Nothing past the point of watching others do their thing, anyway.
CAV
WELL, IT WAS OBVIOUS EDGE WAS IN rare form tonight. Rather than jump at the opportunity to dominate a sweet, eager submissive, he was keeping this one at arm’s length. He’d seemingly adapted to this role as tour guide, and to be honest, I wasn’t all that fond of it. The guy was wasting his talents if he thought standing behind her and watching scenes play out was an appropriate way to spend his time.
Not to mention, it wasn’t giving Jamie a clear idea of what it was like to be with a Dominant of Edge’s caliber. He was going out of his way to be courteous and proper, and personally, I thought it was diminishing the experience for everyone involved. How was she supposed to understand the inner workings of a kink relationship? Hell, if Edge had his way, the only thing she’d have any idea of when she left here tonight was the technical terms for the equipment.
I wasn’t willing to let that happen.
Which was why I’d questioned her earlier. I wasn’t sure I’d ever forget the way Jamie’s dark eyes lit up when I mentioned role-playing. To hear her revelation about gravitating toward the Teacher/student scenario had been enlightening to say the least. For whatever reason, I could absolutely see her in the role of the naughty student. And I wouldn’t deny the idea of paddling her ass for being bad made my dick stand at attention.
Having her call me on my use of sugar was, quite frankly, hot. A little forward for a submissive, but I didn’t mind. Not yet, anyway. And yes, it was true, I called all submissives sugar. A habit I’d established early on. Some Doms referred to them as pet, others as sub. I’d gravitated toward sugar.
Not with Jamie though. I would be referring to her as cupcake from here on out. It suited her.
However, it wasn’t until her reference to sharing that I really started to get an idea of the direction her thoughts were headed. If I had to guess, she’d fantasized about what could happen between the three of us at least once since that conversation. I certainly had. Yet Edge was pretending not to notice.
As we observed Jane restraining a male submissive to a St. Andrew’s cross, Jamie turned to Edge. He leaned down so that his ear was close to her mouth.
“Could we speak in private?”
I was standing directly behind them both, which was the only reason I’d heard her.
When Edge stood tall again, Jamie’s eyes shot to me. The quick smile she offered was both flirtatious and slightly shy. A very sexy combination.
“Of course.” Edge glared over at me, then motioned for Jamie to head toward the stairs.
If he wanted me to stay behind, he was likely disappointed because I was hot on their trail. If nothing else, I wanted to know what she had to say, and what his response would be. No doubt in my mind, Edge had every intention of sending this sweet girl home alone tonight.
Again, another injustice he was doing her. She’d come here for a reason; she’d voiced it rather clearly. And still, Edge was practically keeping half a room between them at all times.
It was sad, really. And a bit depressing, to boot.
“We can go up to my office,” Edge told Jamie when we reached the second floor, which held the various themed rooms.
Edge motioned toward the stairs that led to the third floor, where his office, the training rooms, as well as the men’s and women’s locker rooms were.
Jamie stopped suddenly. “I would prefer one of those rooms.”
This sexy woman wanted to check out the theme rooms, all but handing herself to us on a silver platter.
I peered over at Edge, then back to Jamie. Back to Edge and smiled. This was fucking interesting.
“Those are—” Edge paused because she obviously knew what they were based on the gleam in her eyes. He swallowed hard. “Fine.”
When we started toward one of the private aftercare rooms, Jamie stopped once again. This time, she didn’t say a word, she simply walked in the opposite direction. I chuckled when she walked into the nearest vacant room. The Wild West room.
Yep. I liked this girl.
Edge was right behind her, grumbling something I couldn’t make out.
Not wanting to intrude too much, I remained at the door, leaving it open. Jamie’s gaze shot to where I was standing, and a small mischievous smile tilted her lips. She probably thought she was hiding it well, but I could tell she was definitely working toward something. Edge glanced over his shoulder at me and I gave him an approving nod, encouraging him to ignore me.
A silent conversation, something that had been a thing between us since almost the day we met, ensued:
