Page 65 of A Master's Destiny
Slater sits back in his chair, a stunned look on his face.
The other students glance at each other, obviously wondering which one of us the panel has come for. Ashford turns to me with a superior look on his face, as if he assumes I’m the one going home.
“Mr. Ashford, what do you have to say for yourself?” Master Nosh demands.
Ashford turns to the Head Trainer and calmly states, “I have nothing to say, Master Nosh. Why are you asking?”
“We have evidence that you tampered with Mr. Davis’s equipment, which resulted in one of our submissives getting injured.”
“You are mistaken,” Ashford assures him.
“No, we are not. I have spoken to the manager at the shop where you purchased the candles before the wax play practicum. She was able to locate the receipt, which included your signature. We also have a videotape that shows the exact moment you switched tool bags in the hallway.”
Ashford briefly glares at me before staring straight ahead in silence for several moments, blinking slowly.
He seems oddly unaffected by the accusation.
Then, in a flurry of motion, he bursts out of his seat and sprints toward the door.
Quick as a flash, Laird grabs and subdues him while Vendari Steele stands in front of the door, blocking his route of escape.
Master Nosh declares in a voice full of barely restrained rage, “You are not only finished here but you will be banished by the BDSM community as well.”
Ashford lashes out. “You are a fucking joke. All of you are!”
He then looks directly at me.
“My IQ is far higher than yours,” he says in a voice dripping with contempt. “People fawn over you like you’re God’s gift to women, but you are nothing—and I suspect you know that deep down inside.”
He glances at the trainers and sneers. “Don’t listen to their accolades, Davis, because it is given by fools.”
Ashford’s eyes shine with malice when he focuses his gaze back on me. “I want you to hit bottom so you can live out your truth.”
Looking at Slater, he adds with a laugh, “Then there’s you. Too incompetent to be of use to anyone.”
“Enough!” Master Nosh snarls.
Turning to Alana, he tells her, “We are canceling class tonight. You will begin tomorrow where you left off.”
Ashford fights the trainers restraining him and he unleashes a string of curses as they physically drag him out of the room.
We all look to Alana in stunned silence.
She looks particularly distraught and quietly lays her pointer on the desk. She then takes a few moments to collect herself before addressing us.
“First and foremost, our job as a Dominant is to protect submissives from harm. That is all for tonight.”
As we quietly file out of the classroom, Kat comes up beside me. “I never suspected Ashford was capable of something like that.”
“No one did.”
I notice Slater trying to catch my attention and I tell her, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kat.”
I hang back to see what the guy wants.
He shakes his head. “That was some crazy shit back there.”
“I’m still in shock,” I confess.
