“Morgan Turner,” she said in a lilting voice, looking past Olivia to the men behind her. Olivia tried not to be too judgmental. All of the women had indicated they were straight on their paperwork so it wasn’t totally unnatural for them to focus more on them even if Olivia had been asking the question. Still, she had a feeling that if there was going to be a problem student in this class, it was going to be Morgan. “My last relationship was with a Dom. We never attended any clubs, although he took me to a few parties. I tried the regular dating scene these past few months but I was frustrated when I couldn’t find what I was looking for. I wanted to get into Stronghold as a regular submissive, but they said I had to take this class first.”

Depending on what her relationship with her previous Dom had been like, that small bit of experience could help or hinder her.

Olivia made a small note in her mind before turning to the black woman Mitch had focused on.

“I’m Rae,” she said, pronouncing it as ‘ray’. She looked directly at Olivia—not in a challenging manner, more like she was focusing on Olivia as the titular leader and also a way to ignore the men standing behind her. “I’m here because of Domi.”

“That would be me,” said the curly haired waif sitting next to Rae, raising her hand. Olivia’s lips twitched at Dominique’s nickname, feeling the men stirring behind her in reaction. “I’ve been doing a lot of research online and reading books, and all the chat boards said Stronghold is the best in the area, plus it’s the closest to my apartment, so that’s where I applied.”

“Good,” Olivia said to her, and immediately saw her greenish eyes brighten at the approval. She turned her attention back to Rae. “If you’re only here for Domi”—she would not laugh, she would not laugh—“you may want to rethink taking this class. It’s not going to be fun for someone who isn’t actually interested in BDSM.”

Rae’s lips pressed together, her shoulders hunching slightly in. Very different from the more confident woman she’d appeared to be when she’d introduced herself.

“I’m interested,” she muttered. Quietly. Almost resentfully.

Interested, but not particularly happy about her interest or having to admit to it. Olivia felt for her. Submissives tended to struggle with their own desires, especially at first. Domi leaned her shoulder into Rae’s, giving her some unspoken support, and the two of them exchanged a quick glance before Rae sat up again.

Since she’d gotten the answer she wanted from Rae, Olivia steeled herself and turned to her last submissive, who was watching her with a kind of quiet patience she found far too appealing. She raised her eyebrow at him.