Page 58 of A Master's Destiny
“Nothing!” Slater answers, pointing at me. “I have no clue what Davis’s beef is now. We had things settled, but he’s back at it again.”
Alana looks at me sternly. “What seems to be the problem, Mr. Davis?”
Unsure of how to answer, I pause and think for a moment. “It’s a private issue, Alana. I will not let it affect my performance in class again.”
She looks at me with compassion. “Is it something I can help with?”
I smile, appreciating that she cares enough to ask.
Slater shakes his head in disbelief.
Alana glares at him. “Is there something you would like to say, Mr. Slater?”
He shrugs as he inches toward the door. “I’ll just leave. Wouldn’t want to stand between you two.”
“You’ll do no such thing!” she snaps. “After the session is over tonight, I expect the two of you to stay an extra hour and write up an essay on the most effective ways to build and maintain a long-distance BDSM relationship.”
I can hear the ire in her voice when she adds, “Since you both wasted my time in class, you will make up for it on your own time. I expect that paper on my desk before class begins tomorrow or you both will be dismissed from the program.”
“What?” Slater cries. “You can’t be serious.”
She looks him dead in the eyes without saying a word.
Her punishment is like pouring gasoline on a fire that’s already out of control, and I’m left to question once again if I should even continue at the Center. However, Master Nosh offered me a second chance, and I refuse to go down without a fight.
Resisting the urge to argue, I assure her, “We’ll have that paper to you tomorrow.”
Slater’s lips curl downward but he says nothing.
Alana hands us several books from her bookshelf, then says dismissively, “You may leave, gentlemen.”
Neither of us says a word as we make our way to the first practicum of the night. I find it difficult to walk beside a man I suspect of purposely hurting someone to get at me.
I can only hope he’s sweating bullets right now because I will stop at nothing to prove his guilt.
After a riveting demonstration on fire play taught by the highly talented Mistress Blaze, a Domme I’ve previously met and Samantha personally worked with, I have the opportunity to feel the fiery sensation myself.
Kat and I team up to practice after her demonstration, and I get to feel the fire racing over my back for the first time. The experience leaves me flying on a euphoric high!
I have never been so interested in mastering a skill as I am tonight.
I can’t wait for the first practicum tomorrow after hearing that Mistress Blaze will be overseeing it due to the dangerous nature of the medium.
The thought of being able to recreate the experience I just had for someone else is absolutely mind-blowing to me.
After such an incredible experience, I can’t reconcile myself to the fact that I have to work with Slater afterward. We meet at the commons, and I immediately set the timer for one hour, unwilling to spend a second longer than needed.
It’s clear Slater feels the same because he immediately takes the first book from the stack and starts skimming through it.
I shoot Anderson a quick text in case he took me up on his offer to stay longer and make dinner.
Unexpected school assignment. Will be an hour late. Talk then.
I pull out my notebook and tell Slater, “Rather than us both taking notes on the same material, how about you read out loud and I’ll write it down? We’ll give ourselves forty-five minutes to gather information, then consolidate it so you can dictate while I write the final piece.”
“Fine by me. The sooner I’m out of here, the better.” Slater starts by listing different activities a Dom can assign their sub to keep the power dynamic strong while I meticulously write each one down.
When Slater finishes with the list, he shuts the book. “You want to talk about it?”
