Page 106 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
I got the sneaking suspicion Edge was talking about me. I’d clearly run from our issues, hidden from them, refused to talk. Looking back on it now, I understood his side of things. He had no idea what I wanted or needed because I hadn’t shared that with him.
I could hear the sincerity in Edge’s tone, knew that this was the most important part of his training class.
For the first time, I did not think about my dissertation.
Not even once.
CAV
“NOT ALL DOMINANTS ARE LOOKING FOR A possession,” I said, when Edge deferred to me. “Some are looking for part-time sexual submissives. In the bedroom, in the club, that sort of thing. Others want a full-time submissive, one who will cater to them in whatever manner they’ve chosen. And though you feel you’re submissive, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, this doesn’t mean you’re suited to one or the other. For example, there are Sadists who get off on causing pain, but a responsible Sadist won’t settle for any submissive. Their objective is to identify and connect with a masochist, someone who craves the pain and/or humiliation a Sadist can offer.”
I kept my eyes on each of the students as I spoke, ensuring they were listening.
“Do I think you’ll find the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with in this class?” I moved toward the first row of tables. “Absolutely not. That isn’t the reason these trainers are here. They’re here for your benefit, to help you understand the variety of Dominants we have here at this particular club. Do we do things the same way as other clubs? Absolutely not.”
Edge took control again. “While there are other upstanding clubs out there, you have to be aware of those that are in it for the wrong reasons.”
I stood back, listened as he gave his spiel regarding the various clubs, the abuse that sometimes occurs and so forth. He continued on for several minutes while my attention drifted to Jamie.
So far, she’d held up well. When I first saw her wearing that barely there lingerie, I’d been somewhat surprised she had stepped out of the locker room. I had to remember to give Edge shit about it. The least he could’ve done was give me some sort of warning. The second she’d walked through that training room door, I’d damn near swallowed my tongue.
As for the collar, I thought for certain she would balk. Yes, it was a symbol in many respects, but it was also a mind fuck. A way for me to let her know who she belonged to.
Needless to say, I was content with this turn of events. Edge claiming Jamie openly was a big deal. While I would’ve preferred my chance to do the same, this was Edge’s domain. And I didn’t have any issues being the second during the training class. It gave me something to focus on, something to look forward to.
If we could only get past the classroom portion of this training, I’d be set.
Two hours later, after we gave the class in-depth detail regarding the difference between a Dominant, a Sadist, a Primal and the like, the class was dispersing. While Edge went to his office, I led Jamie to the locker room. As promised, I kept the collar on her, told her to keep it on until I removed it.
Edge appeared before Jamie did, his hands tucked into his pockets.
“I’ve got some things to take care of tonight,” Edge said seriously. “However, I’d like to spend a few minutes with her. With you.”
Jamie appeared, the collar still around her neck. It wasn’t exactly unobtrusive and looked all the more intimidating around the delicate column of her neck. Still, I liked seeing it.
“Would you mind joining us in my office?” Edge requested.
“Of course,” she said sweetly.
Edge motioned for her to precede him. I followed them, my gaze sliding over Jamie’s ass seductively swaying beneath that long skirt. While I had loved seeing her in the lingerie, I got the same thrill seeing her fully dressed. Just seeing her, actually.
The door to Edge’s office was open. Once the three of us were inside, I closed it with a soft click.
“Please have a seat,” Edge said, nodding toward his desk, which I noticed had been cleared completely.
Jamie glanced at the wooden surface, then up to him, before she turned and perched on the desk. Since the room was relatively small, there wasn’t anything other than the desk, an executive chair, and two cushioned chairs on the opposite side. The desk was the only flat surface aside from the small sliver of floor.
Edge moved forward, pushing her knees wide with his thighs. “You did well tonight, sweetness.”
“Thank you, Professor.” Her dark eyes were locked with his.
“Since I’m not one to make assumptions, I’m going to ask if you have any issues with the direction things are headed.”
