“Ahh.” Cav seemed relieved. “Is that why you’re here? To dig into the psyche of a Dom?”
Very good question. I crossed my arms, waited for her to answer.
“I … uh…” She couldn’t seem to hold either of our gazes. “It might’ve been part of what prompted me in the beginning, but no. Tonight…” Jamie blushed. “I’m here for selfish reasons.”
Selfish, huh? That means she’s interested in that spanking she witnessed earlier.
No. Damn it. That wasn’t what it meant.
Even if my brain was in denial, my damn dick liked the sound of that, and it twitched in response.
“What interests you?” Cav set down his water, leaned casually on the bar. “Bondage? Spanking? Water sports? Master/slave? Daddy/baby girl?”
Color infused her cheeks, but Jamie didn’t hesitate when she said, “I honestly don’t know.”
A sweet smile tilted the corners of her lips as she looked between the two of us.
“Okay, let’s look at it from another angle,” Cav prompted. “When you read, what tropes do you tend to go for? BDSM specifically.”
“Um…”
I saw the moment the steel infused her spine.
“I tend to enjoy the Teacher/student aspect, to be honest.”
Hear that? You can be her teacher.
Her comment stirred a memory. During one of my previous training sessions, one of the submissives thought it would be appropriate to call me Professor Edge. I’d nixed it immediately, but now, as I stared at Jamie, I imagined her calling me Professor, a sweet little pout on her lips when she promised to do everything I told her to.
Yes! Keep that train of thought.
“So you’ve never been tied up?” Cav asked, clearly unaware of the fantasy playing out in my head. “Had that pretty little ass turned a nice rosy red?”
While nothing that came out of Cav’s mouth surprised me—he was not known for discretion or subtlety—I had a hard time hearing him speak to Jamie that way. She wasn’t a club submissive. She wasn’t a plaything we’d be tying up or crushing between us at some point in the evening. She was Zeke Lautner’s sister, for fuck’s sake.
But Professor Edge has a nice ring to it. Especially coming from her.
She most certainly would not be calling me Professor.
“I have not,” she answered, her voice even. “But I’m definitely interested in seeing if those are things I enjoy.”
Cav’s eyes shot to mine. I shook my head, warning him that this was going in a direction I wasn’t comfortable with.
“Well, sugar, I have to admit, I’m curious to see how things play out for you tonight.”
“No,” I stated firmly. “No, you’re not.”
The silent conversation ensued:
Me: And do not call her sugar. That’s your pet name for club submissives. She is not on the menu.
Cav: Whatever.
Jamie chuckled. “I take it the two of you aren’t into sharing.”
My eyes shot to Jamie’s face. Sharing? What the hell was she talking about? When had we gotten on this topic?
Mmm. She’d look damn good pinned between you and Cav. You know it.
She smiled, a mixture of seduction and sweetness rolled into one. “I just figured…”
I wanted to tell her that wasn’t going to happen. None of this was going to happen. Tonight she would be walking around, completely clothed throughout the entire evening. And when she exited my club, she would be going home alone.
Or … you could see how this plays out, you big bad Dom.
No.
Absolutely not.
Yet I didn’t say anything.
Not a single fucking word.
Jamie
WHILE I WAITED FOR EDGE TO ANSWER me, I watched the battle brewing in his head. From what it looked like, he was hanging by a thread, but I wasn’t sure if it was me or Cav who was sending him into a tailspin. Ever since Cav had arrived on scene, there’d been a noticeable shift in Edge’s demeanor. As though he had to protect me from the sexy Dominant.
Granted, the second I mentioned my thoughts on the whole Teacher/student thing, something had darkened in his eyes. Was he turned on by the idea of me calling him Professor? Was that a sign of a power shift between Dominant and submissive? Was this a thread I should tug on, see which direction it headed? Perhaps it would be a way of proving my theory.
I would have to think on that a little more later. Right now, I was trying to figure out who actually held the winning hand. Although I hadn’t interacted with Edge much before Cav showed up, there was undoubtedly some sort of silent communication going on between them. These two men had a history together, that much was clear.
It was easy to peg them both as Dominants. No question there. However, there was a playful undertone to Cav that Edge didn’t seem to have. No, Edge was on guard, his body hard, unyielding, as though he was expecting a confrontation. Was there a reason for that? Something in their past that had him on the defensive? Or was it me specifically?
