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It wasn’t safe for her.
She didn’t know this world or the requirements to be involved. She wasn’t even sure of her submissive nature.
Unlike Adalyn, who was the picture of submissive beside me. Even seated on the chair, she possessed an air about her that whispered submission. She enjoyed being dominated.
Although, her reaction to her trainer still confused me.
I’d taunted her with the notion of making a scene, knowing that even if she was punished, she’d still end up enjoying it. All submissives did.
Or they should, anyway.
But her reaction had lacked the undertone of excitement typically found in that situation.
Perhaps it was her gimmick. Without knowing her, I couldn’t read her tells.
Unlike Jenica.
I could absolutely read her reactions.
Which were interesting at the moment, as she appeared to be almost content now, her eyes having closed while I continued to pet her.
If she were a cat, she’d be purring.
Maybe there was a hint of submissiveness in her after all.
Was that why she’d chosen to come here tonight? To explore that side of herself?
I had so many questions that I couldn’t ask with Jax sitting beside us.
“I’ve never trained a new sub before.” I brushed her jaw with my knuckles and skimmed them down her throat, admiring the flush against her pale skin. “Perhaps the university has put me in a teaching mood.”
Her nostrils flared, her breath quickening in response.
“It would be a new experience for you,” Jax offered. “Perhaps it’ll help you get out of whatever mood you’ve been in lately.”
I cut him a look. “I’ve not been in a mood.”
“He’s been in a mood,” he confided to Adalyn, his expression filled with warmth and humor. “Your friend is the first woman he’s paid any attention to since moving back here.”
Jenica’s eyes flashed up to mine, a curious emotion lurking in her gaze.
“I think you should teach her,” Jax continued.
You would not be saying that if you knew this was your sister kneeling between my legs, I thought, fighting the urge to grimace.
“Do you want to learn from him, little angel?” he asked, his voice softening for her.
Jenica held my gaze for a beat, her head still bowed but her eyes looking upward.
She nodded.
And I wasn’t sure if that was because she actually wanted me to teach her or if she thought that was the only way to escape this situation.
Because her expression strongly conveyed the former.
As did the pretty blush painting her collarbone and her stiff nipples beneath the dress.
“?‘Yes, Sir’ is the appropriate response,” Jax murmured. “Verbal consent is important, as is communication.”
