“Our bed,” Majesty confirmed. “We’re not letting you sleep alone anymore. Not if we can help it.”
We walked back to the cabin together, their hands on me, their presence surrounding me. And I realized something that made my chest feel full.
Over dinner, I told them how excited I was to go to the submissive dinner on Saturday.
“It’ll be good for you,” Lex said. “Building connections with people who understand what you’re going through.”
“Plus,” Majesty added with a grin, “it means we get a night with the other Dominants. Compare notes about how to handle our bratty partners.”
I threw a piece of bread at him. “I’m not that bratty.”
“You threw bread at me. That’s pretty bratty.”
Lex caught the next piece I aimed at Majesty. “No food fights at the table. Save your energy for later.”
The promise in his voice made heat pool low in my belly.
“Later?” I asked innocently.
“Later,” he confirmed. “When we have you alone and can properly remind you who’s in charge.”
I squirmed in my seat, and both men noticed.
“Eat your dinner, Cami,” Majesty said, his voice taking on that Dominant edge I was learning to crave. “You’re going to need your strength.”
I ate. And later, they made good on every promise.
But this time, when we finally collapsed in exhausted satisfaction, it wasn’t just about the physical. It was about belonging. I belonged to them. They belonged to me. And together, we were building something beautiful.
Chapter Sixteen
Majesty
Day Five: Observation and Desire
We’d moved the class to the Dungeon which looked different with all the stations occupied. We’d spent the morning reviewing the week’s lessons, and now it was time for the students to put everything into practice. Each triad or quad had claimed a space and was setting up for their demonstration scene.
The energy in the room was electric. Nervous anticipation mixed with excitement and a healthy dose of vulnerability.
“Remember,” Lex addressed the group, his voice carrying authority. “These scenes are for learning. We’re here to observe and provide feedback, not to judge. What works for one dynamic might not work for another. The goal is to see how you’ve integrated what we’ve taught you this week.”
I stood beside Cami near the steps, watching her take in the transformed space. Her eyes were wide, curious, and I could see the slight flush already creeping up her neck.
“This is closed to everyone except students and instructors,” I explained to her. “What happens here stays here. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re here to observe and help us provide feedback,” Lex added, moving to join us. “But you do not interrupt or participate in any scenes. If you see something concerning, you come to one of us immediately. We’ll handle it.”
“What if someone asks me a question?” Cami asked.
“Answer it if you can, but don’t give advice about their dynamic. You’re still learning yourself.” I squeezed her shoulder. “Just watch, take mental notes, and we’ll debrief afterward.”
“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “I can do that.”
The first group to demonstrate was Mark, Sara, and James. The triad that had struggled earlier in the week with attention and jealousy issues. They’d set up near the St. Andrew’s cross, and Sara was already secured to it, wearing only a black lace bra and panties.
Mark stood to her right with a flogger, James to her left with what looked like a Wartenberg wheel. Both men were focused entirely on Sara, checking in with her verbally before they began.
