by M. Q. Barber
Their heat throbbed in her chest and rooted her to the floor. In her imagination, Henry lowered his zipper, stood his cock upright, and ordered Jay to his knees. Her lovers sang with muffled whimpers and low-toned growls.
“See me after class.” Stern-voiced, Henry lifted his chin. “Be prepared to show your work.”
In a full-body shudder, Jay dropped his head back. “Oh yeah. This room works for me.”
“Show-off.” She teased through her laughter. In the contest for her favorite Jay, happy, sexy, confident Jay won hands-down. He’d challenged some insecurities Wednesday at tea. Henry’s presence today made boundary-pushing safer. Still, he surprised the hell out of her, giving his playfulness a sexual charge in front of their hostess.
“The room ought to do fine, Emma, thank you.” Henry patted the teacher’s desk and left it behind, striding down the aisle with a disciplinarian’s focus. “The atmosphere might encourage our pupils to be attentive.”
The blackboard at the front held chalk in the tray. She battled the perverse urge to write Master Henry in elegant script and claim the seat beside Jay. Not their purpose today. Maybe another time. Leaving the chalk, she wiped dust from her fingers.
“I can have the staff bring in a whiteboard setup if you’d prefer.” As Henry measured the space, Emma tracked him with a subtle swivel. “Though the old-school blackboard seems more your speed.”
Jay chortled. Henry barked a laugh. Emma smiled with a touch of pink in her cheeks.
Alice pasted on a grin. Henry’s aversion to technology and appreciation for the personal touch wasn’t a secret, but Emma’s familiarity nudged the border of flirtation.
“No board necessary, Em. A static presentation wouldn’t suit our purpose.” Finishing his circuit, Henry laid his hand on Jay. “I’ve no intention of dictating to our guests. I am not their master. Encouraging and modeling discussion and interaction they take home to their partners or practice as they seek new ones matters far more than a list of rules on any board.”
With a graceful nod, Emma conceded. “I’ll leave you to it. I’m certain your able helpers will keep your hunger for power in check.”
Distinguishing friendly teasing from patronizing condescension on Emma’s lips proved impossible. Or she needed to get her ears examined. Insecurity wouldn’t show up in a routine physical, though.
Jay dug his shoulder into Henry’s hip. “We’ll keep him focused. If he’s lean and hungry all morning, he’ll make a meal of us—I mean, of power—tonight.”
Laughing, Emma bid them farewell.
* * * *
Four arrivals, and every one a man.
At Henry’s command, Jay hopped to on greeter duty. The room swelled with a mix of masculine swagger and self-conscious laughter. At least the smell didn’t mimic a locker room.
Standing with Henry behind the teacher’s desk, she stayed in his orbit. They’d run through the class twice Thursday at home, a great non-sex distraction but also preparation for what Henry would expect of his assistants. Making everyone comfortable enough to listen and participate topped the list. Bro-wattage bursting the meter, Jay locked that shit down.
A fifth prospective student hovered in the hall. Yet another twentysomething male, this one in jeans and a logo t-shirt.
Stepping out, Jay extended his hand. “Hey, I’m Jay. You here for class? My dom’s coaching. Handing out tips for offense, defense, special teams—any position you’re looking to play, this class is gonna up your game.”
The student’s response faded beneath the others’ chatter.
With an equally quiet reply, Jay jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
Leaning around him, the baby-faced new guy stared through the open door at her and Henry. “Dude, no way.”
Jay rocked on his heels. “All mine, man. I’m serious—you work on the approach and knowing what you wanna offer, and it’s starting line every night.”
“Fuck, it’s third-string out here. You hustle hard and you’re lucky you get three minutes of playing time all season.”
“I remember. Once that desperation gets in your head, the game’s over. The only offers come from teams you gotta say no to, but you won’t, because who the hell else is bidding, right? Warps your skills. You gotta say no. You got to.”
“This the shit your class is gonna teach?”
“Hell yeah.”
Student number five sauntered inside.
For a man who hated carnivals, Jay made a top-notch barker. He roped in a sixth and a seventh, the noise level rising with each addition.
Henry stayed out of the fray, assessing his troops from the bunker behind Desk Hill.
Turning her back to the room, Alice relaxed against the desk. Nice ass-height. Comfy resting spot. “Are they what you expected?”
“More or less.” He matched her quiet tone. “Perhaps not what you imagined?”
“I thought there’d be fewer guys.” Or none, or ones less rowdy and more—submissive. “The tea only had Jay.”
“Early afternoon, midweek, with talk and sharing as the stated objective, favors a different crowd than the weekend lure of actionable information to assist in acquiring a partner.” Hands clasped behind his back, Henry bent to her ear. “More than a few men enjoy being ruled by a powerful woman. The poster image for the scene, as it were—the whip-wielding, leather-clad woman in spiked heels with a male pet—is a classic for a reason.”
Intoxication. Submissives drank in dominance like a cocktail fusing with their cells, pushing arousal toward the critical line between heightened awareness and subspace. “You think they’re all looking for one?”
“Possibly.” He surveyed the milling students. “Professional dominatrices do good business, but pay-for-play isn’t allowed here, and sex is rarely included in a professional session.” As his eyes narrowed, he gained a bristling undertone in his voice. “Expert amateurs are less common, and these men might welcome any edge to attract one.”
A couple of the guys had abandoned the pretense of conversation in favor of watching her. She added her stare to Henry’s.
The tall, wide-eyed blond bumped a desk in his retreat. The stocky crewcut bowed his head and gazed up at her, his grin slow and spreading.
Holy shit. “They think I’m—”
Henry hauled her along the desk. As he boxed her in and dipped her backward, she caught herself on his chest. The smooth underside of his jaw where he’d shaved this morning invited her tongue.
Sighing, she tipped her head. Behind her, the submissive had traded his smile for a pouty sulk. She bit back a laugh. “Guess they don’t see me in charge anymore.”
“They don’t need to.” Alpha posturing satisfied, Henry resettled her upright. “Jay delights in your control.”
“But leather and heels? A whip?” Not in a million years.
“Jay likes pain for the sake of pain no more than you do.” Henry kissed her temple. “But he’d enjoy playing your pet for a day.” Green eyes flashed.
Shivering, she fingered his shirt. A thinking Henry was a creative one, and a creative Henry showed his love in panty-drenching performances.
“A consideration for a later date.” Glancing away, he smiled. “We have other obligations.”
On approach, Jay waggled his eyebrows. “In a compromising position with the teacher, Alice? Afraid you’re getting an A-minus, wanna boost that grade?”
“Says the student who begged for a shot at extra credit.”
“You can earn yours now.” Reaching under Henry’s arm, he tugged her wrist. “Collect a student for me. Your fan stalker’s hanging out in the hall.”
“Her what?” Henry took a half-step toward the door.
“Tease.” Hopping off the desk, she smacked the back of her hand against Jay’s chest. “I think he means the church mouse from tea.”
“Hey, she took my seat and made big eyes at you.” Hands spread wide, Jay poured on the arched-brow, pouty-lipped
puppy stare. “Total stalker move. I can’t be letting other subs think you’re not taken.”
Men. First Henry, now Jay.
“You’re adorably possessive.” Kissing Jay’s cheek, she checked in with Henry. “Mind if I—” She nodded at the door.
“Please.”
She popped outside. Fifteen feet down the hall, Leah took deep breaths and studied the floor. Or her shoes, pale yellow sandals matching her sundress. Operation good cheer, act one: The greeting. “Hi, Leah.”
Leah jumped.
“It’s nice to see you again.” Pretending she hadn’t witnessed the reaction, she covered the ground between them and stuck out her hand. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Hi, Alice.” Leah fiddled with the closed top button of her thin cardigan. The shade about matched her blush. “I didn’t know, either.”
“You decided at the last minute?” Handshake maneuver sputtering out, she went for the girl version, linking elbows. Smooth as a machine-tumbled stone. “I bet you know all this stuff already. You have a master, right?”
“Master dropped me off downstairs. He said this class would be good for me.” Leah rubbed one foot against the back of her other leg. “Master says I have to develop my confidence. Do you think he’d be disappointed in me for not going right in?”
“I think we can walk in together, and class will be fantastic.” Estimating what Leah’s dominant would make of her behavior would be looking into a data black hole. “Do you always call him ‘Master’?”
“As much as I can.” Strolling at her side, Leah kept her head down, but the tightness in her body unwound. “Always at his home and inside this club. I have to get special permission anywhere else.”
“Sounds like a deep commitment.” Asking whether her devotion to the man or the lifestyle had come first would be too personal. Leah forming complete sentences counted as a victory. “Have you been together long?”
“Since last semester. Master’s a professor. Not my professor.” Tightening her grip on Alice’s arm, Leah shot her a hasty glance. “He’s not like that.”
“A man with ethical standards.” Her pair stood chatting beside the blackboard. “I know a few. Good guys to hang on to.” She steered Leah to the front. At least Jay would be a familiar face for her to start socializing. “Sweetheart, look who I found.”
“Miss Leah. I remembered you being taller.” Delivering an over-the-top bow, Jay produced his gentlest charm smile. “I suppose that’ll happen when I spend all my time on the floor. I like to curl up there when I’m nervous, though.”
Blush in full flame, Leah offered a quiet, “me, too.”
Getting better. An encouraging nudge ought to help. “Leah, I’d like to introduce you to my master, Henry. He’s teaching the class.”
Head bowed, Leah stood silent.
“Good morning, Leah.” Henry rolled out his smooth baritone. “Did your master select your outfit for you?”
Studying the floor, Leah nodded.
“He chose well. He must care for you very much. Are you his pampered pet, submissive Leah?” He added stern emphasis on her title.
“He calls me kitten, sir,” Leah whispered. “He brushes my hair. I like that.”
“As you should. A well-behaved pet is her master’s joy.” Formal and polite, Henry kept his distance. “Please extend my regards to yours.”
Leah glanced up, her smile brief but sweet. “Thank you, sir, I will.”
Behind Leah’s back, Alice pointed two fingers toward the front row.
Henry issued a subtle nod. “Alice, perhaps you’d care to sit with your friend? Up front, please, where I may keep an eye on you.”
“Thank you, sir.” Infusing the teasing title with warmth, she kissed his cheek. Love lived in moments when their intellectual gears turned in synchronized motion. Made the tune-ups worth the work.
While she coaxed Leah into shedding some shyness, Jay ushered in a trio of women and a handful of stragglers.
Checking his watch, Henry called to Jay. “That’s time. The door, please.”
They’d drawn a crowd of eleven men and six women. Not bad for a first class with a limited publicity window. Taking the seat behind her, Jay dragged his desk closer.
Henry tugged his shirt cuffs into neat alignment. “Those of you concerned about the potential for sexual acts today may relax. I expect this class will prove to be the most people and the least action this room has hosted in its long history.”
Laughter emerged from a dozen students.
“Those of you hopeful about the potential for sexual acts today”—Henry delivered a stern frown at Crewcut Boy who’d eyed her up—“I’m sorry to say you’ll be disappointed.”
Sitting sideways in her front-row corner seat, she oscillated between his casual command and the attendees’ intense concentration. Talk of the club’s formal reporting policy for harassment and line-crossing caused dropped gazes and strained faces.
“No one desires to have their consensual kinks become fodder for the court system. That’s understandable.” Ignoring the furtive nods, Henry removed his suit coat, folded it neatly, and laid it across the desk. “All the more reason we must take special care to police ourselves.”
“Report somebody, right.” The tall blond who’d retreated under her scrutiny hunched over his crossed arms. “Like the response won’t be, ‘You’re a sub, you were asking for it.’”
Worming his hands around her chair back, Jay found sanctuary beneath her arm. She twined their thumbs together.
“You all met Emma when you arrived?” Henry waited for a nod, mumble, or respectful yes, sir from the entire class. “Trust her discretion. If you wish to privately alert the club to a troublesome member, ask for her downstairs. If not for yourself, then for the safety of future players.” Sighing, he settled against the front of the desk. “But after the fact isn’t ideal, is it? The hurt has been dealt. The pain gnaws with little rat teeth, a dull ache and a sharp pinch you cannot shake. Shame. Self-doubt.”
Five bewildered faces floated in a sea of seventeen. The rest followed the current with the tight shoulders, thin lips, and knowing eyes Jay shared.
“If you find yourself beyond your limits and wish to stop mid-scene, the club’s current policy requires the recognition of universal safewords—green for go, yellow for caution, red for stop.” Henry enunciated each with crisp care. “A shout of ‘red’ will draw the attention of monitors or other players to assist.”
If she’d understood safewords worked outside scenes and been able to get the word out, her first visit would’ve gone a hell of a lot differently.
“Our hoped-for outcome is to avoid that situation.” Somber and intent, Henry projected fear-easing confidence with his wide stance and steady voice. “Though the goal isn’t always possible, knowledge and skills bring it closer.”
Standing in front of Cal, her throat tight and her heart racing, she’d thought only of protecting Jay. Her cry for help borrowed more from a dominant challenge than a submissive surrender.
Squeezing her hand, Jay puppy-tilted his head.
She squeezed back, her headshake a subtle it’s nothing. Not now, anyway. She’d talk about their encounter later, if any attendees raised a related question and Henry called on her to elaborate.
“Just as we educate our dominant members to respect limits, we encourage our submissive members to set limits.”
The wave of reactions spanned tart nods and slouched shoulders, eager smiles and skeptical stares. In his slow scan, Henry no doubt assessed and catalogued each.
“As saying ‘no’ can be difficult, we will practice, today, the art of bargaining—saying no and saying no without saying no.” He clapped once. “Lecture over.”
Reassigning seats, he set off a flurry of movement. Like snowflakes, the class drifted into position.
“Rows one and four, you’ll stay in these places. You’re dominants in this exercise. You command t
he space.”
She held back a laugh at the straightening backs and stern expressions of trying-on-dominance rippling down the outer rim.
“Two and three, you’ll rotate clockwise.” Finger twirling, Henry demonstrated the speed-dating style exercise. “With each topic, you’ll start from scratch, negotiating with a new dominant. Submissives, your answer is always no. I want to see a robust defense.”
Wide eyes and deep breaths spread like a contagion. By the end of class, they ought to see more confident determination. Hoped to, at least.
“Dominants, first round: Convince your potential partner he or she is exceptionally special to you despite your ten-minute acquaintance and that you know a private, intimate place the two of you ought to go.” Slipping into the last open seat, Henry evened out the pairings. “Begin.”
Alice mimicked a guy-lean and touched the desk across from her. “I’m feeling this great long-term energy between us, but I want you comfortable enough to be honest. The crowd’s got you rattled. All these people judging you. How about I take you somewhere private and we talk about making your fantasies real. Would you like that?”
Leah blushed. “You sound like a nice dominant.”
This could take a while.
Chapter 4
Henry might hate a mid-afternoon surprise. He might strip her, tie her to the bed, and leave her until he deemed the hour a fitting time for play.
As Alice walked the four blocks between the subway platform and home, the eighty-three percent of her not nervous about his reaction to her new implant eagerly anticipated his arousal. In her favorite scenario, she barely got the words out before he yanked her pants down and fucked her against the door.
He wouldn’t. Part of her wanted him to want to, begged him to lose control the way she did when he touched her. That split fell closer to sixty-forty. She depended on him to stay in control of her safety so she didn’t have to.
Maybe he’d bend her over the table for sentimental reasons.
She unlocked the apartment door, and—nothing. Sex god Henry might be, but he wasn’t omniscient. Laughing at herself, she dropped her things on the side table. As she toed off her shoes, their soft thud formed the sole sound in empty rooms.