Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Gunplay!” Liberty gasps. “Why would anyone want that?”
“Some do. Gunplay is considered edge play, which I’ll get to. But I’m just using it as an example. Another of my hard limits is breath play.”
“Meaning…” Liberty prods.
My God, this woman is going to try my patience during this whole class.
“Like I said, we will get to edge play. Right now, we’re just discussing hard and soft limits. One of my soft limits is anal play. I only engage in anal play with the right Dominant.”
Anal play. Already my skin is tingling. Jackson paid a lot of attention to my ass.
I’ll bet he likes anal play.
Will that be a hard limit for me? A soft limit?
Neither.
With Jackson, I already know I’ll have no limits.
Liberty’s hand goes up again.
“We’re going to run out of time if we don’t continue,” Mary says. “I’m going to ask you guys to hold all questions.”
Liberty puts her hand down with a slight pout.
I send a subliminal thank-you to Mary.
“Now I’m going to show you some of the instruments that may be used in introductory submissive play.”
I recognize almost all of the things she pulls out, though I can’t name them all. Most of them were hanging on the walls of the rooms where Jackson and I…
I listen with one ear until Mary says—
“At the end of this four-week class, if you’d like, we will visit an actual leather club. I have permission to bring people in before club hours. However, because it’s a private club, you will have to sign nondisclosure agreements. If you’re uncomfortable with that, you certainly don’t have to participate.”
Oh God.
Black Rose Underground.
She’s going to take us to Black Rose Underground.
My breath comes rapidly. No reason to have a panic attack, Mandy. She said it will be during off hours. Jack won’t be there.
Then Mary looks at me. Cocks her head.
She did recognize me Saturday night.
My blush makes my cheeks go hot.
Her cheeks redden as well.
I thought I could handle this, but I can’t.
This will be my last class at Treasure’s Chest. No way can I face her again.
Not when I’m in love with one of her Dominants.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Jackson
Blossom is teaching a class tonight. I still haven’t forgiven myself for what went on between us, so I wait for her outside Treasure’s Chest. I’m holding a glass vase of lilies, her favorite.
The door opens, and a gorgeous dark-skinned woman leaves with a tall and handsome blond man.
Then a young woman with black hair and creamy white skin.
The classes at Treasure’s Chest are usually small, so Mary should be coming out at any time.
A few minutes and then the door opens once more.
And—
I drop the bouquet of flowers with a crash.
Mandy. Mandy is coming out the door, and she looks lovely with her hair in a ponytail and black leggings hugging that delectable ass.
She gasps when she sees me. “Jack! What are you doing here?”
Then she eyes the flowers on the ground and the shattered glass from the broken vase scattered over the sidewalk.
Oh God…
I didn’t know Mandy was here, and now she’s going to think I’m here to meet another woman.
Which, of course, I am. But it’s not the way she thinks.
“I’m…waiting for you?”
“Nice try.” She glances at the flowers. “I don’t even like lilies.”
She’s right. Amanda’s favorite flower is a pink rose. Her favorite fruit is a sweet cherry. Her favorite color is red. Her favorite animal is a zebra, unless you count dogs, which are really her favorite.
I know all her favorites.
Blossom comes out next.
“Oh! Hi there, Jackson.”
“Mary.”
Blossom drops her gaze to the broken vase of flowers on the concrete, and then she looks at Mandy.
I can almost see the equation formulating in her mind.
“Always nice to see you.” She turns to Mandy. “See you next week in class or maybe in the store.” Then she hurries off.
She knows. Blossom knows those flowers were for her, and she knows I was with Mandy at the club over the weekend.
She’s a good person. She tried to save all our faces.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
Mandy brushes by me. “See you later.”
I follow her and step in front of her, bringing her to a halt. “That’s it? See you later?”
“What more do you want me to say, Jackson? You obviously brought flowers for someone else. Someone who was here at the shop. I know it was Mary.”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Really, it doesn’t matter what I think, Jackson. You made it pretty clear the way you feel about me and what we shared.”
“Damn it, Mandy. I don’t even know how I feel about what we shared.”
“Well, I do. I feel like…”
“What?”
“I feel like I want to learn, and you’re not willing to teach me. So that’s why I’m here. I came to a class.”
“And Mariah—Mary—is your teacher?”
“She’s willing to teach me more than you are.”
Relief surges through me. If Blossom is Mandy’s teacher, she’ll learn well. Blossom is an experienced submissive. But Mandy will eventually go looking for a Dominant.