Learning to Yield (Power Exchange Academy - Submissive Center/Master's School) Read Online Free

entire time and hadn't said a word.
    There were two others who had just come in. One, a tall long-legged blonde, had clearly not obeyed the "no makeup" rule and had come in with red lipstick and a lot of dark eyeliner. She looked beautiful though, in her short black dress, and walked in her six-inch heels as though she did it all day, every day.
    She hadn't gotten a good look at the last woman. She seemed a little older, and was wearing a yellow summer dress.
    Ashley herself was wearing her accursed four-inch heels again, with the pencil skirt she'd worn to work.
    She'd dug another blouse from the depths of her closet. It had once been her favorite, but these days it hugged her figure a little closer than she liked. She couldn't help tugging at it awkwardly from time to time, pulling the hem down or adjusting the neckline.
    Maybe she should have taken Rebecca up on her offer of help on a shopping trip – though shopping was one of her least favorite things to do. Ashley hated looking at herself in the mirrors, trying on clothes that refused to fit in one area or another.
    The five of them waited, mostly silent, fidgeting and stealing glances at each other. Finally, the door swung open, and they all looked up expectantly.
    A young woman came out, but it wasn't the teacher Ashley was expecting. This woman carried a clipboard, and wore nothing but a pair of black stilettos and a black collar, the rest of her stark naked. It was an amazing sight here in such a plain, businesslike lobby.
    Her long dark hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her body was lean, her skin smooth and tanned, and completely hairless. She was pretty, but what drew Ashley's attention was the way she moved - with practiced, purposeful grace, as though completely comfortable and at ease.
    She smiled warmly around at the prospective students. "Hi there," she said. "My name is Juliette. I'm an assistant here. May I take your names?”
    She looked at them each in turn, writing down the names as they were given.
    Ashley barely registered the others' names, waiting for her turn, mesmerized by the way the assistant stood there with such poise.
    She was last to give her name. “Ashley Kensington.” She had intended to sound confident but her voice came out as a squeak.
    The assistant gave her a small, understanding smile. “The professors are waiting, so if you will all follow me in and take a seat."
    Well, it was now or never. Ashley swallowed hard and stood up to follow Juliette. Her feet were already starting to hurt, and she wobbled a little in her heels as she took her first steps. She cursed under her breath, wishing she were as graceful as the young assistant, who's naked behind swayed seductively as she entered through the door to the next room.
    There were seven chairs in a row - more than enough for the five students, who all sat down next to each other.
    The professors were seated behind a long table at the front of the room, talking amongst themselves in low voices. None of them looked up at the students.
    Ashley recognized Ms West. She looked over at the two others. There was a tall, handsome but intimidating man with salt-and-pepper hair. Next to him sat a young, solemn man with shoulder-length hair slicked back from his face. It was he that drew Ashley's eye, and she looked at him for as long as she dared.
    He sat leaning back in his chair, muscular arms crossed, swiveling ever so slightly from side to side as he raised his head and looked out over the students. His eyes met hers for the briefest second, and Ashley quickly looked away, feeling a blush already begin to heat her face.
    "Professors," said Juliette in her lilting, pleasant voice. "I have five of the new students. The other two are late." She approached the place where the teachers sat, placed her clipboard on the bench and gracefully knelt on the floor beside Ms. West's chair.
    To Ashley's surprise, Ms. West patted her primly on the head. "Thank you, Juliette." She said, and