Page 170 of Their Naughty Student
“It was … exactly as I’d expected,” she said.
I noticed a soft rasp to her voice, and I suspected that if I slid my hand between her legs, I’d find her wet and ready.She was certainly turned on by what she’d witnessed.
“So, that’s the rigid structure you thought you’d get with BDSM?”
She met my gaze, held it.“Yes.”
“And you believe you’re suited to that sort of discipline?”Edge questioned, standing between her and the observation window.
“Not yet, no.But I guess I could be.”
“But is it what you want?”Edge motioned behind him.“Miss Hughes walked into that room with only one goal in mind.Pleasing her Masters in any way that suited them.”
“That’s what I want,” she stated, her questioning gaze bouncing between the two of us.
“You don’t sound quite so sure of yourself,” I noted.“So, you want to be kept at home, cleaning, cooking, ensuring the house is in perfect condition for when we come home?”
I knew how it sounded as soon as the words were out.The thought of having a home with this woman had a strange warmth radiating in my chest.However, the idea of her flitting around, catering to my every whim, didn’t sit well with me.I wasn’t that Dominant, didn’t want to be.
“No,” she said quickly, confusion wrinkling her forehead.“I want to work.”
“Okay.”I pretended to consider that.“So, after a long, hard day, you’re going to come home, cook, clean,thencater to our every whim?”
She shook her head, and I could see tears glistening in her eyes.
Edge cupped her face, turned her attention to him.“That’s not what we want from you, sweetness.”
I stared at him, confused.For the past few weeks, Edge had been setting himself up to be that exact Dominant, only I knew he was stuck in this perfect role he’d outlined along the way.He thought he had to stick to this plan in order to be happy.
“That’s why it’s important for you to understand this isn’t fiction,” Edge continued.“I’ve never wanted a slave.I don’t want you kneeling on the floor when I walk in the door.I don’t expect you to walk into a room and assume a position.”He leaned in close.“I want you and Cav having dinner when I’m running late, not waiting for me.”
I swallowed hard.I wouldn’t admit it aloud, but I’d needed that inclusion.
“The scene is ready,” I told them when I noticed Nash motioning from inside the room.
The next ten minutes played out exactly as I’d envisioned living in this relationship.In the room, the submissive, Raine Frazier, curled up on one end of the sofa while Chaos sat in the chair, pretending to flip through channels on the television.Nash stuck his head in the room to announce he was almost finished with the dishes and asked whether anyone wanted dessert.
Miss Frazier’s eyes swung over to Chaos and glittered with hope.Chaos offered a quick nod to Nash, and the man seemed to know exactly what was on the menu.
After another minute, Nash returned with a giant vibrator known as a magic wand or Thunderstick.There were no positions, no inspections, but there was an awful lot of teasing until finally, Nash and Chaos were sitting on opposite ends of the sofa with Miss Frazier laid out across them.They spent their time pretending to be watching television while teasing her relentlessly with the vibrator and their hands.It ended with Miss Frazier succumbing to a violent orgasm with the vibrator on her clit.They followed up by announcing they were relocating to the bedroom.
While the scene played out in the same amount of time as the first one, there was a significant difference in the underlying tone.
When I turned to Jamie, I noticed she was smiling.I also noticed that her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of her shirt.Clearly, she was turned on, but visibly more at ease.
“Let’s discuss in the classroom,” Edge instructed before leading the way back.
I closed the door, giving us some privacy while Edge walked over to the whiteboard—which was actually an observation window—and pulled down a projector screen to block the view from the outside.
“Miss Lautner,” I prompted when I moved to the front of the room, “can you please describe to me what you envision a Dominant to be?”
She watched me warily, her hands clasped firmly on the top of the desk.“I think it depends on the Dominant,” she said softly.
“So, you’re saying your earlier answer was incorrect.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What do you expect from your Dominant?”
