“Of course,” he said quickly.
“I thought so. Oh, and one more thing.”
“Hit me.”
I decided to go all in, see how he reacted. “I’m going to expect a play-by-play of your date when you stop by tonight.”
“Is that so?’
“Yes. And we’ll see where we go from there.”
Cav inhaled sharply, but I hung up, not wanting to get too deep into that just yet. We would have plenty of time to see how it played out tonight.
I set my phone on my desk and stared at it. My dick was rock hard beneath my slacks, but I ignored the damn thing. I had too much shit to worry about right now, mainly the club I was managing and the training orientation that was starting…
“Shit.” I shot to my feet.
The damn thing had started five minutes ago.
When I walked into the training room a couple of minutes later, I scanned the many faces staring back at me. This class would start out completely full, a total of ten students, which hadn’t been the case for the past few classes.
“Good evening,” I greeted, watching the reactions from all the newbies.
The responses ranged from Hey to Good evening and only a couple of appropriate Good evening, Master Edges.
They would definitely be working on that.
“As you might’ve learned,” I explained to the group, looking from one face to the next as I spoke, “we’ve recently modified the four-week course. While it’s still four weeks, we’ve expanded from three days a week to four. You’re required to be here every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday night for four consecutive weeks, during which time you’ll be in the classroom as well as down in the club.”
No one said anything and only one man in the back appeared completely engaged with his eyes lowered only slightly.
“Unlike other classes, you will not receive a syllabus for this one. There will be group exercises along with one-on-one time with assigned Dominants. Some of you will likely advance faster than others, but I will address each of your needs on an individual basis.”
All eyes remained on me.
“If you’re wondering where the fourth day comes in, that’ll be on Friday. As a trainee, you are required to volunteer, working the stations according to necessity. I generally save that for after the class concludes, but I’d like to observe your interactions on a casual basis. That means you’ll be at Dichotomy four days every week for a minimum of two hours per night. If anyone has a problem with this schedule, please see me afterward to discuss.”
As I explained the outline of events to come, I briefly wondered why I hadn’t suggested Jamie to sign up for this course from the very beginning. Back when Ransom pulled the stunt. Rather than get involved with her directly, I could’ve appeased Zeke and had someone else train her. Regardless, I figured this would be beneficial to her, an experience she likely wouldn’t get anywhere else.
Of course, I would have to give Zeke a heads-up. The man would need to know his sister was going to be here, and if he wasn’t careful, he could catch her in some compromising positions. Should I also tell him that I would not allow another Dominant—aside from Cav—to touch her? Perhaps that would make him feel a little better.
Interesting twist. You just come up with that?
Actually, yes. And I wasn’t sure where the idea came from. Where that possessiveness came from, either. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t be able to do that. It would result in far too many questions and the last thing I wanted was to stir the pot at the club. The members managed that well enough on their own.
They’re waiting.
Shit.
“Tonight is the only night you’ll get away with inappropriate responses,” I told the class. “Starting the moment you step into the first training class, you will belong to me and the other Masters here at Dichotomy, which means you will show us the respect we’ve earned. I can assure you, you will be punished anytime you do not respond accordingly, anytime you violate one of the rules. When you signed up, you stated you had a good understanding of submission in its basic form. I expect that to be true.”
A couple of women in the back stared blankly at me as though they had no idea what I was referring to.
“And to ensure we’re all on the same page, I’m going to give you a test.” I smirked. “This will be the only written test during the entire course, by the way. So, appreciate it while you can.”
Without looking back at them, I exited the room, allowing my training partner—Cambria—to handle the rest. I offered a smile and a thank you as I passed her, then silently wished the class good luck. I knew that by the time the class officially started, we would be down to nine. By the following Friday, we’d be down to the seven or eight who would make it all the way. I also knew which ones would be gone.
