CHAPTER 5 #2
I smiled to myself. “Okay, let me rephrase. Should Jamie be added to the roster, would you be interested in helping out with the upcoming training class?”
“Of course,” he said quickly.
“I thought so. Oh, and one more thing.”
“Hit me.”
I decided to go all in, see how he reacted. “I’m going to expect a play-by-play of your date when you stop by tonight.”
“Is that so?’
“Yes. And we’ll see where we go from there.”
Cav inhaled sharply, but I hung up, not wanting to get too deep into that just yet. We would have plenty of time to see how it played out tonight.
I set my phone on my desk and stared at it. My dick was rock hard beneath my slacks, but I ignored the damn thing. I had too much shit to worry about right now, mainly the club I was managing and the training orientation that was starting…
“Shit.” I shot to my feet.
The damn thing had started five minutes ago.
When I walked into the training room a couple of minutes later, I scanned the many faces staring back at me. This class would start out completely full, a total of ten students, which hadn’t been the case for the past few classes.
“Good evening,” I greeted, watching the reactions from all the newbies.
The responses ranged from Hey to Good evening and only a couple of appropriate Good evening, Master Edges.
They would definitely be working on that.
“As you might’ve learned,” I explained to the group, looking from one face to the next as I spoke, “we’ve recently modified the four-week course.
While it’s still four weeks, we’ve expanded from three days a week to four.
You’re required to be here every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday night for four consecutive weeks, during which time you’ll be in the classroom as well as down in the club. ”
No one said anything, and only one man in the back appeared completely engaged, with his eyes lowered only slightly.
“Unlike other classes, you will not receive a syllabus for this one. There will be group exercises along with one-on-one time with assigned Dominants. Some of you will likely advance faster than others, but I will address each of your needs on an individual basis.”
All eyes remained on me.
“If you’re wondering where the fourth day comes in, that’ll be on Friday.
As a trainee, you are required to volunteer, working the stations according to necessity.
I generally save that for after the class concludes, but I’d like to observe your interactions on a casual basis.
That means you’ll be at Dichotomy four days every week for a minimum of two hours per night.
If anyone has a problem with this schedule, please see me afterward to discuss. ”
As I explained the outline of events to come, I briefly wondered why I hadn’t suggested that Jamie sign up for this course from the very beginning.
Back when Ransom pulled the stunt. Rather than get involved with her directly, I could’ve appeased Zeke and had someone else train her.
Regardless, I figured this would be beneficial to her, an experience she likely wouldn’t get anywhere else.
Of course, I would have to give Zeke a heads-up.
The man would need to know his sister was going to be here, and if he wasn’t careful, he could catch her in some compromising positions.
Should I also tell him that I would not allow another Dominant—aside from Cav—to touch her?
Perhaps that would make him feel a little better.
Interesting twist. You just come up with that?
Actually, yes. And I wasn’t sure where the idea came from.
Where that possessiveness came from, either.
Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be able to do that.
It would result in far too many questions, and the last thing I wanted was to stir the pot at the club.
The members managed that well enough on their own.
They’re waiting.
Shit.
“Tonight is the only night you’ll get away with inappropriate responses,” I told the class.
“Starting the moment you step into the first training class, you will belong to me and the other Masters here at Dichotomy, which means you will show us the respect we’ve earned.
I can assure you, you will be punished anytime you do not respond accordingly, anytime you violate one of the rules.
When you signed up, you stated you had a good understanding of submission in its basic form. I expect that to be true.”
A couple of women in the back stared blankly at me as though they had no idea what I was referring to.
“And to ensure we’re all on the same page, I’m going to give you a test.” I smirked. “This will be the only written test during the entire course, by the way. So, appreciate it while you can.”
Without looking back at them, I exited the room, allowing my training partner—Cambria—to handle the rest. I offered a smile and a thank you as I passed her, then silently wished the class good luck.
I knew that by the time the class officially started, we would be down to nine.
By the following Friday, we’d be down to the seven or eight who would make it all the way. I also knew which ones would be gone.
Yet there was only one submissive whom I was truly interested in training. And she wasn’t even in the room.
Jamie
I couldn’t remember ever being this nervous for a date.
Then again, I couldn’t remember the last date I went on.
It’d been a while, for sure. However, it wasn’t all that long ago, either.
His name was Edward, and we’d only gone out the one time.
It hadn’t been all that bad, but I figured that was because he’d taken me to a movie.
Anyone with sense knew that a movie on the first date was a bad idea.
After all, wasn’t the point of a date to get to know someone?
So yeah, from time to time, I let my hair down and tried my hand at the whole dating thing.
But for the most part, I kept myself preoccupied with school.
I’d been that way for most of my life. Having lost my parents at a young age, I’d had other pressing things on my mind.
Boys were never a factor. Throughout high school, I’d focused on my education because that was what my grandparents wanted.
When my grandmother died, I’d been at a loss, not quite sure where I belonged.
The only constant I’d really had in my life was Zeke, and I’d made an attempt not to be a burden on him.
And while he sometimes irritated me with his highhanded behavior, I loved him more than I loved anyone.
He took care of me. Not just financially by paying for my apartment, but also by being there for me.
We made it a point to go to breakfast every Friday just to keep up with the goings-on in each other’s lives.
I wasn’t sure what I would do without him.
Needless to say, I had kept myself closed off, and now, at the age of twenty-four, I was ready to experience life to the fullest. I figured that was why I was so looking forward to my time with Cav and Edge.
They’d awakened something inside me that had been long dormant, and I wanted to explore it further.
I didn’t know what to expect from either of them and found myself drifting into daydreams during class, trying to figure out what I was going to wear on my date with Cav.
I was one of those students who was always attentive, taking notes, asking questions, so I was sure my professor thought something was wrong.
Luckily for me, he was far too interested in the lesson to be worried about me mentally drifting to another classroom altogether, one I had yet to be in.
Ever since Edge had brought up the submissive training class, I’d thought about it endlessly.
I’d even logged in to the club’s website to see if I could get more information.
Not surprisingly, there weren’t any details.
That hadn’t stopped the daydreams about two Doms slipping into the teacher role. Professor Edge and Professor Cav. Those had a nice ring to them. Sexy, wicked, teaching me all the things I wanted to know about Domination and submission.
Oh, my. That induced some very enticing fantasies. Fantasies I couldn’t indulge in right now because … well, because my actual professor was now addressing the class. And unfortunately, his eyes had just landed on me.
Crap.
Two hours later, I was parking my car in front of my apartment building, dragging my book bag out with me. When I got to my door, I found a note telling me I had a delivery and I could pick it up at the office.
Figuring it was an package, I considered holding off. But what if it was something I could use for my date tonight? From time to time, I would splurge on makeup, and I did have a few things on subscription—razors, shampoo, conditioner, face wash. Those might come in handy.
Knowing I needed to waste a little time before I started getting ready, I got back in my car and steered my way to the complex office.
To my absolute shock and delight, wasn’t the sender of this particular delivery.
No, I couldn’t imagine they had a reason to send me the most beautiful orchid arrangement I’d ever seen in my life.
“Who are those from?” the leasing agent asked with a smile.
“I’m thinking they’re from my date tonight.” At least I hoped they were.
“There’s a card.”
Yes, there was. But I wasn’t about to open it here. “I think I’ll let it be a surprise for a little while longer.” With a wave and a smile, I carried the flowers back out to my car.
It wasn’t until I was in my apartment, the door closed and locked behind me, that I unclipped the small envelope and opened it to reveal the card.
Cupcake,
I look forward to tonight. To help you get into the spirit of D/s, I’ve got some additional instructions regarding your clothing. Should you want to explore this further, send me a text and request my instructions.
Cav
Holy shit. Should I text him? Was I really going to do this?