Chapter 15
Beefcake Gets Grilled
I’m terrified
Monday morning comes way too fast, and I have to literally drag myself to each one of my piano lessons. Every muscle in my poor body is screaming after the sexual gymnastics I performed on the beach and the dancing I did afterward. I was such a fool!
But even more distressing for me is that Gwen still refuses to take my calls. So, I take solace in the fact that Anton has returned and I will be seeing him in a few days.
I’m certain everything will work itself out with Gwen…I just have to give her the space she needs.
After finishing the final lesson at the end of the day, I sit in my car and debate if I can skip class because of how drained I feel physically and mentally.
However, the moment I think of Anton, I know that is not an option.
Pulling myself together, I start up my car and begin the long trek through stop-and-go traffic to the Luxe Escape.
I’m so grateful I did when I walk into Mr. Onassis’s classroom and see the stack of evaluations on his desk. I’d completely forgotten about them! I can’t wait to read what Rafael thought of our time together.
I appreciate the auction evaluations because it lets me know what my Dom thought about our time together.
Wouldn’t that be cool in real life? To go out on a date and know the next day if there was a real connection, instead of some guy wasting your time and eventually ghosting you?
There are so many things about the Training Center that I wish could be translated into the everyday world.
The biggest one is the open and honest communication required in BDSM.
As Mr. Onassis passes out the evaluations, he congratulates several of my classmates on their improvements. When he stops at my table, however, he looks at me but says nothing as he places the evaluation in front of me.
It’s hard for me not to take that as a bad sign, and I wait a moment before flipping to the first page. I don’t think my heart can handle it if Rafael rated me poorly.
“I will speak to you after class,” Mr. Onassis tells Nash with a curt nod before sliding his evaluation to him.
Nash puffs out his chest and grins at Russo like an idiot. I swear, if that jerk scores better than I do I’m going to lose it.
When I quickly scan through the pages, my heart skips a beat at the words “failed to follow a simple instruction”.
Bracing myself for the worse, I dive in…
Although Miss Lane failed to follow a simple instruction twice before my scene with her officially began, I cannot hold it against her.
Given the circumstances, I consider it a healthy reaction when being taken to a secluded beach by a stranger (vetted or not) and having that person drive off without explanation.
I cover my smile with my hand as I continue reading, loving that Rafael understood and defended my actions in his evaluation.
She embodied the woman I had imagined for the scene.
Based on her enthusiastic adherence to our role-play, I was pleasantly surprised since she is new to the submissive lifestyle.
Miss Lane’s oral skills exceeded my expectations, and I thoroughly enjoyed them.
However, I did notice moments of insecurity when it came to her body.
Her lack of confidence in herself detracted from her natural beauty. I trust that will be addressed.
I blush, both embarrassed and touched by his insights.
Rafael finishes my evaluation with,
I will look back on this day and our scene with great pleasure. 8/10
Not only am I pleased by the high score he’s given me, but I recognize that his final words are a play on the answer I gave him when he asked if I was happy that he was my winning Dom.
Oh, Rafael…
Grinning to myself, I glance over at Nash and am startled to see that all of the color has drained from his face.
“Is everything okay, Mr. Nash?” Mr. Onassis asks. “Although your Domme listed several areas for improvement, it is an acceptable score, and certainly nothing to be ashamed of.”
Nash nods in acknowledgement, but being seated close to him, I can see a real look of terror on his face as he stares at his paper.
A chill travels up my spine. I remember when he kept smashing his fist against the wall while repeatedly saying, “Stupid, stupid, stupid…” At the time, I thought his outburst was directed at me.
But then I recall the way he flinched outside the hotel last week in reaction to his mistress raising her hand.
I wonder if the two things are related. Is it possible that despite all of his bravado after this last auction, Nash deluded himself into thinking the Brazilian Domme would steal him away from his current situation?
Although it sounds a bit far-fetched when I think about it, seeing his look of terror has me second-guessing everything I thought I knew about the guy.
When Nash catches me staring at him, that fear instantly turns to rage that’s directed at me.
I immediately glance back down at my paper, fearful I have poked the bear without meaning to.
“The staff will be using these evaluations to further your training. So, I encourage you to study them thoroughly and apply what you’ve learned in future situations.”
I make a mental note not to look in Nash’s direction for the remainder of class, not wanting to give him any reason to harass me later.
Mr. Onassis grabs my attention when he informs the class that the theme for tonight’s lesson is pushing personal limits.
“We have stressed the importance of knowing your boundaries and stating them when you scene with a new Dominant. Should you find yourself playing out a scene and you feel a boundary is being crossed, you are expected to call out your safeword.”
I’ve certainly learned that lesson well.
“But in a healthy relationship, a long-term partner may push certain boundaries to encourage your growth.”
I sit up in my seat. Although the idea of that scares me, I realize that I experienced that recently with Tono Nosaka. He pushed a boundary I was scared to cross.
“When you are exploring those limits with someone you trust, you not only grow, but you may find that something you once feared becomes something you later enjoy.”
He smiles when he states, “It is a unique aspect of the BDSM dynamic that enriches the experience for both the Dominant and the submissive. With that in mind, the trainers will be pushing several boundaries this week based on your revised questionnaires.”
I swallow hard, uncertain if I like where this is headed…
During our break between practicums, I watch everyone dissecting the hors d’oeuvres set out for us this week, trying to figure out where the next auction will be held. In between, I keep glancing at Nash. He’s isolated himself and is seated in a chair facing the windows.
When Michelle notices, she gloats, “Looks like his Domme in Rio dressed him down. It’s about time!”
Amethyst and Tamara mutter their agreement.
When I tell them about the expression on his face while reading his evaluation, all three look pleased.
“He’s been such a tool. It serves him right,” Amethyst huffs.
Tamara agrees. “A submissive should never think so highly of themselves that they can’t accept criticism.”
I let out a troubled sigh. “Well, there’s something I never told you…” I voice my concern for Nash, sharing about the incident in the hallway and the possible link to his reaction with his Mistress.
But Michelle remains unconvinced. “Beefcake is just naturally an ass, and some BDSM partners have more assertive dynamics. It’s completely normal. I read about it all of the time in my books.”
Although I don’t consider romance novels an authority on the subject, I’ve heard that’s true. Still…
Unconcerned, Michelle takes a bite of a pastry with a sugary coating on top and suddenly looks startled. “Didn’t expect that be filled with chicken…but I like it.”
Amethyst and I chuckle at her reaction, but Tamara seems distracted.
“Hey, do any of you remember early in the course when Mr. Onassis was telling us that the submissive has the ultimate control, and Nash strongly disagreed?”
I don’t, but Amethyst nods.
“Yeah. I thought it was strange.”
“I did, too,” Tamara agrees. “And what he said next stuck with me. Nash claimed that his Domme had complete control, and he had to obey otherwise he’d get severely punished. I remember thinking at the time that I would never choose to live under that kind of dynamic.”
“I remember that too,” Amethyst agrees. “Knowing what a prick he is, I just assumed he must be hard to handle as a sub.”
“Maybe I should talk to Mr. Onassis about it…” I mutter, glancing in Nash’s direction.
“I think that’s a good idea,” Tamara tells me.
Although I hate the idea of making a fool of myself with Mr. Onassis if I’m wrong, I would hate it more if I kept silent when I suspected someone was being abusive to one of his students. I trust he will understand that I mean well by my bringing it to his attention.
For the first time, Dono Marcelo comes to collect us fifteen minutes later than usual. “We apologize for being off schedule. It is not something we take lightly as trainers, but it was unavoidable. Please follow me.”
When Nash is slow to get up and join the group, he gets a swift reprimand from the trainer. The look of dejection on his face is transformed into hatred the moment Nash notices me watching him.
You’re going to pay, he mouths.
When will I learn that sympathy for Beefcake is a wasted emotion?