He seemed to be in a hurry.
With a sigh, I headed toward my truck. Before I backed out of the space, I shot off another text to Jamie, asking if she was all right. She hadn’t answered mine from earlier and I didn’t like the fact that she’d left without saying anything to anyone. Then again, I had tried to convince Edge to give her a heads-up as to the outline for the class beforehand, but he had refused. Said something about how I was right, she deserved to attend the class and go through the motions like any other submissive.
And while I had said that, yes, I didn’t mean it quite like that. I’d been shocked when Edge informed me I would not be one of the training Masters but rather on the panel.
By the time I arrived at my hotel, Jamie hadn’t answered my text and I was getting a little worried. However, it was late, and I figured she was tired. I knew she’d had class that morning and then the club tonight, so it would’ve been a long day for her.
When I got to my room, I tossed my bag on my bed and beelined for the shower, my thoughts on the roster for the training class. I had memorized who Jamie was assigned to. This week, she would be with Master Chaos and Mistress Cameron. Since I knew Timothy well, understood his motivations, I wasn’t worried about him. He would take care with Jamie, as he did with all the submissives he encountered. After losing his wife years ago, the man had never settled down with another submissive and I was starting to wonder if he ever would. As for Mistress Cameron… The sadistic Dominatrix would be good for Jamie to spend some time with. It would help her understand the vast difference between a Sadist and a Dominant.
Next week, she would be paired with Master Kaylen then Mistress D. I didn’t know Kaylen well, so I couldn’t form much of an opinion. Mistress D would likely be a good test for Jamie, not to mention a chance to see a Dominatrix who took no shit from anyone. Following them would be Liam for the first part of week three, then a one-time double pairing with Mistress X and Nash. I knew I would have to keep an eye on Liam. Since Edge and I agreed we would not broadcast our interest in Jamie, I couldn’t say which direction the big Irishman would go, but he was the sort who went through subs like underwear.
The final week, Jamie would be under the watchful eye of Ransom Bishop, who we’d all learned was a true test for most submissives. Considering he was a hardcore Sadist with extremely high expectations, he took an entire week for himself. Fortunately for me, the man was gay, so I had little to worry about with him and Jamie.
And while I’d memorized the roster and assessed each and every Master, I did not like the idea of Jamie being with any of them. I wanted her with me, and I was beginning to regret my suggestion for Jamie to join the class. It was all on me, though. Edge would’ve easily kept her out of it if I hadn’t pushed so hard.
“Deal with it,” I muttered as I shut off the water and reached for a towel.
After drying off, I pulled on sweatpants, then grabbed my phone. I shot another text to Jamie, waited a few minutes, then called Edge when I didn’t get a response.
“Yeah?” he said by way of greeting.
“You try getting in touch with Jamie?”
“I did. I texted her. She hasn’t responded.”
“Same here.” Perhaps I should go to her apartment just to ensure she was all right.
“Let it be for the night,” Edge said as though he could read my mind.
“What if—”
“She’s fine,” he assured me. “She has to come to terms with the rules of the class.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
Edge didn’t answer and that said it all. If Jamie couldn’t make it through the class, she wasn’t going to be the right submissive for either of us, much less both of us. At least as far as Edge was concerned.
“Does it bother you?” I asked.
“What?”
“Her being with all of them?”
“It doesn’t matter if it bothers me,” he said firmly. “You were right. She needs to see what it’s like to be with a variety. Needs the experience.”
“You do understand what this means, right?”
Edge growled. “I fucking know what it means, Cav.”
“And you’re okay with it? You’re okay with the possibility of Jamie fucking another Dom?”
“No, goddammit! I’m not okay with it.”
“Then why—”
“Fucking let it go, Cav.”
The call disconnected and I stared at the darkened screen.
This was not going the way I’d thought it would. A couple of dates, some erotic interludes, and suddenly Edge was setting Jamie up with a slew of Dominants who would have every right to touch her however they wanted during the class. Fuck her even.
