“How do you plan to do that, Professor?”
I mentally shook my head.The man baffled me.Why he had to have a map and a plan, I wasn’t sure.He’d always been like that.Needing structure, an agenda.He didn’t seem to know how to just go with the flow.
Edge shrugged.
I was surprised.The man wasn’t known to evade.Maybe we were making progress.
“Professor?”
Edge cleared his throat.“We’ll take it slow.”
Jamie’s eyes cut to me, and I nodded, wanting her to know I was willing.The only thing we had here was an experience.One that none of us would’ve had without each other.As long as we proceed without expectation, then we should be fine.
“Then I’d like to proceed,” she stated.
“Good.”Edge wasted no time as he moved to stand behind Jamie.He pressed in close, his chest to her back.I was envious of them both in that moment.
“Tonight, we’ll start by learning positions,” Edge told her.“And in order to do that, we’re going to have to remove some clothing.”Edge reached for the hem of Jamie’s sweater, slowly lifted it.“What’s your color, pet?”
“My color?”
I grinned.Edge hadn’t thought this all the way through.That had to be a first.
“The stoplight system,” he clarified.“It’s how we gauge a submissive’s comfort level.Green means you’re good, yellow means you need a break, but you don’t want to stop, and red means stop.Everything comes to a halt if you use it.”
“Green,” Jamie whispered.
“Green, what?”
“Professor,” she added on a sigh.“Green, Professor.”
Edge proceeded in removing her sweater, leaving her clad in a silky white tank top underneath.I was rooted to the spot when Edge placed his hands on her hips and slipped his thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, slowly inching them down over her hips.
“Color, pet?”he asked.
“Green, Professor.”
I knew he was taking his time, ensuring Jamie was on board with where this was headed, but he was killing me slowly.Watching the two of them was torture.
Never had polka dots looked so fucking sexy.Jamie’s panties—virgin white with big navy-blue dots—were going to be something I thought about for weeks on end.
“Cav, why don’t you demonstrate a few positions you prefer?”
I hadn’t expected Edge to defer to me, but I certainly didn’t mind.
Although I wasn’t sure I liked how this was progressing, I figured what the hell.Edge was being hardheaded here, but Jamie was going along with it, so what else was I supposed to do?
“When it comes to positions,” I told her as I walked around her, taking the opportunity to slide my finger along her arm, up to her shoulder, “the objective is for the submissive to be as pleasing to her Master as possible.While there are probably hundreds of positions listed somewhere, there are only a few I prefer.The one that’s most important is kneel.”
Jamie peered over at me as though waiting for my instruction.It was an innately submissive reaction, but I wondered if she even realized she did it.
“Please,” I said, motioning toward the floor.“Kneel.”
“Yes, Professor.”Without waiting, Jamie lowered herself to her knees.
“If you go to the club, you’ll meet some submissives who truly enjoy kneeling for their Master,” Edge explained.“I’ve heard them say it makes them feel safe to kneel at their Dom’s feet.”
“Some Doms prefer it as well,” I explained.“It allows them to feel close to their submissive, more protective.”I reached for Jamie’s right hand and gently moved it around behind her.“Bring your other arm back.”I waited until she did.“Rest your ass on your legs, keep your arms behind your back, chest up, eyes down.”
