CHAPTER 15
EDGE
Being in control was ingrained in me. A natural response. And when I felt as though I was backed into a corner, I relied on it to keep me sane.
Since Jamie insisted on pushing my buttons, I figured now was the time to show her exactly who was boss.
“As you might’ve noticed,” I told the group watching me intently, “there are some additions to our class. This is due to a significant change I’ve decided to make.” I peered over at Jamie, held out my hand. “Come here, sweetness.”
The only sign of hesitation was the way her eyes slightly widened seconds before she stepped forward.
“Kneel,” I instructed, pointing toward the floor beside me.
“Yes, Master Edge.”
Before she could go to her knees, I stopped her, tilted her chin up to look at me. “Who am I?”
She swallowed, another twinge of trepidation in her gaze. This wasn’t the sort of fear that had a human running for their life, though. It was the kind that kicked the endorphins into high gear and made the blood heat.
“Professor,” she said softly.
“That’s correct. I better not hear you refer to me any other way.”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Kneel.”
Jamie gracefully lowered herself to her knees, hands on her thighs, chest forward, head tilted down. The pose was perfect. Just as she was.
“In case it’s not obvious, I’m laying claim to a submissive right here, right now.” I kept my hand on her head. “I’ve never done this before.” I peered down at her. “And I don’t intend to do it again.”
Wow. Quite the revelation, yeah?
Ignoring the voice, I continued, “So, I’ll make this very clear to everyone in this room.
Miss Lautner belongs to me and Cav. While we believe this class is important for her, we’re unable to sit back and watch her interact with other Dominants.
Therefore, she’ll remain in our care for the duration of this training session.
” I scanned the faces, the line of Masters who had positioned themselves along one wall, and the row of submissives currently in the middle of the room.
“Because of this, I’ve made a significant change to this class.
The Masters have paired up, and they’ll remain that way throughout.
” I grinned. “That should be interesting.”
A couple of Doms chuckled.
“Before we proceed, I’d like to have the Doms introduce themselves.”
Mistress Jane took a single step forward. “You can refer to me as Mistress Jane. I have yet to take on a submissive of my own, but that doesn’t mean I’m not in search of one. I won’t pull any punches with you, so during your time with me, I suggest you be on your best behavior.”
“Talon?” I nodded toward the giant of a man. He made me look like a small man. He clocked in at the same height as Zeke. Enormous.
“You may refer to me as Talon.” His voice was eerily dark, a rough growl lacing every word.
He smirked. “When I allow you to speak, that is. You will not, under any circumstances, refer to me as Master. I am not, nor will I be, your Master. However, I’m more than happy to show you what it’s like to belong to one. ”
One of the submissives sighed dreamily, and I fought the urge to smile.
I motioned for Nash.
“My name’s Kason Nash. You may call me Master Nash. If you use my first name, I will not respond to you,” Nash stated firmly. “And it’s best you know, I like to hear you beg.”
Ian and Isaac were next. “To avoid confusion, my brother and I will be teaming up. Considering that’s how we work anyway, it won’t be a problem.
You may refer to us as Master Ian”—he placed his thumb on his chest—“and my brother is Master Isaac.” They stepped back with mirroring grins on their faces.
Timothy came forward, cleared his throat. “Those who’ve been at the club for some time know who I am. They call me Master Chaos. I’ll allow you to figure out why. By the end of the class, I believe you’ll all be familiar with the reason.”
Cameron gracefully stepped forward, smiled deviously. “You may refer to me as Mistress Cameron. I am a Sadist. I tolerate very little and I enjoy dishing out pain for minor infractions. Beware of that.”
Ransom chuckled. “Call me Master Bishop. Like Mistress Cameron, I’m also a Sadist. Training you is going to provide endless enjoyment for me.” He grinned. “I can’t say the same for you.”
“For your sake,” I interjected, speaking to the submissives, “I have not paired up the Sadists. I figure one is more than enough.”
The final two stepped forward, and I had to admit, the two Mistresses together were quite the pair.
“My name is Ximena Naquin. You may call me Mistress X. I’m rather honored to be a trainer, and I’m looking forward to my time with each of you.”
“They saved the best for last,” Mistress D said when she smiled. “My name is Demetria Nevrakis, but you may call me Mistress D. I, too, am a Sadist. And I have a penchant for sweet young women. You’ve been warned.”
When Mistress D stepped back, I took the floor once more.
“I’d suggest you thank your Masters often for their participation, because if it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t be here.
” I poked a thumb behind me. “Our panel. We have Master Harris as well as Master Landon Moore and his twin, Master Langston Moore. These Masters have submissives of their own; therefore, they won’t be participating in our sessions.
They will, however, be keeping a close eye on the class.
” I nodded toward the submissives. “We also have one new student, Everly Hughes.”
I began to pace in front of the class.
“For the next four weeks, you’ll be experiencing something not many get the opportunity to experience.
A chance to get time with each of our trainers, to learn about them as well as about yourselves.
I suggest you be on your best behavior. You’re here because you asked to be here.
Remember that. Since we’ve already lost some time, let’s lay out the alignments so we can get this show on the road. ” I motioned toward Cav.
He proceeded to call out the pairings. When he was finished, he took a step back.
I paced the room. “As I mentioned before, this week is now shortened due to the changes. I apologize for that. But don’t worry, you’ll have more time with this pair of trainers in week four because you’ll end the course with them.
Masters, please take a moment to give your submissive any requirements you have, and then I’ll lay out the plans for the coming weeks. ”
As they began to chat amongst themselves, I turned to Cav and Jamie.
“Please stand, sweetness.”
With a hand, I helped Jamie to her feet. She stood, hands behind her back, chest thrust forward.
I walked around her, stopped at her back, leaned in close to her ear. “I’ve changed the structure, sweetness. Not only because you asked, but also because that’s the way Cav and I prefer it. This isn’t a hardship, so don’t get the wrong impression. But I do want you to know…”
I moved to stand in front of her, tilted her chin up with my hand. “This won’t be a cakewalk for you. It’s the real deal now. And the three of us…” I made sure she held my gaze. “We’re in it for the long haul. Understood?”
“Yes, Professor. I understand.”
I grinned, but it wasn’t a sweet smile. “We’ll see if that’s your answer once the night’s over.”
With that, I geared up to show this naughty student just who was in charge.
Jamie
Although he smiled, I could see the deviousness in Edge’s gaze.
I wasn’t worried.
Much.
Okay, fine. I was a little worried. There was no denying I was happy with the change he’d made, but I also knew not to expect this to be easy. I figured this was the easy part. Edge certainly had a plan, and I got the feeling I was going to be front and center.
“All right, class,” Edge addressed the room. “When you’re ready, we’ll relocate to the classroom. We’ll spend one day a week in there, and today’s that day.”
When he moved toward the door, I started to follow, but was pulled up short when Cav gripped my hair, held tight.
A tingle shot down my spine, igniting my lust. What did it say about me that I loved that he did that?
There wasn’t much pain, but it was the actual act of him gripping my hair, holding me in place, that did it for me in ways I hadn’t expected.
“Hold up, cupcake. I didn’t give you permission to leave yet.”
I turned to face him, keeping my hands behind me.
The outfit I wore did little to hide the way my nipples puckered at the gruffly spoken words.
I’d found it in my locker when I arrived tonight, and I instantly knew it wasn’t something Master Chaos had selected for me.
No, Master Chaos had selected relatively tame outfits. Demure was a good word for them.
This … the black lace demi bra did little more than cup my breasts, a hint of my nipples peeking over the top edge.
And the matching lace thong was so thin it wasn’t really there at all.
I’d stood in front of the locker room mirror for the longest time before I finally forced my feet to move.
I had agreed to this, and I’d be damned if I would allow them to intimidate me into backing out now.
Cav held up his hand, showing off what appeared to be a necklace. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was not a necklace, but a collar.
Heat slammed into me.
“While we’re at the club, you’ll be required to wear this at all times.”
Cav took the leather strap and ringed it around my neck. It was cool against my overheated skin.
“While I won’t be using a leash on you, it’s always a possibility.” He slipped his finger through the loop on the front, pulling me toward him. “For now, I expect you to remain close at all times. You are not to walk anywhere without one of us. Understood?”
“Yes, Professor,” I whispered, my voice catching on the emotion churning inside me.
“And you will not leave the building without permission. Agreed?”
“Yes, Professor.”