A Lesson in Blackmail - Black Mountain Academy

Which leads us to now.

“Well, Nathaniel, I believe I can agree that with proper training you will make a great Dominant and member of Club Alias. Mind you, the first several months are probationary. After you fill out the membership forms and pay your fee, I’ll include my letter of approval. Evelyn will be your sponsor, so be on your best behavior—at the very least, for her sake. This includes when you meet your trainer Seven. Understand?” Doc prompts with a stern look.

Nate holds up both hands in surrender. “All good, Doc. Evie made it loud and clear to the whole world that she belongs to me, so I’ll be fine.”

I slap his abs with the back of my hand, but he doesn’t even flinch. “It was one study hall group, not the whole world.” I roll my eyes.

“Mouse, you could’ve said it to one person, and it would’ve spread through the school like wildfire,” he points out, and I purse my lips.

“Fair enough,” I grumble, and he wraps his arm around me and tucks me into his side.

“So uh, Doc. How do I get this ball rolling? It’s Tuesday, and while my girl hasn’t said anything about it, I know she’s anxious to be back in her ‘happy place,’ as she calls it, and I was hoping to take her there this Friday,” Nate tells him, and I perk up, my eyes going wide at the possibility.

Doc nods, making a note on his pad. “I’ll make sure to expedite your paperwork if you want to get me everything by tomorrow.”

“I’ll call my accountant tonight,” Nate replies, and I snort next to him. When he turns his head to look at me with a raised brow, I pull my lips between my teeth. “What?” he prompts.

I shake my head. “Nothing,” I singsong, but when he tickles my side, I squeal. “First, a financial advisor, and now an accountant. You’re the oldest eighteen-year-old I’ve ever known.”

“Can’t let you feel like too much of a cradle robber,” he teases, and I squawk and punch his side… to which he doesn’t even flinch… again.

“Well, you two, that’s the end of your hour,” Doc says, setting his pad to the side and standing. He holds his hand out to Nate when we stand from the couch, and he grips it tightly. “While the average number of sessions for club entry is four, and I’ve approved you for membership, I’d like to suggest you continue coming, maybe twice a month, for a session for us to keep an eye on your OCD, just until we really get a handle on the symptoms and to document how your Dominant training affects it.”

“Will do, Doc. I’ll be here,” Nate agrees, and I beam up at him. “Will you be at the club on Friday?”

“I haven’t decided yet. I have… other things I’m working on at the moment, but I might stop by just to say hi,” Doc replies, and he pulls out some papers from his folio. “Here’s the membership application and the account information for the money transfer.”

“Sounds good. I’ll get it sent ASAP.”

And with that, we leave the office, and Nathaniel takes me out for a nice dinner, claiming he wants a steak. Two hours later, we go to my house for a “celebratory quickie,” as he calls it, before he tucks me into bed and heads home.Chapter 24NateThere’s so much to look at, but at the same time, all I see is Evelyn. Dressed in black lace lingerie, a sheer black robe wrapped around her to make me a little less homicidal, I can’t stop looking at her. Somehow, she transformed the moment she stepped into the club. Still submissive and respectful, but every last drop of her anxiety and unconscious fidgeting—gone. Gone is my little, meek library mouse, and in her place is a sensual cougar who reeks of confidence. I’ve had a perma-boner since the moment we arrived.

And although there are countless women around in various states of undress, it’s not even a challenge to pay sole attention to the woman I love, because she’s the most beautiful of them all.

We sit in one of the large black leather booths, Evie sipping a glass of white wine while I finish off my mineral water. Just because I’m now a member of an elite BDSM club doesn’t mean I get to illegally drink underage. Not that I would anyway, since I drove, and I wouldn’t risk putting my girl in any type of unnecessary danger.

Evie perks up beside me. “Oh! There he is! Awww, look at her little belly,” she coos, and I turn in the direction she’s looking.

“That’s the trainer? Seven or whatever?” I prompt, looking him up and down, allowing myself just one moment to imagine him with Evelyn. My nostrils flare with jealousy, but then the couple approaches a guy who would tower over even me.