He had waited more than a month since his first visit to the club to start his training to be a Dom. Six unbearably, fucking long weeks to be exact until someone became available to show him the ropes so to speak. And that someone was going to be none other than Kerian. He had lucked out that his originally planned mentor had a family emergency to deal with and that the well-respected and long-time Dom and slave owner would be sharing his wisdom. When Catalina volunteered to be the sub he could experiment with, he felt he had really hit the jackpot. Every spare moment in the waiting weeks had been spent at the club, watching and taking mental notes on everything he was seeing and overhearing. Like a sponge, he soaked it all up. All of the men exuded the kind of prowess and power that he longed to possess himself. And the submissives… hot damn. As he recalled the first time he met Catalina, he remembered thinking she was acting smugly, but what he had mistaken for arrogance was simply confidence.
