Page 130 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
“No,” she said quickly, confusion wrinkling her forehead. “I want to work.”
“Okay.” I pretended to consider that. “So, after a long, hard day, you’re going to come home, cook, clean, then cater to our every whim?”
She shook her head and I could see tears glistening in her eyes.
Edge cupped her face, turned her attention to him. “That’s not what we want from you, sweetness.”
I stared at him, confused. For the past few weeks, Edge had been setting himself up to be that exact Dominant, only I knew he was stuck in this perfect role he’d outlined along the way. He thought he had to stick to this plan in order to be happy.
“That’s why it’s important for you to understand this isn’t fiction,” Edge continued. “I’ve never wanted a slave. I don’t want you kneeling on the floor when I walk in the door. I don’t expect you to walk into a room and assume a position.” He leaned in close. “I want you and Cav having dinner when I’m running late, not waiting for me.”
I swallowed hard. I wouldn’t admit it aloud, but I’d needed that inclusion.
“The scene is ready,” I told them when I noticed Nash motioning from inside the room.
The next ten minutes played out exactly as I’d envisioned living in this relationship. In the room, the submissive, Raine Frazier, curled up on one end of the sofa while Chaos sat in the chair, pretending to flip through channels on the television. Nash stuck his head in the room to announce he was almost finished with the dishes and asked whether anyone wanted dessert.
Miss Frazier’s eyes swung over to Chaos and glittered with hope. Chaos offered a quick nod to Nash, and the man seemed to know exactly what was on the menu.
After another minute, Nash returned with a giant vibrator known as a magic wand or Thunderstick. There were no positions, no inspections, but there was an awful lot of teasing until finally, Nash and Chaos were sitting on opposite ends of the sofa with Miss Frazier laid out across them. They spent their time pretending to be watching television while teasing her relentlessly with the vibrator and their hands. It ended with Miss Frazier succumbing to a violent orgasm with the vibrator on her clit. They followed up by announcing they were relocating to the bedroom.
While the scene played out in the same amount of time as the first one, there was a significant difference in the underlying tone.
When I turned to Jamie, I noticed she was smiling. I also noticed that her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. Clearly, she was turned on, but visibly more at ease.
“Let’s discuss in the classroom,” Edge instructed before leading the way back.
I closed the door, giving us some privacy while Edge walked over to the whiteboard—which was actually an observation window—and pulled down a projector screen to block the view from the outside.
“Miss Lautner,” I prompted when I moved to the front of the room, “can you please describe to me what you envision a Dominant to be?”
She watched me warily, her hands clasped firmly on the top of the desk. “I think it depends on the Dominant,” she said softly.
“So, you’re saying your earlier answer was incorrect.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What do you expect from your Dominant?”
She didn’t even hesitate. “I expect my Dominant to be who he is, to react to situations based on his understanding of them, to make his desires known in a manner that he feels suitable to the situation.”
“And which scene are you more inclined to gravitate toward?” Edge asked, perching against the edge of the desk at the front of the room.
“Well, the first one was too rigid for my taste. I’m not looking to serve and obey at all times, although I could see its appeal for someone who is.” She shifted slightly. “But the second one was rather intriguing. I liked the carefree way it played out.”
“Not simply in the sexual sense,” he noted.
“Correct.” She glanced between us, her eyes finally landing on Edge. “Like the night at your apartment. When we watched a movie, played in the living room.”
“So you’re saying you’d prefer more spontaneity?” Edge questioned.
“Yes. I think that’s what I’m saying.”
He got to his feet, walked to the side of the desk, and picked up the crop. “Miss Lautner,” he said firmly. “It’s come to my attention that you’ve been a tad presumptuous in your desires to become a submissive.”
Her lips thinned. “I think it’s safe to say you’ve done the same,” she bit out. “In your role as Dominant.”
“Touché,” he growled. “However, I’ll remind you exactly who the Dominant in this room is.”
I saw the moment she morphed into her role as naughty student. The lesson was officially over, and it was safe to say we’d all learned a few things tonight. And now was the time for us to fall into the roles we all enjoyed and act out a scene of our own.
