“She’s in one of the training rooms, sir. I have eyes on the door, not the inside,” he replied, his voice filled with apology. After the whole submissive class debacle, I made it clear he had to tell me where she was no matter what she did.
“What is she doing there?” Curiosity got the better of me. There were no cameras in the training rooms used for the submissive classes to prevent accusations of porn production.
“I’m not sure, sir,” he sounded embarrassed.
“Which door?” I cut the call after he gave me the color. Each room was classified by color and used for specific scenes.
Chapter 44 – Mikaela
“He’s not your Dom,Cinder.” Shoulders drooping, I dragged my feet down the passage, not caring where I went.
After last night, I assumed he’d accepted my role as a sub and him as my Dom. I’d even gotten up early, put on a pretty cream dress with nude high heels, planning to visit him after the class.
Why did he tell the class he wasn’t my Dom? Why did that hurt my chest so much? I struggled to breathe. Did yesterday not mean anything to him?
Since that first kiss by the pool, my first orgasm in his office followed by the flogging, I remained in constant heat, wanting more, wanting him. Even when Juliette mentioned the submissive classes during one of her visits, I attended, hoping to please him.
Maybe he’s ashamed of me.The sudden thought burst out of my head. I stopped walking, frowning.
What if that was the reason he kept holding back? He had plenty of women falling at his feet. I’d seen how they looked at him at the ball. He could choose any of them. Why would he want me?
Maybe I was just someone he saved. Perhaps yesterday’s flogging session was just to help me overcome my fear. Maybe he saw me as Master’s slave. Maybe Xavier considered me soiled goods.
Disappointed with the maybes filling my head, I continued walking. Only as I neared the first room did the warning Tyrone give all the students, to never venture into the training rooms alone, come to the fore. The echo of Ramone’s feet behind me, though, comforted me. About to turn and retrace my steps back to the class, a soft laugh made me pause.
“On your knees, boy,” a woman ordered.
Curious, I glanced behind me and gestured to Ramone to wait. Then with my bottom lip between my teeth, I inched closer and pushed past the open door. My feet froze. Images of the flogging scene sprung to mind. Even in my state of bliss, I couldn’t forget the features of this room. The heat on my cheeks had nothing on how my body responded to the memory of his touch alone. I squeezed my thighs, trying to stay the rush of arousal in my knickers, and glanced around.
With a thick lavender carpet, a round bed in the center draped in lilac satin, the room was pretty and slightly smaller than my bedroom. A covered mirror—I’d come to recognize by the usual wrapping—spanned one wall while another showcased an array of sex toys the teachers had explained in class. Then my eyes shifted to the third wall and the large window looking into another equally pretty room, one dressed in different shades of blue.
A moan, louder this time, had my feet inching closer. Aware I shouldn’t be doing this, I pressed my palm against the wall, and keeping my body hidden, I tilted my head to peek inside.
I stifled my gasp with a hand to my mouth, immediate warmth racing through my body. Juliette, naked except for red lace knickers, red high heels, and a chain attached between her nipple clamps, stood against the bed. One hand wielded a riding crop she brought down on the naked arse of a man kneeling at her feet. I recognized him from the class. Juliette shifted slightly and put a leg on the bed exposing an open slit in her knickers.
“Eat my pussy how you’d like your cock sucked, pet.”
