Page 147 of Their Naughty Student
“I mean, yeah, I enjoy it.Something inside me melts when they go all Dom on me.But it’s hard to get completely into it when Edge is holding back.”
“But Cav’s not?”
Remembering the way he’d made me come with his fingers last night, I shook my head, felt my face flush.“No.Not the way Edge is.I feel closer to him.He opens up more, I guess you could say.Edge…” I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly.“He’s hesitant with me.Like he doesn’t want to break me.”
“Maybe he’s worried he will.”
It was possible, I figured.“There’re no guarantees in life,” I conceded.“But I’m not expecting any, either.I’ve been as straightforward with him as I can.Still, it’s like there’s this… I don’t know.It’s like there’s a wall between us, and just when I think I’m about to scale it, I feel the ground once again.”
“Good analogy,” Tiffany said with a grin.
“Thanks.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Well, Dr.Lortimer,” I teased, “I think he’s worried I can’t fulfill his needs.”
“What needs would those be?”
“Submission.”
Tiffany’s face blanked, and I could tell she was pondering this information.I waited her out, curious as to what her advice would be.
“What should I do, Doctor?”I finally asked.
“Good question.So, what?Is there a certification needed to be a submissive?”
I giggled.“No.”
“Does Edge know this?”
That was a better question, in my opinion.“I think he’s spent so much time training submissives, he’s not seeing the natural progression.He expects something, but I don’t know what.Every time we’ve been together, I’ve submitted to him.Not necessarily in the physical, drop-to-my-knees-and-bow-my-head way.”
“Emotionally,” Tiffany concluded.
“Yes.Exactly.And I won’t deny, I enjoy the BDSM aspect.But…”
“But what?”
I sighed, decided to lay it all on the line.“I’m tired of being a student,” I admitted.“Tired of having information drilled into me.I’ve already got that full-time.I don’t need more.Yet Edge doesn’t seem to understand that I can absorb this knowledge without being in a classroom.”
“Maybe you need to tell him that.”
Yeah.Maybe I should.
The question was … how did I go about doing it?
When I got home from the coffee shop, there was a note on my apartment door informing me I had a package at the main office.
Feeling slightly giddy, I immediately backtracked.I hadn’t been sure what to expect, but the fancy wrapped boxes that had been bound together by a huge ribbon hadn’t been it.Again, the leasing agent did her best to coax the details out of me, but I declined.
Once inside my apartment, I slowly untied the bow, separated the boxes.I opened the smaller one first.It contained a pair of red strappy sandals with four-inch heels.Inside the long, flat box was a strapless black dress.Short, tight, very sexy.I didn’t own anything of the sort, and I wasn’t sure I would’ve purchased it for myself, but I liked it all the same.
The card inside had a simple message:For tonight.Wear only this.Be ready by seven.
There was no signature, so I wasn’t sure who it was from.I could see both Edge and Cav picking this out.It was the perfect mix of sexy and elegant, the right fit for a night out at a restaurant or a club.Was that where we were going?Or did they have something else in mind?Perhaps another long ride in a limo?
Regardless, I was eager for the evening to begin.
