Page 126 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
“Miss Lautner,” he prompted. “I’d like to hear your thoughts on what you’ve experienced so far in regard to BDSM.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not sure I understand.”
He considered it for a moment, then elaborated. “Comparing what you’ve experienced here at the club and with us with what you’ve learned on your own, what’re your thoughts?”
Maintaining my prim posture, I pulled my thoughts together. “Based on the books I’ve read … well, to be honest, they depict a lifestyle vastly different than what I’ve seen so far.”
“How so?” he asked.
“In the novels, it’s always about structure, obedience, punishment.” I glanced between both men. “Aside from the way you’ve addressed the class during training, I have yet to experience anything of the sort.”
“So no structure, either?”
I glanced between them. “No.”
“What about outside of the training sessions?”
I realized he was getting into the role, driving toward something. Figuring I might as well play along, I twirled my hair around my finger, shifted as though I didn’t care to be there.
“I don’t know. I mean, yeah, I’ve received a few commands here and there. But those have been kinda … you know … like a tease.”
I could see the recognition on his face. He understood I’d taken my own stance, developed my own character.
“How so?”
“Well, for one, a little domination and submission would be cool. And sex.” I smiled shyly. “I mean, where’s the actual full-time domination? How does that even work? Aren’t you supposed to spank my ass when I’ve been bad?”
Yes. I was taunting him.
His eyes blazed, but I wasn’t sure if it was from anger or lust.
When he didn’t say anything, I continued, figuring now was my chance to open a line of communication between us. “Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do, Professor? Teach me?”
“Is that what you want?”
I offered a half shrug, slipping over the line from reality to fantasy, trying to engage him. “Maybe. But I think I’ll need a teacher who knows how to handle me.”
“And the Doms you’ve interacted with don’t seem to know how to do that?”
I could tell he’d caught on to the fact that I’d identified my power play in this role.
“Ha.” I leaned forward, twirled my hair. “Not a chance.”
His body stiffened, and for a second, I thought I’d overstepped.
Before Edge could ask another question, Cav stepped forward. He was holding a crop in his hand, gently slapping the long stick against the palm of his hand as he walked across the room.
“Miss Lautner, do you think perhaps you have a preconceived notion of what a Dominant looks like?”
“Perhaps,” I admitted.
He stopped and faced me. “Describe him for me.”
“Hot. Sexy. Demanding,” I crooned. “Always in control. A stern look on his face. Never doubts himself, takes what he wants.”
“Ah.” Cav nodded, resumed his pacing, the slapping of the crop against his hand. “So, that’s his job, right? Being a Dom. Nothing else going on in his life.”
“I didn’t say that.” Although, now that he said it, I could see where he was going with it. In the romance novels I’d read, it was generally about the act of Domination. A few authors were good about adding a real-life aspect, but some weren’t.
“But you did,” Edge said firmly.
“Do you think a Dominant makes his own coffee?” Cav asked.
My tone was flippant when I said, “Why would he?”
“If he doesn’t, who makes it for him?”
“His submissive.”
“You mean servant, right?”
“No.”
“That’s what you said,” Cav countered.
“No, it isn’t.”
“Do you think a Dominant spends all his time touring his dungeon?” Edge questioned. “Waiting for his submissive to kneel, bend over, put her mouth on his dick?”
Although crude, the image my brain came up with had a spark igniting in my womb.
“That would be cool,” I teased. “But no.”
Cav turned to Edge. “Let’s find out where Ian and Isaac are.”
Edge nodded.
“And Chaos and Nash. We’ll let her see both ends of the spectrum.”
Edge walked to the door, slipped out of the room for a moment.
“We’re gonna let you observe,” Cav explained. “I think it’s important that you see what D/s looks like here.”
I was confused as to where this was headed, but curious all the same.
When Edge returned, he nodded his chin toward the door. Cav walked over to me, held out his hand. I slipped mine in it, grateful that he was touching me. I needed it after the weekend from hell. I followed Edge from the room, Cav beside me.
“Cambria,” Edge said to his assistant. “Ensure no one goes into that room. We’ll be back to use it in about an hour.”
“Yes, Master Edge.”
“This way,” Edge ordered me.
Being the dutiful submissive that I was, I followed my “teachers.”
Ready and willing for my first … real lesson?
ISAAC STOKES
ALTHOUGH I WAS MORE COMFORTABLE WITH RIGID routines and few disruptions, I had to admit, I was intrigued when Edge requested our assistance this evening. He’d prefaced by saying it was a spur-of-the-moment request, but he’d only had to outline his intention briefly for me and my twin to fall in line.
