I knew Ian was going to force her to come and I wasn’t going to argue. I would not give her permission because I wanted to see her lose that vital grip she had on her control.
“Masters….” Her head tipped back, her hands cupping her breasts as I’d instructed. “I’m going to come. Oh, God. It’s too much.”
“Not enough,” I growled.
Ian pushed a button, causing Everly to cry out, a broken scream as she shattered right there before us, her body taut as the orgasm slammed into her.
She was so fucking beautiful, it was damn near hard to watch.
“What did I tell you?” I asked when she’d settled a few minutes later.
“You instructed me not to come, Master Isaac,” she whispered, remorse ringing every word. She was genuinely upset that she had defied my order, something else I admired in her.
“And did you come?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Come here, little fairy,” I ordered, keeping my tone low and dark. I wanted her to hear my disappointment, to fear what was coming next.
On unsteady legs, Everly got to her feet. She was once again graceful as she walked toward me.
I shifted forward on the chair, and without verbal instruction, Everly laid across my thighs, her palms going flat on the floor as she held herself rigidly in place.
“Five,” I warned her before I smacked her ass. Hard.
The moan that followed surprised me.
I swatted her pretty little ass again, followed quickly by another.
She whimpered and I was satisfied that she understood this was punishment and not pleasure.
Two more swats and I was helping her to her feet.
“Now you may retire to your bedroom for the evening,” I told her for the sake of the audience outside the room. “Ian or I will inform you where you will be sleeping in a little while.”
She turned to face me, a single tear sliding down her cheek. “Thank you, Master Isaac.” Everly turned to my brother. “Thank you, Master Ian.”
As she walked toward the door, playing her part perfectly, I watched that sweet little reddened ass and wondered, if only briefly, whether or not that little fairy princess had just managed to burrow under my skin.
Without my permission.
CAV
IT WASN’T UNTIL JAMIE HAD CANDIDLY OUTLINED what she’d expected from this endeavor and what she’d actually experienced that I realized we’d both been going about this the wrong way. And through it all, we’d confused the hell out of this woman, making it damn near impossible for her to even know what this lifestyle had to offer.
To make it worse, it seemed she had a preconceived notion about what she expected from a Dominant, which meant her expectations were off course. More so based on the way we’d handled this situation.
Although Edge and I had done a shitty job of introducing her to the lifestyle up to this point, I knew it was important to her that she understood it. If only for her education. And I wanted to fulfill the promise we’d made.
And while I’d come to the decision I didn’t need it in my every day to survive, I still wanted to explore these moments. Visiting the club, enjoying the role playing, having her at my mercy from time to time. However, we were also human. When I’d gotten the feeling Jamie was expecting something predefined from us, I knew it was important that she see a few Dominants in their element. Those who were members of Dichotomy ran the gamut when it came to desires and fetishes. She should’ve known this based on her brother, but perhaps she hadn’t experienced Zeke at his worst.
Which was the reason I wanted to let her observe the two sets of trainers who were the most different, figuring she could watch whatever scene they’d already set up.
Turned out, luck was in our favor. Neither pair of trainers had gotten started on their lesson for the evening. So, after a little suggestion from Edge, they aligned their plans to his objective. Showing Jamie the differences between two very different sets of Dominants.
While Ian and Isaac closed out their scene and disinfected the room, I turned to Jamie, curious as to her thoughts on the scene she’d just witnessed.
“It was … exactly as I’d expected,” she said.
I noticed a soft rasp to her voice, and I suspected if I slid my hand between her legs, I’d find her wet and ready. She was certainly turned on by what she’d witnessed.
“So, that’s the rigid structure you thought you’d get with BDSM?”
She met my gaze, held it. “Yes.”
“And you believe you’re suited to that sort of discipline?” Edge questioned, standing between her and the observation window.
“Not yet, no. But I guess I could be.”
“But is it what you want?” Edge motioned behind him. “Miss Hughes walked into that room with only one goal in mind. Pleasing her Masters in any way that suited them.”
“That’s what I want,” she stated, her questioning gaze bouncing between the two of us.
“You don’t sound quite so sure of yourself,” I noted. “So, you want to be kept at home, cleaning, cooking, ensuring the house is in perfect condition for when we come home?”
I knew how it sounded as soon as the words were out. The thought of having a home with this woman had a strange warmth radiating in my chest. However, the idea of her flitting around, catering to my every whim didn’t sit well with me. I wasn’t that Dominant, didn’t want to be.
“No,” she said quickly, confusion wrinkling her forehead. “I want to work.”
“Okay.” I pretended to consider that. “So, after a long, hard day, you’re going to come home, cook, clean, then cater to our every whim?”
She shook her head and I could see tears glistening in her eyes.
Edge cupped her face, turned her attention to him. “That’s not what we want from you, sweetness.”
I stared at him, confused. For the past few weeks, Edge had been setting himself up to be that exact Dominant, only I knew he was stuck in this perfect role he’d outlined along the way. He thought he had to stick to this plan in order to be happy.
“That’s why it’s important for you to understand this isn’t fiction,” Edge continued. “I’ve never wanted a slave. I don’t want you kneeling on the floor when I walk in the door. I don’t expect you to walk into a room and assume a position.” He leaned in close. “I want you and Cav having dinner when I’m running late, not waiting for me.”
I swallowed hard. I wouldn’t admit it aloud, but I’d needed that inclusion.
“The scene is ready,” I told them when I noticed Nash motioning from inside the room.
The next ten minutes played out exactly as I’d envisioned living in this relationship. In the room, the submissive, Raine Frazier, curled up on one end of the sofa while Chaos sat in the chair, pretending to flip through channels on the television. Nash stuck his head in the room to announce he was almost finished with the dishes and asked whether anyone wanted dessert.
Miss Frazier’s eyes swung over to Chaos and glittered with hope. Chaos offered a quick nod to Nash, and the man seemed to know exactly what was on the menu.
After another minute, Nash returned with a giant vibrator known as a magic wand or Thunderstick. There were no positions, no inspections, but there was an awful lot of teasing until finally, Nash and Chaos were sitting on opposite ends of the sofa with Miss Frazier laid out across them. They spent their time pretending to be watching television while teasing her relentlessly with the vibrator and their hands. It ended with Miss Frazier succumbing to a violent orgasm with the vibrator on her clit. They followed up by announcing they were relocating to the bedroom.
While the scene played out in the same amount of time as the first one, there was a significant difference in the underlying tone.
When I turned to Jamie, I noticed she was smiling. I also noticed that her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. Clearly, she was turned on, but visibly more at ease.
“Let’s discuss in the classroom,
” Edge instructed before leading the way back.
I closed the door, giving us some privacy while Edge walked over to the whiteboard—which was actually an observation window—and pulled down a projector screen to block the view from the outside.
“Miss Lautner,” I prompted when I moved to the front of the room, “can you please describe to me what you envision a Dominant to be?”
She watched me warily, her hands clasped firmly on the top of the desk. “I think it depends on the Dominant,” she said softly.
“So, you’re saying your earlier answer was incorrect.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What do you expect from your Dominant?”
She didn’t even hesitate. “I expect my Dominant to be who he is, to react to situations based on his understanding of them, to make his desires known in a manner that he feels suitable to the situation.”
“And which scene are you more inclined to gravitate toward?” Edge asked, perching against the edge of the desk at the front of the room.
“Well, the first one was too rigid for my taste. I’m not looking to serve and obey at all times, although I could see its appeal for someone who is.” She shifted slightly. “But the second one was rather intriguing. I liked the carefree way it played out.”
“Not simply in the sexual sense,” he noted.
“Correct.” She glanced between us, her eyes finally landing on Edge. “Like the night at your apartment. When we watched a movie, played in the living room.”
“So you’re saying you’d prefer more spontaneity?” Edge questioned.
“Yes. I think that’s what I’m saying.”
He got to his feet, walked to the side of the desk, and picked up the crop. “Miss Lautner,” he said firmly. “It’s come to my attention that you’ve been a tad presumptuous in your desires to become a submissive.”
Her lips thinned. “I think it’s safe to say you’ve done the same,” she bit out. “In your role as Dominant.”
“Touché,” he growled. “However, I’ll remind you exactly who the Dominant in this room is.”
I saw the moment she morphed into her role as naughty student. The lesson was officially over, and it was safe to say we’d all learned a few things tonight. And now was the time for us to fall into the roles we all enjoyed and act out a scene of our own.
“And who would that be?” she taunted, her leg swinging as it crossed the other.
“Miss Lautner, this is your one and only warning,” he said roughly. “You back-talk me one more time and you will be punished.”
She rolled her eyes. “As if.”
I fought the urge to laugh because that was a completely juvenile move, but it definitely served its purpose.
Edge marched over, gripped Jamie by the arm, and pulled her from her chair. She pretended to struggle, attempting to pull away from him as he dragged her to the front of the room.
He turned her to face him. “You have two options,” he stated harshly. “You can write ‘I know exactly who my Dominants are, and I will not back-talk them now or in the future’ five hundred times.”
He paused for effect, and again, I was trying not to laugh.
“Or you can take ten swats with my crop.”
Her eyes widened and she glanced over at the chalkboard as though five hundred lines was even an option. When she turned back to him, she offered a slight smirk.
“I’ll take the swats, Sir.”
“Professor,” he clarified, leaning in and brushing his lips against hers in a move that was certainly not part of the scene. His voice lowered to barely a whisper. “Call me Professor, sweetness.”
That seemed to melt her. “I’ll take the swats, Professor.”
Hell, at this point, I was willing to take the swats because … holy fuck.
NINETEEN
EDGE
ALTHOUGH I HAD INTENDED FOR JAMIE TO learn a lesson from the two scenes we had witnessed, I hadn’t expected to learn one myself.
But I had.
A big one.
It was while watching Chaos and Nash with Miss Frazier that I realized I wasn’t looking for the type of relationship Ian and Isaac were. I didn’t want a full-time submissive, I wanted a relationship that fit well with my current lifestyle. An intimacy with someone I could talk to, listen to. One who would support me and help me work through the problems of the day.
More accurately, two people who made me happier than I’d ever been in my life.
I wanted Cav and Jamie.
As Jamie leaned over the desk, I smiled to myself.
Sure, I also wanted this. The role-playing that came with this lifestyle. A chance to enjoy ourselves, explore our sexualities and one another.
“Lift your skirt,” I commanded. “You’ll get the swats on your bare ass.”
Jamie’s hands came down and she flipped up the skirt, revealing her sexy ass. A soft growl escaped me as lust stirred in my veins.
“Is there a reason you’re not wearing panties in class, Miss Lautner?”
She didn’t respond, but I could hear her breaths, heavy and rapid, signaling the lust building.
I smacked the desk with the crop. “Answer me!”
“No, Professor. There’s no reason.”
I allowed one hand to brush over her smooth skin. “So you did this to taunt me?”
“I … uh … no, Professor.”
I smacked her ass with the crop.
Jamie moaned.
“Then why did you do it?”
“I don’t know, Professor.” There was a plea in her tone.
“Do you fantasize about me, Miss Lautner?” I asked, slipping deeper into the role of teacher. “Do you sit at your desk and think about all the dirty things I could be doing to you?”
She didn’t answer.
I swatted her again.
“Yes, Professor. Yes,” she squealed. “I think about you. You and Professor Cavanaugh.”
Cav’s deep rumble had me looking at him. He had enjoyed her acknowledging him.
“And what do you think about?” I probed.
More silence.
I smacked her again, this time on the other lovely butt cheek.
She whimpered, squirmed. “I think about the two of you … fucking me.”
“Naughty girl,” I rasped, leaning down close to her ear as I cupped her ass with my hand.
Letting my fingers dip between her thighs, I grazed her clit.
“Professor,” she moaned softly. “Please…”
I removed my hand, swatted her ass again. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Is that a request?” I smacked her twice, alternating between both luscious globes. “Or a command?”
“Request,” she whimpered. “Please, Professor Edge. I need you and Professor Cavanaugh to fuck me.”
I caught Cav’s gaze, nodded.
He stepped forward. “Stand up, Miss Lautner.”
With our assistance, she got to her feet.
“Strip,” he insisted. “Show me those beautiful tits.”
Her face was flushed, her hands trembling, but Jamie did as instructed.
“You’re a very naughty student,” he said simply, walking around her, admiring the long, lean lines of her body. “Do you think you deserve our cocks?”
“Yes, Professor Cavanaugh.”
“What makes you think so?”
She shrugged.
While he continued to tease her with words, I caught sight of the chair in the corner. Not just any chair. This was a tantric chair, one designed for various sexual positions. When Cav looked my way, I nodded toward it. His attention swung over, and a smile tugged at his lips.
“Over here, Miss Lautner,” he stated, motioning toward the corner.
He followed, then stepped up behind her, his chest flush against her back. “If you want this, Miss Lautner … if you want us to both fuck you, show us how much.”
She sounded innocent when she said, “How do I do that, Prof
essor Cavanaugh?”
“Take our clothes off.”
I heard her exhale roughly as I rummaged through the desk drawer, retrieving the items I needed.
I joined them as Jamie began stripping Cav. She took her time with his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping, slowly sliding them down his hips as she went to her knees before him.
Cav placed his hand on her head, stared down at her. “I want to feel your mouth on my cock.”
Wary eyes peered up at him and I smiled. She was enjoying this. There wasn’t a hint of fear on her face, just lust. And the role-playing was doing it for her the same as it was for us.
This was what I wanted, I decided.
To play with them, to have these moments when the three of us could step out of the real world and enjoy ourselves. No plans, no expectations.
All along I’d been trying to structure my world around my needs instead of the other way around. Rather than simply living, I’d had my own preconceived notions of how this was supposed to go. I didn’t want a full-time submissive after all. I wanted a life, a relationship. Love. I wanted this.
“Ah, cupcake,” Cav sighed. “Your mouth feels so good.” His hand tightened in her hair. “Suck me.”
Jamie stared up at him as he pumped his hips, sliding over her glistening lips. My own cock throbbed in response. I wanted to feel her mouth on me.
Rather than wait for her to strip me, I took care of it myself before coming to stand beside Cav. I fisted my cock, holding it directly in front of Jamie’s face.
“My turn, sweetness,” I rasped. “Show me how much you love my dick.”
With one hand curled around Cav’s cock, she took me in her mouth, stroked him. She alternated for long minutes, driving the tension between the three of us higher with every passing second.
When I knew I couldn’t take much more, I pulled out of her grip and took a seat on the chair. “Come here, sweetness. I want you to sit on my cock.”
Cav helped her to her feet, and on shaky legs, Jamie moved walked over. Within seconds, she was straddling me, my cock pressing intimately against her pussy.
“Put me inside you,” I commanded, watching the way her chest rose and fell with every labored breath. “All the way inside you.”
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