“That’s the only rule tonight. That’s how you’ll refer to us. At all times.”
“Yes, Professor.”
His eyes warmed another degree and it made me feel powerful to know that I was capable of doing that to him. I made a mental note of that for my notebook.
“If at any point you feel uncomfortable, I expect you to speak up. Understand?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“I know you’ve got very little experience in this realm, so we’ll go slow.”
“I don’t need slow.”
He swallowed hard, then nodded his head. “Be careful what you wish for, cupcake.”
I’d been wishing for this all along, so it wasn’t exactly new. I wanted these men, and to be fair, I was tired of going slow.
He leaned back, his heated gaze raking over me. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”
Yes. Let’s.
“When you’re ready, I want you to stand in the middle of the room, hands clasped behind your back.”
With Cav’s assistance, I got to my feet, wandered toward the middle of the room. As I stood there, both men came to stand in front of me.
“We’ll start by providing you some basic knowledge of the BDSM realm, sweetness,” Edge stated, his tone clipped with that hard edge I was familiar with.
“I’m not sure I understand, Professor,” I told him truthfully.
“As you might’ve read”—he glanced at the television—“or seen, and I use those terms lightly because experience into this lifestyle cannot safely be learned through fiction—”
I couldn’t help but smile. He did have a point.
“—but, as you might’ve read, there are many different variations of Domination and submission, all of which are tailored to meet the needs of those involved. You have sexual Dominants, those who merely dominate in the bedroom, the same with sexual submissives, who simply like to be dominated during sex. There are Lifestyle Dominants and submissives who establish high protocol and incorporate their roles into their daily lives. Within the lifestyle, you have Master/slave, Sadist/masochist, Daddy/babygirl, Primal/prey, and so on and so forth. Some Dominants prefer multiple submissives, and vice versa. As I said, it’s tailored to the individuals involved.”
While I’d read about a few of those, there were several I hadn’t heard of yet. Although I wished I had a chance to jot this down, I didn’t care all that much. I just wanted him to keep talking. And to touch me. That was the most important.
“My training class is geared toward submissives looking to interact appropriately in my club. So that’s the area we’ll explore.”
Exploring was good. Really good.
“As far as I’m concerned, this is for educational purposes only.” He paused, studied me. “After all, that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
I swallowed hard. It was all I could do.
CAV
JAMIE’S ANSWER WAS GOING TO BE PIVOTAL in the direction this evening took. Hell, it would lay the path for everything going forward.
I was pissed at Edge for being so callous with his response, but at the same time, I understood it. Jamie was using us in a sense. Perhaps things had taken a different path than we’d all set out on, but that didn’t mean her end goal had changed. If she was only interested in the psychological perspective, and not exploring how this would work between the three of us, I didn’t see it going anywhere.
Perhaps that was my fault for getting my hopes up. Sure, we’d come into this via the club, but we’d taken it to another level outside of it. I wanted more of that. This—the set-up, the instruction—it was merely a game. One she wanted to play as a way to explore.
I was content just to be here. I didn’t need all the hype.
“This is a bit more than education, Professor. At least for me.”
“Let’s get the education out of the way,” he said gruffly.
Jamie’s big brown eyes widened but there wasn’t any fear there. Curiosity, I’d say. She wanted to see this through, but her intellect didn’t allow her to answer a question without knowing all the facts.
“How do you plan to do that, Professor?”
I mentally shook my head. The man baffled me. Why he had to have a map and a plan, I wasn’t sure. He’d always been like that. Needing structure, an agenda. He didn’t seem to know how to just go with the flow.
Edge shrugged.
I was surprised. The man wasn’t known to evade. Maybe we were making progress.
“Professor?”
Edge cleared his throat. “We’ll take it slow.”
Jamie’s eyes cut to me and I nodded, wanting her to know I was willing. The only thing we had here was an experience. One that none of us would’ve had without each other. As long as we proceeded without expectation, then we should be fine.
“Then I’d like to proceed,” she stated.
“Good.” Edge wasted no time as he moved to stand behind Jamie. He pressed in close, his chest to her back. I was envious of them both in that moment.
