How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 33: Doctor Sexy Returns

Professor Steele snickered and leaned back in his chair, fingering his pen at both ends again. "So I'm writing a letter to Eric Masters," he said, his words more in the form of a question than an actual statement.

"Why are you writing him a letter at all?" She questioned, glancing down at the picture in her hands one last time before setting it on the desk.

"Never you mind," he hissed. "Eric Masters is your Sir?"

"Yes...well for now. Temporarily."

Professor Steele snickered again. "Any submission to him would be just that...temporary."

Her eyes narrowed irritably. "He's not as bad as you think he is."

"Oh, no, certainly not. A bit of brainwashing, a few whispered words, false promises and he seems to have a whole cavalcade of naive young women kneeling at his feet."

The thick sarcasm in his voice quickly had her blood boiling again. She planted her hands firmly on her hips, staring at him incredulously. "Are you calling me naive? Because I'm not!"

Professor Steele sighed wearily, gently rocking from side to side in his chair again. "I never said you were. Take my advice, love. Get out while you still can. There's nothing that he can offer you that you can't find elsewhere. Take my mate Christian for starters. He's a mentor, fully skilled in the craft and highly trained to give advice to me and other dominants, past, present and future."

She trembled involuntarily, heat pooling between her thighs, feeling a sudden and unmistakable throbbing in her cunt. "Is he...that well known?"

"Well he's certainly one of the very best heart surgeons in southern California, I'll tell you that much, but in the BDSM community he's known by another name."

Amy's own heart quickened at that first bit of information, wetness pooling in her panties. A huge lump formed in her throat, but she shuddered to ask what his other name was. After swallowing hard, she finally found her voice. "Wh–What is it?"

"Master Resardio," he replied.

Her brows quickly drew together, a bewildered expression crossing her face. "Master Resardio?"

"Yes."

"Why Resardio? Is it a middle name or something?" She inquired. She stopped to think about it for a minute. Christian Resardio Masters. No, that didn't sound right.

"I'm afraid that's something you'll have to ask him. I've been sworn to secrecy."

"By him?"

"Well who else would it be?" He replied testily. "I still stand by my word when I say you'd be much better off with him than that blasted wanker Eric. But nevertheless..." He pushed himself forward with a weary sigh, bringing his attention and his pen back to the letter he was writing. "It's never too late for the little sod to learn proper sub etiquette."

While she wouldn't doubt the prospect that she would be much better off with Christian, she was far too pigheaded to admit it. Not just to him, but also to herself. She crossed her arms firmly over her chest. "So that's what you're writing him? A letter on proper sub etiquette?"

Professor Steele's pen stopped moving as he shot an icy glare in her direction, those deep steely green eyes the only indication that he was actually pissed off. "I already told you...what I'm writing is none of your business, pet," he snapped. "Now you'll wait until I'm finished before speaking another word."

Amy exhaled sharply, waiting until he looked away from her before rolling her eyes. She leaned back against the three tall gray metal lockers that sat along the right wall, shoving her hands into the pockets of her dark denim William Rast jeans.