Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue, 6)

by Nicole Edwards

  “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.

  “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.”

  Fucking hell.

  I nodded. “All right, then.” I stepped back a couple of feet. “The next position is Inspect. You’ll be naked for this one.”

  Granted, I wasn’t sure I was going to survive it, but hey, I’d die a happy fucking man.

  TEN

  EDGE

  I HONESTLY HADN’T INTENDED FOR MY COMMENT to redirect Jamie’s intentions in anyway. However, I had to say I was rather pleased with her decision to perform her submissive duties completely. It said a lot about her desire to please. And though I didn’t think she was doing this for the right reasons, I got the impression she was the all-in type, wanting the full experience when she committed to something.

  I doubted she realized this was as much of a test of our willpower as it was hers. Seeing her in the corset at the club had been difficult. Seeing her in her panties and tank top in my living room had been trying. Seeing her naked … yeah, that was going to be painful.

  But I would endure, and I knew Cav would as well. A man could not call himself a Dominant if he didn’t have complete self-control. Didn’t mean it couldn’t waver, a Dom simply couldn’t succumb to the temptation without careful consideration.

  Neither of us said anything as Jamie slowly removed her tank top first, followed by the white polka-dotted bra that matched her panties. Although she was doing rather well to hide her modesty, I could sense it. Her need to push forward and do things that weren’t necessarily within her comfort zone was a trait I admired about her, one I admired in all submissives.

  “As you might’ve determined by the name of the position, there is a reason for it.”

  I observed as Cav positioned her into the Inspect pose. Standing tall, feet flat, legs wide, hands behind her neck, elbows pointed out, chest thrust forward.

  “In this position, you will keep your eyes on your Dominant,” Cav instructed.

  Jamie’s eyes shot to his face.

  “As I said, you’ll pay close attention to the angles of your limbs. Your goal is to please your Dominant and you keep this in mind with everything you do.”

  My dick hardened as Cav stepped up, placed his hand on her chest, and slowly trailed his fingers downward. It was obvious he was crossing the line between training and seducing the woman, but I wasn’t sure which was having more of an impact on her. Jamie’s nipples pebbled tightly and her breathing increased.

  When his hands slid down over her stomach, stopping a few inches shy of her pelvic bone, I found myself holding my breath. I wanted to put my lips there, to see if her skin was as smooth as it looked.

  Feeling the need to reel this back in, I cleared my throat. “Just to clarify, when it comes to Master/slave roles, the training is far more intense. Slaves are taught when to assume these positions based on their Master’s desires. For instance, some Masters require their slaves to assume the Present position when he enters or leaves the room.”

  “Is this something you require, Professor?”

  “No,” we stated in unison.

  Jamie remained where she was but offered a slight nod of understanding.

  “Remember the other night when we were in my truck?”

  My attention shot to Cav, the words he spoke. I had yet to hear this story, but based on his tone, it sounded … interesting.

  “Yes, Professor.”

  I narrowed my eyes, waiting for what came next.

  “When you called me a tease?”

  “Yes, Professor.”

  “Why did she call you a tease?” I asked, not caring that I was overstepping here.

  Cav moved around behind Jamie, his eyes meeting mine over her shoulder. “Explain to Edge what we were doing, cupcake.”

  Jamie’s eyes were hot, her chest expanding faster now. “We were making out.”

  “Making out?” I couldn’t hide the anger.

  “Yes, Professor.” Her eyes remained locked on my face.

  “Tell him what I did,” Cav whispered, his hands sliding up over her flat stomach, stopping just shy of cupping her breasts.

  “He teased my breast with his mouth,” she said on a rush of air.

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  “Yes, Professor. Right up until he stopped suddenly.”

  “That’s when she called me a tease,” Cav explained, using his hands to lower Jamie’s arms down to her sides. “Had that been at the club, I would’ve insisted you get into one of the two punishment positions I prefer. We’ve already determined they both require you to be naked.”

  He cut his gaze to mine, but it didn’t linger.

  “Anytime you take one of these two positions, at least for me, you’ll know you’ve earned punishment of some sort.”

  “Like when I call you a tease?”

  “Yes, cupcake. Like that.”

  There was a hint of a smile, but she hid it quickly.

  As she stood there, Cav’s hands once again trailed up her stomach, this time successfully curving over her breasts. His movements held my attention, especially when he used his forefingers and thumbs to pinch her beautiful nipples.

  “Don’t move,” Cav growled softly when Jamie jerked.

  “I won’t, Professor,” she hissed, her eyes glazing with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

  Cav seemed to take great pleasure in teasing her. He continued for long, painful seconds before finally releasing her nipples and taking a step back.

  “Bend is relatively self-explanatory. Legs wide, bend at the waist and place your hands on your knees. Depending on my mood or the punishment, I may insist you put ’em on your ankles, perhaps even flat on the floor.”

  I shot a look at Cav. He offered a smirk in return, clearly knowing this was testing my limits. Although I had conducted dozens of submissive training classes, seen every shape, size, and color of submissive, I’d never had one affect me like this.

  “Last one,” Cav said, placing his hand on Jamie’s back. “This one I refer to as Ass. Basically, think of having your ass in the air. You’ll lower yourself to all fours.”

  While Cav assisted Jamie into a kneeling position, I moved over to the
bar and poured myself a drink. Generally, this wouldn’t be an issue, but tonight … Yeah. I needed a drink or two just to survive seeing a very naked Jamie spread out that way.

  “Spread your knees wide,” Cav instructed, “keep your ankles apart, rest your chin on the floor, arms stretched out in front of you, hands close together, with your palms flat on the floor.”

  Seeing her like that made me wish she’d done something so I could punish her. Based on her reaction to Cav pinching her nipples, she wasn’t entirely opposed to it. With her like that, I could so easy turn that pretty ass a nice, rosy red.

  “This position is quite beneficial for me when it comes to punishment,” Cav told Jamie, expressing my own thoughts. “As you can tell, I have unobstructed access to your ass and pussy.” He slid his hand over one cheek, then the other.

  Jamie moaned softly.

  For fuck’s sake. Will you quit playing with the girl already?

  I turned around, tossed my drink back, took a deep, cleansing breath. I needed to get myself under control. Personally, I had a different punishment position that I preferred, but I realized now was not the time to get into that.

  “Cupcake, please kneel,” Cav ordered.

  I turned in time to see Jamie shifting, keeping her form elegant as she did, into a perfect kneeling position.

  “Do you have any questions?” I asked as I moved to stand in front of her.

  “Not at this time, Professor.”

  When our eyes met, I held out my hand and helped Jamie to her feet. When she was standing, I stepped in close, aligning our bodies. The only thing separating us was my clothing. Too much and not enough at the same time.

  “What’s your color, sweetness?” I whispered, my gaze dipping to her lips.

  “Green, Professor. Most definitely green.”

  I swallowed hard. “I need to touch you. May I have permission to touch you?”

  “Yes, Professor.”

  I could feel more than see as Cav moved around behind her because I closed my eyes as I lowered my head, needing to feel Jamie’s lips against mine.

  Her soft moans kept me focused on what I was doing. It wasn’t until her hands fisted in my shirt that I lost some of my grip on my control. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, growling as I unleashed the fierce need I’d kept bottled up for the past week. She whimpered but didn’t move away. It was enough to have me pulling back, reining myself in.