The final week, Jamie would be under the watchful eye of Ransom Bishop, who we’d all learned was a true test for most submissives. Considering he was a hardcore Sadist with extremely high expectations, he took an entire week for himself. Fortunately for me, the man was gay, so I had little to worry about with him and Jamie.
And while I’d memorized the roster and assessed each and every Master, I did not like the idea of Jamie being with any of them. I wanted her with me, and I was beginning to regret my suggestion for Jamie to join the class. It was all on me, though. Edge would’ve easily kept her out of it if I hadn’t pushed so hard.
“Deal with it,” I muttered as I shut off the water and reached for a towel.
After drying off, I pulled on sweatpants, then grabbed my phone. I shot another text to Jamie, waited a few minutes, then called Edge when I didn’t get a response.
“Yeah?” he said by way of greeting.
“You try getting in touch with Jamie?”
“I did. I texted her. She hasn’t responded.”
“Same here.” Perhaps I should go to her apartment just to ensure she was all right.
“Let it be for the night,” Edge said as though he could read my mind.
“What if—”
“She’s fine,” he assured me. “She has to come to terms with the rules of the class.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
Edge didn’t answer and that said it all. If Jamie couldn’t make it through the class, she wasn’t going to be the right submissive for either of us, much less both of us. At least as far as Edge was concerned.
“Does it bother you?” I asked.
“What?”
“Her being with all of them?”
“It doesn’t matter if it bothers me,” he said firmly. “You were right. She needs to see what it’s like to be with a variety. Needs the experience.”
“You do understand what this means, right?”
Edge growled. “I fucking know what it means, Cav.”
“And you’re okay with it? You’re okay with the possibility of Jamie fucking another Dom?”
“No, goddammit! I’m not okay with it.”
“Then why—”
“Fucking let it go, Cav.”
The call disconnected and I stared at the darkened screen.
This was not going the way I’d thought it would. A couple of dates, some erotic interludes, and suddenly Edge was setting Jamie up with a slew of Dominants who would have every right to touch her however they wanted during the class. Fuck her even.
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.”
I motioned for their four Masters to determine who would be going first. We’d already briefed regarding the agenda, so the trainers knew what was coming and, if I had to guess, already knew exactly which limit they intended to test with their submissives.
“Who’s first?” I asked when they separated.
“We are,” Mistress X stated, motioning toward Mr. Baker.
I motioned toward the room. “Proceed.”
I got a thrill out of watching the young man’s eyes widen slightly. I’d known from the day Drew Baker requested to join this class that he would be a good fit. He was both eager and curious and it showed in every express
ion. On the flip side, he was overly cautious, having marked most of his limit list with maybes, the closest thing to limit without actually crossing the item off the list.
“I’m looking forward to it,” Mistress X said with a glimmer in her brown eyes. “Follow me, sub.”
Drew got to his feet slowly, keeping his eyes cast down as he followed the curvy Mistress to the St. Andrew’s cross. He was wearing leather shorts that looked a size too small, but that wasn’t surprising. Mistress X wasn’t known for being gentle on her submissives.
“Master Cav, would you mind assisting me?” Mistress X requested as she motioned toward the restraints on the cross.
Cav moved from his position on the wall and assisted the petite Mistress by hooking Drew’s wrists to the cuffs up high. While Cav worked to get the submissive restrained, Mistress X went to the cabinet on the far wall and retrieved a ball gag, a pair of nipple clamps, a ball stretcher, and a long length of chain. I watched with curiosity as she made her way back to her submissive.
“Do you know what this is, sub?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress X. It’s a ball gag.”
“How did you mark this on your limit list?”
“As a maybe,” he admitted, his eyes darting from her face to the gag.
“Since you’ll be unable to speak, I’m going to require nonverbal signals from you.” She tapped the fingers on his right hand. “If you’re green, I expect your hand to be relaxed. Yellow, I want you to hold up two fingers. For red, hold out all five fingers, then make a fist. Do this multiple times.” She stepped in close, her voice softening. “I will be monitoring as will the other Masters, so at no time will you have to worry. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress X.”
“Very well.” Within seconds, she had the ball gag inserted and secured.
Mr. Baker’s distress was immediate, but he managed to breathe through it as Mistress X remained in front of him, talking him through his panic. When he settled, she gave him a warm smile and patted his cheek. There was no denying the pleasure he derived from her praise.
“Do you know what this is, sub?” she asked, holding up the ball stretcher.
Drew nodded, unable to verbally respond.
Mistress X glanced over at his right hand, which was currently relaxed.
“Mr. Baker marked this as an absolutely, yes on his list,” she explained. “And since he’s willingly accepting the gag, I’ll be offering him this reward.”
While the group observed, Mistress X removed the leather shorts, then proceeded to place the ball stretcher on. She added two weights, effectively pulling his balls toward the floor. When she stood, her attention once again shifted to his right hand, still relaxed.
“These are nipple clamps,” she said, holding them up for Drew to see. “You’ve marked them as curious on your list, hence the reason I’m going to torture you with them now.” Her smile was devious.
Once Mistress X had the clamps secured to his nipples, she took a step back, admiring her work. Drew moaned softly.
“One more thing,” she said, holding up the chain.
It wouldn’t look like much, I knew, but once she connected it to those clamps, it would add enough weight that the clamps would consistently pull on his nipples.
Mistress X secured the chain to both clamps, then connected it to the ball stretcher before adding another weight. Her eyes shifted frequently to his hand, still relaxed where it dangled from the clamp.
“Thank you, Mistress X,” I said as I took control of the room once again. “Mistress Cameron, Master Bishop, would you like to go next?”
The two Sadists smirked at one another.
“Because the class is one submissive smaller,” I told them, “with Mr. Holloway’s dramatic exit on Tuesday, I’ve decided to double up the Masters on certain days. This will give you the opportunity to experience what it’s like to have two Masters at one time.”
Unable to resist, my gaze shifted to Jamie. She was kneeling at Chaos’s feet, her attention on me. When our eyes met, she quickly looked away. I could see something there, something that had my stomach churning. It looked a hell of a lot like pain, and the mere thought of hurting her damn near took me out at the knees.
Not familiar with that? It’s called love, you big dumb ass.
Love? What the fuck? I wasn’t in love with Jamie. No way.
“Proceed,” I instructed the Sadists, needing to keep my head in the game.
“Based on what I’ve observed on Miss Wheeler’s list,” Mistress Cameron explained, “I’m inclined to believe she has some strong masochistic tendencies.” Her grin turned sly. “Which means she’s in for a treat tonight because that’s my specialty.”
My attention bounced between the Sadists and Jamie. While I never diverted my attention for long, I couldn’t stop myself from watching her.
“This is what is known as a violet wand, a tool sweet Maeve marked as a maybe on her limit list,” Mistress Cameron explained after she had Maeve shackled to a set of irons on the wall. Ransom stood by, taking his cues from Cameron, allowing the Mistress to run the scene. “I get the feeling she’ll be moving this particular item to an absolutely, yes once we’re done here.”
While I watched the scene set up, play out, my mind continued to drift to Jamie.
More accurately, how and when I would corner her once the evening was finished.
Jamie
“THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN!” MAEVE’S GIDDINESS was contagious, trickling through the others, making them swoon. “I’m thinking Mistress Cameron’s right. I might just be a masochist.”
“Well, I’m jealous of Jamie,” Kelly said with a wide grin.
“Me?” I stared at her. “I haven’t done anything yet.”
“No, but you get to be with Master Chaos.” There was a dreamy look in her eyes. “I can’t wait to spend time with him.”
I forced a smile, hoping it looked more genuine than it felt.
While the girls alternated between swooning over the Masters and giving a recount of what had happened during tonight’s class, I hurriedly pulled on my jeans and my sweater. I smiled when appropriate, leaving the oohing and ahhing to the others. It wasn’t that I hadn’t enjoyed watching the scenes, learning about the various tools. I had.
However, I couldn’t get past the ache in my chest, knowing Edge and Cav had tossed me to the wolves. Why I’d thought they were willing to take me as their submissive, I wasn’t sure. Even after my crying jag last night and the constant reminder that they were only doing as I asked—no special treatment—I couldn’t come to terms with the idea that I’d spend the next four weeks being passed from one Master to another while they watched.
“What was it like to have two Masters?” Yazmin inquired.
I glanced over then, curious as to Maeve’s answer.
“Different.”
“Good different? Or bad different?” Kelly asked.
Maeve’s eyes lit up. “Definitely good. I’ve never thought about having two Masters.”
I felt a knot lodge in my throat as I slipped on my shoes. I’d thought about it. In fact, I’d almost had it.
“I’ll see you guys Thursday night,” Raine said softly as she moved toward the door.
“Good night!” Maeve called out. “God, I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep after that.”
“I’m heading out, too,” I said, not wanting to disappear without saying something. We were going to be together as a group for the next month. My goal was not to alienate the very women I would be hanging out with.
“See you Thursday,” Kelly and Maeve said at the same time.
With a tenuous smile, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.
To my surprise, Cav was standing outside the locker room, evidently waiting for me. I didn’t stop walking, pretending I didn’t notice him.
“Jamie,” he said softly.
Or hear him.
My feet continued moving toward the stairs.
“Jamie,” he rep
eated firmly.
“Good night, Master Cav.” I offered a quick wave over my head.
A firm hand gripped my upper arm, halting my descent on the stairs. With no choice but to stop, I glared into that ridiculously handsome face.
“I need to go,” I said softly, the words sounding far too much like a plea.
His eyes shifted over to Edge’s office. The door was closed.
“We need to talk,” Cav stated.
“Who’s we?” I asked as Edge’s door opened and he stepped out with Jenny. His hand was on the small of her back as he guided her toward the locker room. She was smiling up at him, causing my gut to twist into a painful knot, bile racing into my throat.
Seeing him touching her like that, the same way he’d touched me the first night I was here…
I broke free from Cav’s grip and practically ran down the stairs, ignoring him when he called out to me. A sob broke free, but I managed to make it to my car without tears falling. Barely.
How could I have been so stupid?
I should’ve known this would happen. Except for our bowling date, Edge had kept me at arm’s length. I could only think this was why. He wasn’t intending for anything to happen between us because when it came down to it, I wasn’t a submissive.
As for Cav … well, I didn’t want to think he would do that to me, but I had picked up on how he took most of his cues from Edge.
They didn’t want me. I was just another toy for them to train. Would they be taking Jenny out on a date now? One at a time or both of them together? Would they pretend she was special, make her feel the way they’d made me feel? Would they go back to Edge’s apartment, walk her through what it would be like if she were their submissive? Would she sleep in Edge’s bed, securely snuggled between them?
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