Page 154 of Their Naughty Student
“You can’t even say it.”I kept my tone low and even, my anger building up to meet hers.“Call it what it is, Jamie.”
“Fine!”She threw up her hands.“Every time I think you’re going to fuck me… Better?Every time you change it up.Tease me, torment me, play with me, but you can’t”—she inhaled, exhaled, glared daggers—“fuck me.”
I swallowed hard.“Is that all you want from me, Jamie?To fuck?”
Confusion replaced the angry expression as she stood before me.“What?Why would you ask me that?”
“It seems fitting.”I waved toward the bedroom.“It was the first thing you asked for.”
“Oh, my God!”She took a step back, sat on the arm of the sofa.“Seriously?You were … you were making me crazy, Edge.You’ve been doing it since the first night at the club.Of course I want that.”
“From the first Dom you spend time with?”
Her eyes widened, and I knew instantly that I’d fucked up.Seriously fucked up.
“I’m sorry, Jamie.I didn’t—”
She launched off the sofa arm and stormed into the bedroom.I could tell she was crying, and it damn near broke me.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I told her, needing her to listen for a minute.
“You said it, not me.”She grabbed her dress from the floor, her back to me.“That’s what this is to you.Domination and submission.All a game.”
Knowing this was unraveling fast, I took her shoulders, turned her to face me.“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“But you did,” she ground out.“That’s all this is to you.I’m supposed to … I don’t know … transform into your ideal submissive, to be the pet you’ve imagined you’d one day have.”
I spun her around to face me.“That’s not true.”
“But it is,” she insisted, reaching for the collar around her neck.She yanked it off, the chain snapping.“This.It’s a symbol, right?For others to know that I belong to you.”
She swallowed hard, and tears glistened in her eyes.
“Your words,” she added, her dark eyes filling with tears as she peered up at me.“That’s what you want, right?When you agreed to train me … that’s been your plan all along.To make me into the ideal submissive.I’m not even a woman to you, am I?”
Feeling that spark of anger ignite, I placed my hands on her shoulders, ensuring she didn’t turn away.“Jamie, I don’t know what the fuck to think of you.”
“What are you talking about?”
I breathed through the pain, the shards of broken, shattered pieces that bounced around in my chest.This wasn’t supposed to be happening.
“Tell me,” she insisted.
“From that first fucking night, you waylaid me, Jamie.Threw me completely off course.I’ve changedeverythingfor you.”I released her, thrust my hand in my hair as I stared up at the ceiling, growled low in my throat, hoping to relieve some of the frustration.
“I didn’t ask you to change anything.”
“Didn’t you?”I snapped.
“No.I didn’t.”Her lips were pursed, her eyes narrowed.
I huffed.“Everything.”Pacing to the window, I stared out, trying to compose myself.“I want you with a passion I don’t recognize.Enough that I’ve lost sight of who I am, what I’ve wanted all along.”
“Which is what, Edge?A submissive?”
I turned to face her.“Yes!One who understands the lifestyle, knows what I need.”
She watched me but didn’t say a word.
