and seeing Pete with a boner, and being hyper aware that he was in the bathroom getting rid of his boner, reawakened the desire. It was obvious that he was frustrated and needed to get a release. This, for me was the golden opportunity to manipulate him into having s*x with me. 

What I never really expected was that Pete would take the bait so easily. 

But he did and here we are. 

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I pulled out a lube and condom pack from my emergency stash. 

"Of course, you would have lube and condom lying around in your stuff." Pete mocked me. 

"Hey, you can never be too careful." I teased him. 

He seemed unimpressed. 

We were both sitting on the floor of the dorm room when I moved closer to kiss him. And he stopped me. 

"No kissing." 

"Why?"

"Because it's weird."

"We have kissed before Pete." 

"Well, I did a lot of things with you before Vegas but that was because I thought you were a stranger, and we would never see each other again. Now it's just too weird." 

"Whatever." 

I parted Pete's head away from his shoulder and began sucking his neck and not even a few seconds later I felt Pete's body fall into the touch.

"Harder." Pete moaned as he grabbed my shirt to stabilize himself. 

"Take off your shirt. We don't want marks where everyone can see them. You still have a presentation to give."