Page 127 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
So, here we were, role-playing in what was likely the most boring theme room in the entire building. Since I had a living room at my own house, I wasn’t prone to setting up scenes in rooms such as this. However, Edge was trying to prove a point; therefore I would endure.
The good news was, the room was elegant and comfortable. That was one thing I truly enjoyed about this club. Trent Ramsey spared no expense for comfort and decor.
As I sat in the butter-soft leather chair that someone thought would be a good addition to a living room, my leg crossed over my ankle, I skimmed the pages of a bondage equipment magazine. Clearly, they were lacking a decent selection of reading material here.
The door across the room opened and the little sprite we’d been assigned to stepped inside and fluttered across the room. If I didn’t believe in the laws of gravity, I would’ve been certain she had skimmed the ground.
I couldn’t deny I was quite captivated by the sweet Everly Hughes, with her small, delicate bone structure and big brown eyes. Her light brown hair, highlighted with auburn accents, hung long and loose to the small of her back, swaying like fine silk when she moved. She wasn’t stick thin like some submissives and I appreciated that. Healthy was far more appealing to me than defined abs on my woman.
I ensured she didn’t see me watching her, pretending to be enraptured by the puppy cage depicted on the page. Since I had no need for a cage of any sort, it wasn’t easy. However, I did have the need for a willing and eager submissive. Not a part-time sexual submissive who was into kinky sex.
No, I wanted a full-time, snap-my-fingers-and-come submissive. Which I got the feeling Miss Hughes was. Based on the brief discussion we’d had, she was exactly what I would’ve been looking for, had I been hoping to walk away from this class with a submissive of my own. Which I wasn’t.
I left her to stand there for several minutes, purposely making her wait. Any submissive who’d ever engaged with me knew that patience was a virtue as far as I was concerned. Although it seemed an antiquated notion to some, I was seeking a submissive who was ready and willing to cater to my every whim. And I didn’t give a shit how it looked from the outside either.
When I set the magazine down on the glossy wooden table beside me, I put both feet on the floor, then tapped one finger on my knee.
As though she was in tune with my every thought, the little sprite all but danced toward me before gently lowering herself into my lap, curling up in my arms. I tried not to notice how perfectly she fit against me. It wouldn’t matter after tonight. For the next few weeks, Miss Hughes would be moving from one set of Dominants to the next, getting to know each of them intimately. She would not belong to Ian and me, so it made no sense to get too comfortable.
She allowed me to hold her, to run my hand along the inside of her thigh, teasing her without ever getting too close to the prize. And through it all, she didn’t say anything. A soft sigh here, a sweet mewl there, that was all I heard from her.
“Did you finish the dishes?” I prompted, keeping to my character.
“Yes, Sir,” she said sweetly.
“Where’s Ian?”
There was a smile in her voice when she said, “He said he had a surprise for me. Told me to come into the living room and wait.”
“I take that to mean you’ve been a good girl?”
“Yes, Sir. Very good.”
I had to admit, I liked this one. She seemed to know exactly which direction I was headed although she hadn’t known me or Ian before this training session.
On his cue, Ian walked into the room carrying what we referred to as a saddle. It was a small sex machine, roughly thirteen inches long and twelve inches wide. It stood approximately eight inches tall. It looked like half of a barrel laid on its side with a padded leather cushion across the curved side.
“Do you think you’ve been good enough for this?” I asked.
Everly lifted her head, peered down at the machine Ian set on the floor and was now plugging into the wall. If I wasn’t mistaken, that was a shiver of excitement that coursed through her.
“Yes, Sir.”
I shifted her off my lap without a command and she went obediently.
“Present,” I commanded when my brother took a seat on the plastic-covered sofa.
Pretty as a fairy, Everly moved a few steps away, ensured she was facing both of us as she gracefully slipped off the silk tank she wore, revealing her small, pert breasts with their dusky pink nipples. The little skirt followed, sliding down her smooth legs, revealing her hairless mound.
