Page 7 of Their Naughty Student
“To the dungeon, huh?”I asked, my interest piquing.“Work or play?”
“Considering he’s got a guest tonight, I’m thinking play might be on the agenda.”Jane’s tone reflected something that sounded a lot like amusement.
“Training class?”
“Nope.But she’s definitely a newbie.”
“Is that right?”
The glimmer in Jane’s gray eyes hinted at something mischievous.“You might know her.”
That sounded promising.“Who is she?”
Jane’s red-slicked lips curled up, her white teeth flashing.“Zeke Lautner’s sister, Jamie.”
Oh, hell.
I frowned.“And whatthe fuckis Edge doin’ with her?”I lowered my voice, realizing my Texas was showing.“Does he have a death wish?”
Jane chuckled.“Believe it or not, cowboy, he’s showing her around at Zeke’s request.”
I didn’t know Zeke well, but I’d consider him an acquaintance.Being a Master here at the club, I didn’t have to befriend a member to know quite a few details about one.For instance, I knew for a fact that Zeke Lautner was extremely protective when it came to his little sister.
“Did Zeke hit his head?”
Jane chuckled.“That’s exactly what I wondered at first.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the stairs as I imagined what might possibly be taking place down there.“Well, color me intrigued,” I said beneath my breath.
Jane laughed, clearly hearing me.“I won’t keep you any longer.Good luck.”
Luck was my middle fucking name, but I didn’t need to tell Jane that.Most people who knew me knew that.I worked hard and played harder, but there was no doubt some higher power had me in its sights.Otherwise, I wouldn’t have made it this far in life.
I didn’t waste time as I worked my way down to the dungeon, greeting a few people I hadn’t seen in quite some time.The second my feet hit the polished concrete floor, I stopped, my eyes locked on the scene before me, and it did not include the woman strapped to the spanking bench.
I saw Edge first.
His wide, muscled back was to me, but there was no mistaking the tattoo inked just below his hairline—the familiar BDSM symbol, which was a derivation of a triskelion shape within a circle—or the bulge of his shoulders, the ass encased in leather pants, or the way he stood with his legs spread wide.He was a mountain of a man, an alpha everyone in this club looked up to.
I took a moment to admire him, a treat I rarely had the opportunity to indulge in these days.It wasn’t something I tended to do in public.Not because I was ashamed of my attraction to the man.No, I tended to keep my interest on the DL for the sole reason that I was a Dominant, and it wasn’t within the norm for one Dom to want another.Which meant my overwhelming desire for him was something I kept to myself.Always.I was fairly certain Edge knew I was interested, perhaps he’d even entertained the idea a time or two, but as of yet, we hadn’t explored that avenue.
One day.
Maybe.
Edge shifted, and I caught a quick glimpse of his guest.Standing there in a wickedly hot corset and boy shorts was a woman who was comfortable in her own skin.Just looking at her, you wouldn’t guess she was related to Zeke, but I knew she had to be because Edge was guarding her like his life depended on it.
Perhaps it did.
Wanting a better view, I moved closer until I could see every glorious inch of the goddess in bronze.
She was tall.Much taller than most women, in fact.With my height of six foot two, we would be almost eye to eye.She had nice shoulders, smooth and tanned, her breasts the perfect handful.With her shiny dark hair, sleek, trim physique, and golden skin, she could’ve been a model.Perhaps for Victoria’s Secret or evenSports Illustrated—the swimsuit edition.But her legs were what captured my attention most.I could practically envision those mile-long limbs wrapped around my waist, riding me like a prized stallion.
Since Edge and Jamie were watching a scene, I sauntered up and stood quietly behind the big man I hadn’t seen in three months.We talked on the phone at least once a week, traded texts far more than that, but I hadn’t actually laid eyes on him in far too long.He looked good, smelled even better.
While I was tempted to tap him on the shoulder, I wasn’t about to interrupt.It was rude, and it pissed me off when others did it to me.So, I took a step to the side, which gave me a much better view of both of them together.They fit.Like puzzle pieces.With her beauty and his brawn, I’d say they complemented one another rather well.
My gaze strayed to the female, and once more that heady feeling—anticipation laced with lust and adrenaline—fizzed in my veins.
