Chapter 6
The Wolf
Has a gentle bite
When the bell rings, and we get up to leave for our first practicum, Mr. Onassis asks me to stay behind.
Once everyone else has left, he invites me up to his desk. Naturally, I assume he wants to discuss my scene with Mischief just now, but I’m surprised when he says, “I wanted to check in with you about your scene with Tono Nosaka.”
Tears well up in my eyes unexpectedly. I’m struck by how much he genuinely cares about me as his student. “We did not get done until three, but that extra time was needed. The truth is…the entire session had a huge impact on me.”
“That was evident today,” he states with a slight smile. “When the girl who never raises her hand volunteers, and is bold enough to come up front, I know something significant has shifted.”
I laugh in embarrassment. “To be honest, I even shocked myself…but I have no regrets!”
He glances at the clock. “Well, I shouldn’t detain you any longer.”
“But I do have a question, if that’s okay?”
He nods. “Ask away, Miss Lane.”
“Have you heard anything about Miss Diaz? She didn’t join us on the plane when we returned from Barcelona, and I’m worried about her.”
His gaze softens, and a warm smile spreads across his lips.
“I can assure you that she is doing well.” He pauses for a moment before explaining, “Miss Diaz has been a respected member of our local BDSM community for several years. Unfortunately, she lost her Master eight months after her collaring. In her grief, she also lost a part of herself. It was the reason I encouraged her to take this class…so she could reconnect with that part of herself which once brought her joy.”
“But why did she stay in Barcelona?”
“Her Master had a close friend who lives there, and the two often traveled to Barcelona to visit him. I was told that when Miss Diaz spotted him at the auction, she was impatient to get on the stage.”
I chuckle softly. “I remember how happy she looked…”
“It gladdens my heart to hear that. From what I’ve been told, the two spent the entire afternoon talking after he won her bid at the auction, and it rekindled the spark she thought she’d lost. When it came time to return home, she asked the Headmaster for permission to stay.”
I frown, sad to think that I might never see the Lone Wolf again. “Do you think Miss Diaz will ever come back?”
He shrugs. “I’m not sure.” Glancing at the clock again, he states, “You should have enough time to catch up with the others if you hurry, Miss Lane.”
As I head toward the door, Mr. Onassis calls out, “Miss Lane, I applaud your courage.”
I look back at him shyly, unsure how to respond to his praise. But as I rush to catch up with my classmates, I have to admit I feel a deep sense of pride.
I am brave.
Near the end of the evening, I’m surprised when the Headmaster calls me up to join him on the stage.
Both Michelle and Amethyst have scened with the Headmaster—but not me.
Feeling nervous about scening with the Headmaster himself, I stumble as I’m walking up to the stage and hear Beefcake from his seat.
When I look up into the Headmaster’s ocean blue eyes, the attraction I’ve been avoiding for this man only seems to intensify.
On stage, Headmaster Wallace carries an air of tightly controlled wildness about him—like anything could happen.
My stomach flutters when the Headmaster takes my hand and pulls me by his side. He then snaps his fingers, and I see a large table descend from above us.
“I assume you’ve performed oral sex simultaneously with a partner before?” he asks in a loud, clear voice for the benefit of my classmates.
I snort with amusement, but quickly correct myself and answer respectfully. “If you mean have I sixty-nined, then the answer is yes, Headmaster.”
He raises an eyebrow and states, “I’m about to take it to a new level.”
My heart skips a beat. I have no idea what the Headmaster could mean by that.
After the low-set table settles on the stage floor, Headmaster Wallace looks up again. I follow his gaze and see something that looks like a purple leather harness slowly descending.
“Curious?” he asks with a mischievous grin.
Does the Headmaster know how dangerous that smile is?
I force myself to look away in an attempt to calm my racing heart.
He says in a low tone meant only for me, “I planned something simple based on the progress I noticed last night when you were under Nosaka’s care.”
I turn my head in surprise and ask, “You watched our scene?”
“Of course. As Headmaster, it’s important that I monitor your scenes.
” He then states in a more serious tone, “As my student, it is my duty to keep you safe, Miss Lane. Since I knew this would prove a difficult challenge for you, I kept watch on the closed-circuit TV and was prepared to intervene if necessary.”
A warm current travels through my body knowing that the Headmaster was watching over me the entire time. I have never felt so cared for…
But then the reality of how long the session was hits me, and I frown. “I’m sorry it didn’t end until three.”
Shaking off my concern, he assures me, “It was an important session that could not be rushed.” Headmaster Wallace reaches up to unhook the leather harness swinging on the chain and turns to face me.
With an alluring gleam in his eye, he asks, “Are you ready to be challenged?”
My body tingles in anticipation when I answer yes.
“You will address me as Faelan during this scene,” he states in a voice that reverberates with Dominant energy.
My eyes widen when I hear the name, because I’m familiar with the Gaelic language from my time watching Outlander, and I know that it means “young wolf.”
I have to admit I’m turned on by the sexy title he has chosen.
He notices my reaction and whispers, “No need to be frightened, little girl. I don’t bite…too hard.”
I’ve never seen this playful side of the Headmaster before. It leaves me feeling weak in the knees.
“Take off your clothes and stand before me.”
The tone of his voice inspires obedience, and I’m quick to comply. But then he holds out his hand to stop me. “Undress slowly, skye.”
I’m charmed by both his insistence that I take my time and the simple pet name he’s given me.
Being thoughtful of every movement I make, I slowly bare myself in front of our Headmaster.
I note that he doesn’t have the critical eye of a trainer.
Instead, he looks at me with heightened interest as I undress—as if he hasn’t seen my body many times before during the practicums. However, he doesn’t just stare at me with an air of hunger but also respect.
I find being the sole focus of his interest empowering, and my confidence grows as I lay the last piece of my uniform on the floor and stand before him.
Eying me intently, he informs me, “Tonight’s scene will build on what you worked on last night with Tono Nosaka.”
Despite the outpouring of emotions, good and bad, that overwhelmed me during last night’s session, I’m actually excited by Faelan’s challenge.
“Naturally, you are free to use your safeword,” he states, then looks me in the eyes. “But I don’t anticipate you’ll require it.”
Headmaster Wallace begins placing the elaborate harness around the trunk of my body, including my chest, belly, and thighs, and then secures it in the back with buckles.
It looks like a stylish costume piece. He then begins to strip in front of me, resembling a Greek God as he unbuttons his dress shirt and shows off his chest and California tan.
He winks at me as he quickly slips off his shoes, pants… and boxers.
I can’t help raising my eyebrows when I see how hard his cock is.
It’s obvious to everyone that he’s aroused by the scene he carefully constructed for me. I let out a surprised gasp when Headmaster Wallace leaps onto the table and holds out his hand to me.
“Join me, skye.”
I’m completely disarmed by this playful side of the Headmaster and gleefully take his hand as he helps me onto the table.
He lies down on it with his back to the audience and commands me to lie beside him. As I do, I feel the heat of his gaze drift over my body.
“A vanilla couple wanting to spice things up would lie down on the bed together like this. They would begin the session by kissing each other and letting their hands roam…”
I feel Faelan’s hand graze the curve of my hip before brushing his fingers lightly against my nipples. Even that light touch has my pussy aching with need. I reach out tentatively to run my hands over the toned muscles on his chest.
Oh, my God…