Page 2 of A Master's Destiny
I immediately reach out to stop the elevator doors from closing and watch as Marquis Gray enters. He gazes at me with those dark, penetrating eyes before nodding curtly. “Sir Davis.”
I clear my throat, and respond in a formal tone, “Marquis Gray.”
The man is tall but has a thin build and unusually pale skin. Marquis Gray has a powerful aura that commands respect whether you personally know him or not.
He is well respected in the BDSM community for his talent and skill. However, he is best known for his uncanny ability to see straight into a person’s soul with those dark eyes. Besides being a pillar in the community, he is also one of the trainers at the exclusive Submissive Training Center.
Ever since it opened its doors a little over ten years ago, the Center has become world-renowned for its unique program and the exceptional quality of its submissives. To this day, the Center has continued to produce top-notch students.
It was due to the Submissive Training Center’s unprecedented success that they were recently able to launch the Dominant Training course. I owe Marquis Gray because he was the one who personally invited me to join this session.
I hope to prove his confidence in me is justified.
“Are you prepared for this evening?” Marquis asks, staring straight ahead as the elevator heads down.
“I believe so.”
He nods without turning his head, but I catch the slight smirk on his lips. I get the feeling Marquis Gray doesn’t think I am.
When he steps out of the elevator, I hear him say quietly, “Follow your instincts.”
Before I can respond, Marquis Gray takes an abrupt left and heads toward the Submissive wing of the building.
I scan the large commons area briefly and take a deep breath, mulling over his words. Then I turn in the opposite direction as Marquis Gray and head to the Dominant wing of the school.
My excitement builds with each step I take. I know this Dominant training course is going to change my life. I can feel it in my bones.
Walking into the classroom, I’m startled to see the same pompous guy who’d insulted my car in the parking lot. I take a seat on the opposite side of the classroom and glance up at the clock, surprised to see the instructor isn’t here yet.
I casually glance at the other students, curious about the people I’ll be working with for the next six weeks.
Besides the Surfer Boy, there are only five other men and two women. I happen to catch the eye of a woman sitting next to me. I feel her eyes studying me as if she’s making an assessment.
She looks older than I am, possibly in her thirties. Based on her facial features and the dark brown curls cascading down her back, I suspect she’s of Hawaiian descent. She’s so striking and elegant, that I wonder if she might be a model.
“Hey, sexy,” the man sitting on the other side of her pipes up. He has an overly polished look with his hair slicked back and several gold rings on his fingers.
The woman turns in her chair and stares at him but says nothing.
He leans in closer. “Are you a lesbo?”
I hear the disdain in her voice when she responds. “What did you just say?”
“I hear most Dommes are lesbians, but I don’t have a problem with that.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively, telling her, “I bet it’s hot when you go down on another chick.”
I glare at him, offended by his words, and bark, “Apologize to her at once.”
The woman raises her hand to me. “Thank you, but I can handle this.”
I nod to her and bite back my anger, but my blood is boiling.
The guy looks at me smugly, then whispers to her, “Have you tried cock? I’d be happy to introduce you to mine. I’ve had no complaints…”
I grit my teeth, desperate to punch the man.
The woman lifts her chin higher as she faces forward and stares at the whiteboard in silence, a slight smile on her lips. When the bell finally rings for the class to begin, she stands up and walks up to the teacher’s desk.
I chuckle to myself, suddenly realizing who she is.
