A Lesson in Blackmail - Black Mountain Academy

“Yes, and the Dom they’re talking to is called Knight,” she tells me. “And before you ask, no, I’ve never scened with him. He never participated in the activities here until recently, when he too got married and his wife started coming. Interesting relationship those two have.”

“How so?” I ask curiously.

“They’re switches.”

“Switches?” I prompt, my brow furrowing, unfamiliar with the term. I haven’t come across it in my research.

She leans her head on my shoulder, but I continue to watch the three near the bar. “Yeah, they switch roles. Sometimes he’s the Dom, and then the other times she is.”

I huff. “Don’t get any ideas, mouse.”

She scoffs. “As if. Could you imagine?” She giggles.

I chuckle. “No, I can’t.”

I stare at the trainer as they all chat for a minute, and then Seven turns to his wife, places his hands gently on either side of her little bump, and proceeds to bend down and loudly motorboat her tits. I lift a brow at that then watch as his wife laughs and swats him away, shaking her head as she looks back up at the tall dude while Seven steps behind her, wrapping his arms around her and placing his chin down on her shoulder. When he starts swaying their bodies back and forth to the beat of the music filling the club, rubbing big circles on her belly with open palms, I look away just as she closes her eyes and he places a kiss to the side of her throat.

My eyes turn to Evie, seeing she’s watching me. With a little smirk on her lips, her eyes roam over my face. She lifts a brow. “See?”

I nod. “Okay, okay,” I admit, “you were right. Nothing to worry about there.”

“Told ya,” she says with a wink behind her black lace mask, and I reach over and pinch her nipple through her robe and bra. She yelps then looks contrite, and I give her a devilish grin.

“Well, we’re here, sweet Evie. Is there like… a room or somewhere we can go?” I ask, looking around at the curtained off alcoves on the other sides of the booths.

She shakes her head. “Not yet. You have to be certified first.”

“Then where exactly do I get to enjoy my woman while we’re here until that happens?” I prompt, and she gestures around the club with her wine glass before taking a sip.

“Anywhere out in the open,” she replies, and I look around. Sure enough, there are people in all sorts of positions doing various sexual acts—inside the booths, up in the cages holding stripper poles, and right there on the dance floor. There are several people standing around and just watching, and somehow, they don’t look like creepers. They come across more like spectators, learning from the acts in front of them. It’s all voyeuristic and sensual, especially the couple beneath the two having sex in the cage, the man standing behind his woman, his arm wrapped around the front of her and his hand beneath her skirt as they watch. From the motion of his arm and the look on her face, he’s finger-fucking her good, and soon, her knees buckle as she comes loudly.

I blow out a breath. “And when does my training start exactly?”

“Fridays are Seven’s night off from training. But he has sessions all throughout the week and on Saturdays. I suppose Saturdays will be your night, since you’ll already be on this side of town and probably won’t be able to come during the school week,” she explains, and I nod, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “You’ll just have to make sure you don’t wear me out too badly on Friday evenings.”

I lift a brow. “And why is that?” I don’t like the idea of being limited on what I get to do to her.

She stares me in the eyes with her lips slightly pinched. “Because during training, I will have to come with you, since you’ll need a sub to practice his instructions on. And as jealous as you get over the idea of me being with any of these Doms in the past, I think you can understand quite clearly that I would not be okay with you using some other sub to train with.”

Her spike of possessiveness makes my cock strain against my zipper, and before I even plan my attack, I snatch her wine glass out of her hand and shove it and my water out of the way. I grip her around the waist, and she squeals as I haul her up on top of the table before me. I take hold of her left thigh and pull her leg to the other side of me, placing her feet on the cushioned seat. I grip her knees in my big hands, watching her tits bounce as she jumps when it tickles. My eyes lift to hers.