CHAPTER 9 #3
Then again, I could’ve been getting ahead of myself.
Who said anything would happen? Who even said sex would be involved?
I mean, I’d read plenty of scenes that didn’t involve penetration of any kind.
Perhaps that was what they were planning.
After all, there were a lot of logistics involved in BDSM.
Contracts, safe words, rules, etc. Maybe that was what we would delve into.
“God, I hope not,” I muttered to myself.
If I were being completely honest, I wasn’t interested in the technicalities.
That wouldn’t have been the case a week ago.
Then again, a week ago, I hadn’t gone out with them, hadn’t spent time with my lips melded to theirs.
My thoughts instantly shifted to the night in Cav’s truck, the way he had teased my breast with his hot mouth…
That was what I wanted. I wanted to be reckless, to let this out-of-control feeling free.
I wanted the experience. And not merely the BDSM aspect, although I definitely wanted to explore that avenue.
The door opened and Edge appeared, successfully pulling me from my wandering thoughts. He shoved his hand through his hair, then rasped it down over his face as he approached.
“Is something wrong?” I felt as though I’d asked that too many times tonight.
“No, sweetness. Not at all.”
Just like the other times he’d referred to me that way, my body warmed from the inside out.
“What movie would you like to watch?”
I stared at him as though he’d grown two heads.
I didn’t know exactly what I’d expected him to say, but it certainly wasn’t that. Part of me had thought they were in that room, setting up a scene. Getting their equipment ready.
“Movie?” Edge smirked. “I’ve ordered the pizza. It’ll be here shortly.”
Pizza and a movie.
So he’d been serious? That was okay.
He nodded toward my glass. “Would you like more wine?”
“Sure.”
I watched as he reached for my glass, then wandered back toward the kitchen.
“What movie did you decide on?” Cav prompted when he walked into the room.
I stared at him, not sure what to say to that. It was a simple question. One any idiot should’ve been able to answer, but I seemed to be at a loss for words.
“What’s wrong, cupcake?”
“I … uh…”
Edge reappeared, passing over my glass before picking up a remote and clicking a few buttons.
“Apple TV,” he explained. “Any movie you can think of.”
He passed over the remote, then disappeared while Cav took a seat beside me. A moment later, Edge was back, this time passing a glass over to Cav before joining us on the sofa.
“Relax, sweetness,” he whispered. “No expectations tonight.”
I forced a smile. “Yes. No expectations.”
In an effort to relax, I took the remote from Edge and began flipping through options for movies.
“Action? Comedy?” I asked.
“Why don’t we check out this Fifty Shades of Grey you mentioned?”
My head jerked toward Edge. “Seriously?”
He nodded, took a long swallow from his drink. I watched his throat work, felt the heat extending into my limbs.
“All right. You asked for it,” I teased.
A few minutes later, the three of us had settled in.
I had downed my wine, then declined another when Edge offered.
Twenty minutes in, Edge received a phone call.
He disappeared with the explanation that he had to get the pizza.
I allowed myself to get distracted by the movie, trying my best not to think about the two hot men I was currently alone with.
When Edge returned, he took on the role of polite host, dishing out pizza before joining us. Before I knew it, the movie was concluding.
“That’s it?” Cav asked. “They’ve left a lot of things up in the air.”
“Oh, no,” I assured him. “There are more movies.”
“Really?” Edge didn’t sound all that impressed. He glanced past me to Cav. “If that’s been your education so far, I’ve got a few things to teach you.”
Heat spiraled through me as I recognized the intent in his gaze. It was similar to the night at the club, when he had laid it all on the line as to how this would go between us.
“Will you teach me?” My breath hitched in my chest. “Tonight?”
Edge seemed to consider that for a moment, then got to his feet, held out his hand. I took it. When I stood, we were close enough I was forced to look up into his face. When his fingers pressed under my chin, I let the warmth of his skin ease my tension.
“You want to know what it’s like for a submissive in my training class?”
I nodded.
“At this point, they would’ve signed contracts, determined their safe word, completed their limits list, amongst other things.” He nodded toward the television. “Since they’ve got that part covered, we’ll skip it tonight.”
“Okay.”
“But you will be completing those should you officially join the class.” He smiled.
I couldn’t help but smile in return.
He leaned in, pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth. “Tonight, we’ll let you set the pace.”
Probably not a smart idea to tell him I was ready to do this at a run.
“One step at a time,” he continued, his lips grazing the other corner of my mouth.
“Do I need a safe word?” I asked on a breathless moan as his hands curled over my hips.
His tongue slid over my lips, and I sighed.
“This isn’t a scene. You won’t need one.”
Need one what? I was lost in the warmth of his body, my brain scrambled from the heat racing in my veins.
He pulled back, stared into my eyes. “Sweetness?”
“I’m sorry. I just… You distract me, Professor.” A rush of heat blossomed inside me.
His eyes flashed with heat at the same time my eyes widened in horror. I couldn’t believe I said that. I couldn’t believe I’d allowed that fantasy to intrude.
“Professor?”
“Yes.” I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling, a storm brewing within. The heat was almost unbearable, the lust he stirred inside me. Until them, I’d never felt that way before and I prayed it didn’t end. “It’s a fantasy I’ve had. About you and Cav.”
The warmth of Edge’s body disappeared as he took a step back. “Give me a minute.”
Edge backed away, then walked toward the kitchen. I glanced down at Cav, dividing my attention between them both, not sure what was happening. They shared a look, followed by a nod from Edge, and I knew they had something planned for me.
The thought had my insides quaking, my knees going weak.
Cav held out his hand. “Come here, cupcake.”
I placed my hand in his, allowed him to turn me to face him. “Kneel, please.”
Oh, God. I’d read about these instances, and admittedly, the thought of kneeling always got my blood pumping. It took me a second because I was trembling, but I managed to situate myself on my knees before him.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Absolutely.” I smiled, wanting to see the same heat I’d seen in Edge’s eyes. “I’m sure, Professor.”
An expletive rolled off his tongue as he pulled my mouth to his, crushing our lips together. I could feel how he felt, the energy that coursed through him. Having me call him that definitely did something to him. And me as well.
“That’s the only rule tonight. That’s how you’ll refer to us. At all times.”
“Yes, Professor.”
His eyes warmed another degree, and it made me feel powerful to know that I was capable of doing that to him. I made a mental note of that for my notebook.
“If at any point you feel uncomfortable, I expect you to speak up. Understand?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“I know you’ve got very little experience in this realm, so we’ll go slow.”
“I don’t need slow.”
He swallowed hard, then nodded his head. “Be careful what you wish for, cupcake.”
I’d been wishing for this all along, so it wasn’t exactly new. I wanted these men, and to be fair, I was tired of going slow.
He leaned back, his heated gaze raking over me. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”
Yes. Let’s.
“When you’re ready, I want you to stand in the middle of the room, hands clasped behind your back.”
With Cav’s assistance, I got to my feet, wandered toward the middle of the room. As I stood there, both men came to stand in front of me.
“We’ll start by providing you some basic knowledge of the BDSM realm, sweetness,” Edge stated, his tone clipped with that hard edge I was familiar with.
“I’m not sure I understand, Professor,” I told him truthfully.
“As you might’ve read”—he glanced at the television—“or seen, and I use those terms lightly because experience in this lifestyle cannot safely be learned through fiction—”
I couldn’t help but smile. He did have a point.
“—but, as you might’ve read, there are many different variations of Domination and submission, all of which are tailored to meet the needs of those involved.
You have sexual Dominants, those who merely dominate in the bedroom, the same with sexual submissives, who simply like to be dominated during sex.
There are Lifestyle Dominants and submissives who establish high protocol and incorporate their roles into their daily lives.
Within the lifestyle, you have Master/slave, Sadist/masochist, Daddy/babygirl, Primal/prey, and so on and so forth.
Some Dominants prefer multiple submissives, and vice versa.
As I said, it’s tailored to the individuals involved. ”
While I’d read about a few of those, there were several I hadn’t heard of yet. Although I wished I had a chance to jot this down, I didn’t care all that much. I just wanted him to keep talking. And to touch me. That was the most important.
“My training class is geared toward submissives looking to interact appropriately in my club. So that’s the area we’ll explore.”
Exploring was good. Really good.
“As far as I’m concerned, this is for educational purposes only.” He paused, studied me. “After all, that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
I swallowed hard. It was all I could do.
CAV
Jamie’s answer was going to be pivotal in the direction this evening took. Hell, it would lay the path for everything going forward.