“Tonight, we’ll start by learning positions,” Edge told her. “And in order to do that, we’re going to have to remove some clothing.” Edge reached for the hem of Jamie’s sweater, slowly lifted it. “What’s your color, pet?”
“My color?”
I grinned. Edge hadn’t thought this all the way through. That had to be a first.
“The stoplight system,” he clarified. “It’s how we gauge a submissive’s comfort level. Green means you’re good, yellow means you need a break, but you don’t want to stop, and red means stop. Everything comes to a halt if you use it.”
“Green,” Jamie whispered.
“Green, what?”
“Professor,” she added on a sigh. “Green, Professor.”
Edge proceeded in removing her sweater, leaving her clad in a silky white tank top underneath. I was rooted to the spot when Edge placed his hands on her hips and slipped his thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, slowly inching them down over her hips.
“Color, pet?” he asked.
“Green, Professor.”
I knew he was taking his time, ensuring Jamie was on board with where this was headed, but he was killing me slowly. Watching the two of them was torture.
Never had polka dots looked so fucking sexy. Jamie’s panties—virgin white with big navy-blue dots—were going to be something I thought about for weeks on end.
“Cav, why don’t you demonstrate a few positions you prefer.”
I hadn’t expected Edge to defer to me, but I certainly didn’t mind.
Although I wasn’t sure I liked how this was progressing, I figured what the hell. Edge was being hardheaded here, but Jamie was going along with it, so what else was I supposed to do?
“When it comes to positions,” I told her as I walked around her, taking the opportunity to slide my finger along her arm, up to her shoulder, “the objective is for the submissive to be as pleasing to her Master as possible. While there are probably hundreds of positions listed somewhere, there are only a few I prefer. The one that’s most important is kneel.”
Jamie peered over at me as though waiting for my instruction. It was an innately submissive reaction, but I wondered if she even realized she did it.
“Please,” I said, motioning toward the floor. “Kneel.”
“Yes, Professor.” Without waiting, Jamie lowered herself to her knees.
“If you go to the club, you’ll meet some submissives who truly enjoy kneeling for their Master,” Edge explained. “I’ve heard them say it makes them feel safe to kneel at their Dom’s feet.”
“Some Doms prefer it as well,” I explained. “It allows them to feel close to their submissive, more protective.” I reached for Jamie’s right hand and gently moved it around behind her. “Bring your other arm back.” I waited until she did. “Rest your ass on your legs, keep your arms behind your back, chest up, eyes down.”
When she was in position, I couldn’t help but admire her. The woman was trim and toned, all long arms and legs. She was stunning in every way and I could’ve spent the rest of the evening simply watching her.
“Another common one is sit,” I said, already eager to move past this part. “It’s self-explanatory.”
She eased down onto her butt.
“Now, crisscross your legs and place your hands on your knees. Back should be straight, chest out, eyes down. Like I said, pleasing to your Dominant.”
I glanced over at Edge. He was watching both of us closely.
Her eyes shifted to me. “May I ask a question, Professor?”
“Of course, cupcake.”
“What is protocol at the club?”
“Up to your Dom.”
“And in the training class?”
“When you’re with one of your Masters,” Edge told her, “you’ll be required to kneel unless otherwise stated.”
Her gaze lingered on his face. “I’ll have more than one?”
“Yes,” he said simply, as though it didn’t matter.
She swallowed hard, but I could see the determination in her stubborn chin. “Thank you for clarifying, Professor.”
“The next one I have is a bit more intimate. Give me your hand.” When she did, I helped her to her feet. “That means, if you’re wearin’ clothing prior to the instruction, you’d remove them. For the purpose of this, though, you can keep your clothes on.”
“To be clear,” Edge noted, “during training at the club, the submissive performs the task exactly as it will be expected by his or her Dominant. There’s no grace period for ramping up.”
“Are submissives naked during the training class, Professor?”
“Yes, at times they are. It’s completely interactive.”
I stared at him, confused as to why he threw that out there. We were giving her a taste, not laying it all on the line. This was a razor-sharp edge he was balancing on.
“The choice is up to you, sweetness,” Edge said, keeping his eyes trained on Jamie. “Just know, if you do join the class, you won’t be given special privileges. You’ll be naked, just like the others.”
Jamie held Edge’s gaze momentarily, then looked over at me. “If it’s all right with you, I’d like to proceed as I would in the class. Without any special consideration.”
