Page 19 of A Master's Destiny
She blushes, signing him in and handing him the pass. “Enjoy!” When he takes the pass and winks at her, her blush grows even deeper.
I slap Durov on the shoulder. “I’ve seriously got to go. Want to meet in the parking lot after my class is over?”
He grins. “No need,moy droog. I don’t plan to stay long.”
I get the sense that spending the day on the beach was just what the Russian needed. Heck, if I’m being honest. I needed it, too.
Chastity
After getting off the elevator, I rush down the hallway and make it to class just as the bell rings. All eyes turn to me as I sit down—including our instructor’s.
“Alana, I apologize for being late. A good friend called and needed a favor.”
She nods, stating, “Friends and family are important.”
Turning to the class, Alana takes the opportunity to speak on the subject. “As a Dominant, it is easy to become overly self-reliant. Be cautious about that. It’s important to create a circle of people you can trust and rely on.”
She smiles when she adds, “Take it from me, it will serve you well in countless ways in the years to come.”
I’m grateful to Alana for being understanding. The last thing I want is to disrespect her or her time.
Ready to get to work, I pull out my notebook. As Alana launches into the lesson, I begin taking notes, but even as I start writing down the importance of providing aftercare for a submissive, my mind drifts back to Anderson. The guy’s timing couldn’t be worse for a visit, but I seriously can’t wait to see him.
By the end of class, I am itching to begin the first practicum.
Alana informs us, “Now that you’ve had a chance to practice on yourselves, we want you to have an opportunity to use the violet wand in a scene. Naturally, we also expect you to apply what you learned about aftercare.”
As I’m walking down the hallway toward the next practicum, Surfer Boy slides up beside me and mutters under his breath, “I see how it is…”
“What?” I snarl, walking faster.
“You’ve got her eating out of your hand. Is it possible you’re shagging our good professor outside of class?”
Offended that he would slander Alana’s good name, I take a sudden, spontaneous swing at him.
Slater dodges my punch but smirks as he raises his hands in surrender and backs away. In a low voice only I can hear, he taunts, “Methinks the lady doth protest too much…”
“Mr. Davis!”
I look down the hallway to see Master Nosh staring hard at me.
This is the second time Slater has made me look like the aggressor. I keep quiet because I know anything I say in my own defense will only make things worse.
I have no idea why Slater is pushing my buttons, but the guy is a fool if he thinks I’m going to do anything to jeopardize this opportunity. I smile to myself because Surfer Boy has no idea who he’s dealing with. I’ve survived my monstrous mother, so this…well, this is just a walk in the park for me.
I walk up to Master Nosh and assure him that it will not happen again.
“No, it will not,” the Head Trainer agrees harshly. “We have no tolerance for violent behavior at this school.”
I’m grateful for my ability to compartmentalize problems. Rather than stew over Slater’s latest stunt, I focus all my energy on the task at hand—which happens to be a pleasurable one.
This practicum is being held in a larger room than the one from last night. I notice six tantra chairs spaced far apart as I walk in. The other trainers are sitting at a table in the center of the room.
Walking over to the table, Master Nosh sits down and reminds us, “Tonight, we will observe how you utilize what you’ve learned about the violet wand. As you can see, we have spaced the tantra chairs out to prevent unintentional arcs from your instruments during the scenes.”
I chuckle to myself, thinking how funny it would be if we accidentally shocked each other while wielding our violet wands for the first time with a sub. Damn, that would be fucking hilarious!
Maestro Leo tells the class, “Once again, you will be scening with a submissive who has been specifically chosen for you based on the application you filled out.”
