Page 101 of Bridesmaid By Chance
She slides her crop over Sloane’s neck and says, “I knew you were just like me.” Then she slaps the crop against the window and says, “Subs, on your knees.”
Sloane points to the floor between us. “That would be you, Husband.”
“Clearly we’re in the wrong class.” I clear my throat. “Madame Lori.”
She whips around to look at me, the devil in her eyes. Christ, I don’t know if I would want to be caught in a bedroom with this woman. She terrifies me.
“Yes?”
“Uh, I think we might be in the wrong classroom.”
“This is the only classroom in this building. This is Etiquette 101.”
“Yes, that’s what we signed up for.”
“Then on your knees, sub,” she says, pushing at my shoulder and forcing me down to the ground.
When she walks away, Sloane covers her mouth and laughs. With Madame Lori’s back to us, I quickly take out my phone and search my email for the confirmation of this class. That’s when I read the name of the school under Madame Lori’s name.
Madame Lori: a school of etiquette for the kinks.
“Jesus Christ,” I say. “I booked the wrong school.”
“Really?” Sloane says as she slides her leg over my shoulder. “I don’t know, this feels like it might be the right school.”
“We’re getting out of here, Sloane.”
“Did I just hear you correctly?” Madame Lori says. “Are you trying to dominate your Dom?”
“No, there’s just been some?—”
Madame Lori pushes me forward, bending me at the hips just enough for her to slap her riding crop across my ass.
“Motherfucker,” I yell, causing Sloane to snort and cover her mouth again.
“You listen to your Dom.” Madame Lori releases me. “Good thing you brought him to this class, Sloane; it seems as though he needs the training.”
“Could not agree more,” Sloane says.
“Now, submit.” Madame Lori waits for me to move.
“I… What?”
Squatting down, Madame Lori gets right in my face and says, “Bow your head to your Dom and submit to her.”
Not wanting to get whipped in the ass again, I look up at Sloane, who can’t keep it together, and I slowly lower my head, bowing to her.
Her hand finds my hair as she says, “Such a good boy.”
“That’s it,” Madame Lori says as I feel like the biggest asshole in the world, bowing to my goddamn assistant while her leg is draped over my shoulder. “Tell me, Sloane, does he listen to you in bed?”
“It’s why we’re here,” Sloane says. “He has yet to make me come.”
I’m going to kill her.
“Well.” Madame Lori stands. “We’re going to change that. Don’t worry. We will give him all the tools he needs to give you everything you deserve.”
“Thank you,” Sloane says.
