CHAPTER 10
EDGE
I honestly hadn’t intended for my comment to redirect Jamie’s intentions in any way.
However, I had to say I was rather pleased with her decision to perform her submissive duties completely.
It said a lot about her desire to please.
And though I didn’t think she was doing this for the right reasons, I got the impression she was the all-in type, wanting the full experience when she committed to something.
I doubted she realized this was as much of a test of our willpower as it was hers. Seeing her in the corset at the club had been difficult. Seeing her in her panties and tank top in my living room had been trying. Seeing her naked … yeah, that was going to be painful.
But I would endure, and I knew Cav would as well. A man could not call himself a Dominant if he didn’t have complete self-control. Didn’t mean it couldn’t waver, a Dom simply couldn’t succumb to the temptation without careful consideration.
Neither of us said anything as Jamie slowly removed her tank top first, followed by the white polka-dotted bra that matched her panties.
Although she was doing rather well to hide her modesty, I could sense it.
Her need to push forward and do things that weren’t necessarily within her comfort zone was a trait I admired about her, one I admired in all submissives.
“As you might’ve determined by the name of the position, there is a reason for it.”
I observed as Cav positioned her into the Inspect pose. Standing tall, feet flat, legs wide, hands behind her neck, elbows pointed out, chest thrust forward.
“In this position, you will keep your eyes on your Dominant,” Cav instructed.
Jamie’s eyes shot to his face.
“As I said, you’ll pay close attention to the angles of your limbs. Your goal is to please your Dominant, and you keep this in mind with everything you do.”
My dick hardened as Cav stepped up, placed his hand on her chest, and slowly trailed his fingers downward.
It was obvious he was crossing the line between training and seducing the woman, but I wasn’t sure which was having more of an impact on her.
Jamie’s nipples pebbled tightly, and her breathing increased.
When his hands slid down over her stomach, stopping a few inches shy of her pelvic bone, I found myself holding my breath. I wanted to put my lips there, to see if her skin was as smooth as it looked.
Feeling the need to reel this back in, I cleared my throat.
“Just to clarify, when it comes to Master/slave roles, the training is far more intense. Slaves are taught when to assume these positions based on their Master’s desires.
For instance, some Masters require their slaves to assume the Present position when they enter or leave the room. ”
“Is this something you require, Professor?”
“No,” we stated in unison.
Jamie remained where she was but offered a slight nod of understanding.
“Remember the other night when we were in my truck?”
My attention shot to Cav, the words he spoke. I had yet to hear this story, but based on his tone, it sounded … interesting.
“Yes, Professor.”
I narrowed my eyes, waiting for what came next.
“When you called me a tease?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Why did she call you a tease?” I asked, not caring that I was overstepping here.
Cav moved around behind Jamie, his eyes meeting mine over her shoulder. “Explain to Edge what we were doing, cupcake.”
Jamie’s eyes were hot, her chest expanding faster now. “We were making out.”
“Making out?” I couldn’t hide the anger.
“Yes, Professor.” Her eyes remained locked on my face.
“Tell him what I did,” Cav whispered, his hands sliding up over her flat stomach, stopping just shy of cupping her breasts.
“He teased my breast with his mouth,” she said on a rush of air.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, Professor. Right up until he stopped suddenly.”
“That’s when she called me a tease,” Cav explained, using his hands to lower Jamie’s arms down to her sides. “Had that been at the club, I would’ve insisted you get into one of the two punishment positions I prefer. We’ve already determined they both require you to be naked.”
He cut his gaze to mine, but it didn’t linger.
“Anytime you take one of these two positions, at least for me, you’ll know you’ve earned punishment of some sort.”
“Like when I call you a tease?”
“Yes, cupcake. Like that.”
There was a hint of a smile, but she hid it quickly.
As she stood there, Cav’s hands once again trailed up her stomach, this time successfully curving over her breasts. His movements held my attention, especially when he used his forefingers and thumbs to pinch her beautiful nipples.
“Don’t move,” Cav growled softly when Jamie jerked.
“I won’t, Professor,” she hissed, her eyes glazing with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Cav seemed to take great pleasure in teasing her. He continued for long, painful seconds before finally releasing her nipples and taking a step back.
“Bend is relatively self-explanatory. Legs wide, bend at the waist, and place your hands on your knees. Depending on my mood or the punishment, I may insist you put ’em on your ankles, perhaps even flat on the floor.”
I shot a look at Cav. He offered a smirk in return, clearly knowing this was testing my limits. Although I had conducted dozens of submissive training classes, seen every shape, size, and color of submissive, I’d never had one affect me like this.
“Last one,” Cav said, placing his hand on Jamie’s back. “This one I refer to as Ass. Basically, think of having your ass in the air. You’ll lower yourself to all fours.”
While Cav assisted Jamie into a kneeling position, I moved over to the bar and poured myself a drink. Generally, this wouldn’t be an issue, but tonight … Yeah. I needed a drink or two just to survive seeing a very naked Jamie spread out that way.
“Spread your knees wide,” Cav instructed, “keep your ankles apart, rest your chin on the floor, arms stretched out in front of you, hands close together, with your palms flat on the floor.”
Seeing her like that made me wish she’d done something so I could punish her. Based on her reaction to Cav pinching her nipples, she wasn’t entirely opposed to it. With her like that, I could so easily turn that pretty ass a nice, rosy red.
“This position is quite beneficial for me when it comes to punishment,” Cav told Jamie, expressing my own thoughts. “As you can tell, I have unobstructed access to your ass and pussy.” He slid his hand over one cheek, then the other.
Jamie moaned softly.
For fuck’s sake. Will you quit playing with the girl already?
I turned around, tossed my drink back, took a deep, cleansing breath. I needed to get myself under control. Personally, I had a different punishment position that I preferred, but I realized now was not the time to get into that.
“Cupcake, please kneel,” Cav ordered.
I turned in time to see Jamie shifting, keeping her form elegant as she did, into a perfect kneeling position.
“Do you have any questions?” I asked as I moved to stand in front of her.
“Not at this time, Professor.”
When our eyes met, I held out my hand and helped Jamie to her feet. When she was standing, I stepped in close, aligning our bodies. The only thing separating us was my clothing. Too much and not enough at the same time.
“What’s your color, sweetness?” I whispered, my gaze dipping to her lips.
“Green, Professor. Most definitely green.”
I swallowed hard. “I need to touch you. May I have permission to touch you?”
“Yes, Professor.”
I could feel more than see as Cav moved around behind her because I closed my eyes as I lowered my head, needing to feel Jamie’s lips against mine.
Her soft moans kept me focused on what I was doing.
It wasn’t until her hands fisted in my shirt that I lost some of my grip on my control.
I thrust my tongue into her mouth, growling as I unleashed the fierce need I’d kept bottled up for the past week.
She whimpered but didn’t move away. It was enough to have me pulling back, reining myself in.
“Give me your mouth, cupcake,” Cav commanded.
Jamie turned, keeping one hand fisted in my shirt as she leaned toward Cav.
Their mouths melded together as I observed.
I found I enjoyed watching Cav touching her, tasting her.
Hearing about it was quite pleasurable, but actually seeing it for myself was breathtaking.
I wanted to watch him pleasure her, to see his head between her legs, his mouth on her pussy.
Somehow, I managed to maneuver them over to the sofa as their mouths moved together. Their mingled moans and groans kept my body on high alert even as I mapped out a plan in my head.
“Sweetness,” I whispered softly, drawing her attention back to me.
When Cav released her lips, I claimed them, pulling her to me, unable to keep my hands from gliding over her smooth skin. She pressed into me, and I knew she was coming apart at the seams.
“If you’re not comfortable with this, say so.”
“Don’t stop. Please.”
“Turn around.”
Jamie turned so that her back was to me. I took a seat, then pulled her down onto my lap, her back against my chest. I brushed her hair out of my way, then pressed my lips to her neck, kissing, suckling, drawing out more moans of pleasure.
As though he knew exactly where I was leading us, Cav dropped to his knees between our legs, his palms gliding over her silky thighs. It was as though he couldn’t stop touching her. I knew the feeling. My hands itched to wander over every inch of her.
“I want to watch you come, sweetness,” I whispered, nipping the shell of her ear. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Tell me,” I insisted.
“I want you to watch me come, Professor.”
Damn, but she was sweet. I could feel her vibrating, her need trapped beneath all that soft, smooth skin.