The thought of one of them fucking her… It had a red haze clouding my vision.
Maybe that was what Edge wanted. At least then she wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.
I growled, squeezed my phone, then dropped it before I shattered the screen.
“Son of a bitch.”
FOURTEEN
EDGE
Thursday, November 8, 2018
WALKING INTO THE TRAINING ROOM ON THURSDAY night was more difficult than I anticipated.
I’d had a shit day and it only had a little to do with the fact that Justin was pushing me to make a decision on whether or not I would come on board as a partner. Add to that the client who was convinced I’d been carousing—his word—with one of his competitors and I was about ready to put my fist through a wall.
A long, defeated sigh escaped me.
You might want to calm down. Won’t benefit any of the submissives to see you in this state.
No, it wouldn’t.
I hated to say it, but I didn’t have fucking time to deal with Chatter right now because I was too busy trying to figure out how to fix the shit I’d put in play here at the club. Namely, having Jamie in the submissive training class. I didn’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to it. This was the worst idea I’d had in … ever. Never had I come up with something worse than this.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, I had no fucking clue how to fix it. Not without fucking up a whole lot of other shit in the process.
Boot her from the roster. That’s pretty simple.
No, I couldn’t kick her out. She hadn’t done anything to warrant it and my actions would only cause a lot of confusion for the trainers.
Fine. Ride it out.
That was a stupid idea, but the best I had at the moment. My only option was to wait and see how it played out over time.
Even if it killed me.
Which it very well might.
“Good evening, class,” I greeted as I stepped into the training room, taking a deep breath and forcing that stupid voice out of my head.
All of the submissives and their respective Masters were in place, waiting patiently for me to get things underway. My gaze swung to Jamie, who was sitting at her seat, head down, hands clasped in front of her. Master Chaos had yet to join her, but I knew he was on his way.
“Tonight, we’re going to talk about hard and soft limits.” I picked up the folders on the small table, waved them. “Masters, if you haven’t picked up your sub’s folder, do so now.”
Triton strolled in. My eyes shot to the clock. “You’re late,” I snapped.
He paused briefly, his eyebrows darting down in confusion.
Damn it. What the fuck was I doing? I couldn’t reprimand a Dom in this class.
“Ignore me,” I muttered when he came to retrieve Jamie’s folder.
Triton didn’t say a word, but he didn’t have to. I could read his concern in his eyes. It wasn’t like me to target a Dom, much less a friend, like that. Rather than comment, he walked over to Jamie, placed a gentle hand on her head as he took a seat in the chair beside her.
When everyone was seated, I began my discussion on limits, walking them through the details of the form they’d completed. It was one of the most necessary classes, in my opinion. It was critical for a submissive and their Dominant to discuss limits, to outline and discuss potential issues, triggers, and so forth that could cause a problem during a scene.
“It’s in your best interest to be as honest as possible and err on the side of caution if there are things you aren’t sure of. Talk to your Dom if you have questions, and if you don’t know what something is, do research.” I stopped at the front of the room. “We’re going to relocate to a theme room,” I informed them. “Tonight we’ll be addressing some of your soft limits, items from your list that you’ve marked as maybe or curious.”
I stopped the lesson long enough for us to relocate to the theme room I’d had set up for tonight’s activity. Large enough to accommodate several pieces of bondage apparatus, it still had enough space for the twenty of us to pile in, including Cambria, who would act as my assistant throughout.
“We’ll be utilizing the stoplight system, as do most Dominants at Dichotomy. Miss Frazier, please explain to the class what the stoplight system is.”
After softly asking Kaylen for permission to speak, Raine went through the colors, red, yellow, green, and when they were appropriate to use.
“Thank you, Miss Frazier.” I scanned the group. “Any questions?”
Several submissives shook their heads, but a few answered appropriately with, “No, Master Edge.”
“Miss Phelps, Mr. Baker, Miss Jordan, and Miss Wheeler, because you’ve inappropriately responded to a direct question from a Dominant, you’ll be our guinea pigs tonight.”
