Page 13 of Their Naughty Student
“Well, sugar, I have to admit, I’m curious to see how things play out for you tonight.”
“No,” I stated firmly.“No, you’re not.”
The silent conversation ensued:
Me:And do not call her sugar.That’s your pet name for club submissives.She is not on the menu.
Cav:Whatever.
Jamie chuckled.“I take it the two of you aren’t into sharing.”
My eyes shot to Jamie’s face.Sharing?What the hell was she talking about?When had we gotten on this topic?
Mmm.She’d look damn good pinned between you and Cav.You know it.
She smiled, a mixture of seduction and sweetness rolled into one.“I just figured…”
I wanted to tell her that wasn’t going to happen.None of this was going to happen.Tonight, she would be walking around, completely clothed throughout the entire evening.And when she exited my club, she would be going home alone.
Or … you could see how this plays out, you big bad Dom.
No.
Absolutely not.
Yet I didn’t say anything.
Not a single fucking word.
Jamie
While I waited for Edge to answer me, I watched the battle brewing in his head.From what it looked like, he was hanging by a thread, but I wasn’t sure if it was me or Cav who was sending him into a tailspin.Ever since Cav had arrived on scene, there’d been a noticeable shift in Edge’s demeanor.As though he had to protect me from the sexy Dominant.
Granted, the second I mentioned my thoughts on the whole Teacher/student thing, something had darkened in his eyes.Was he turned on by the idea of me calling him Professor?Was that a sign of a power shift between Dominant and submissive?Was this a thread I should tug on, see which direction it headed?Perhaps it would be a way of proving my theory.
I would have to think about that a little more later.Right then, I was trying to figure out who actually held the winning hand.Although I hadn’t interacted with Edge much before Cav showed up, there was undoubtedly some sort of silent communication going on between them.These two men had a history together, that much was clear.
It was easy to peg them both as Dominants.No question there.However, there was a playful undertone to Cav that Edge didn’t seem to have.No, Edge was on guard, his body hard, unyielding, as though he was expecting a confrontation.Was there a reason for that?Something in their past that had him on the defensive?Or was it me specifically?
Quite frankly, I enjoyed watching the interaction between the two of them.
And it wasn’t until Cav appeared that I realized exactly what Edge’s intentions had been for me.I’d pegged him correctly earlier.He had intended to keep this completely clinical, giving me a tour of the space, but not actually allowing me to experience anything.While it didn’t surprise me since I knew about his relationship with my brother, it pissed me off a little.
No.Not a little.It pissed me off a lot.I didn’t come here tonight for Edge to treat me like Zeke’s little sister.I’d come with the hopes of getting the full experience of a place of this caliber.I was hoping to interact with other submissives and Dominants, get a feel for their relationships, their expectations.And perhaps on some level, I’d considered getting a glimpse myself, having a more intimate interaction of my own.With Edge.
Did that mean we had to have sex?No.
Did that mean he had to touch me?No.
However, it did mean he couldn’t intend to keep me at arm’s length.That wasn’t fair.
Knowing I would get nowhere voicing my opinion on the matter just yet, I turned my attention back to Cav.He seemed rather interested in my reasons for being here, and as far as I was concerned, he would be the one who would open doors for me this evening.
“So, no to the sharing?”I repeated, more so to get a rise out of them than anything.
Cav grinned.“Oh, we’ve been known to share, sugar.”
The way he used the termsugarsounded very generic, as though he used it frequently.I understood the use of pet names, both in relationships and in BDSM.Master or Sir, known as honorifics, were used as a way for a submissive to convey respect, to acknowledge who had the power in a relationship.Some Dominants preferred the use of them, others—like my brother—did not.However, it seemed to be rather common for a Dominant to give a submissive a pet name.Like sugar, in Cav’s case.
