Fleur de Nuit: Bourbon Street Bondage, Book 1

by Cat Montmorency

  His green eyes glinted. “I have a good sense of these things.”

  Moira blushed and looked away, grateful that their waitress chose that moment to bring their appetizers. When she glanced back, Adrian’s gaze hadn’t left her.

  “I need a promise from you, mon ange.”

  Moira stuck a grilled shrimp in her mouth and let out a little moan. “God, these are good. What kind of promise are we talking about?”

  “You have to promise to enjoy yourself.”

  Moira smiled shyly and took another bite, letting the shrimp and black bean cake melt in her mouth. “Mmm. You know, Adrian, I think that’s a promise I can make.”

  Chapter Eight

  “The whole point of a Dominant/submissive lifestyle isn’t the bondage or inflicting pain. Granted, it can enhance the pleasure quite a bit, as you’ve been finding out, but the idea is broader than that.” Adrian sipped his ice water and continued. “The sub gets pleasure from serving, the Dominant gains pleasure from being a protector and teacher. The relationship is like any other. It can be purely sexual, or it can be an entire way of living.”

  Moira raised her eyebrow at him. “So that’s why we’re playing without toys today?”

  He laughed. “Aptly put, and oui. You’re also going to work with a real sub tonight.” Smiling at her surprise, Adrian stood and walked to the door. “Ready?”

  She stood and followed him to the bedroom next door. Adrian had been training her every night for a week, and despite a few false starts along the way, she’d never felt as good about herself. The nightmares had even settled some. They weren’t gone by any means, but they’d lost a bit of sharpness.

  But this was the first time he’d brought anyone else to their sessions, and she wasn’t at all sure about it.

  “Moira, I would very much like you to meet Gavin. He’s one of the finest male subs I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, and he’s agreed to work with us—or should I say you—tonight.”

  “Thank you, Master Adrian. It’s my pleasure, Mistress.”

  Gavin was an inch or two shorter than Adrian, which still left him a good bit taller than Moira. Still, he managed to not make eye contact with either of them. His brown hair was short and lightly gelled, his face clean-shaven and boyish. He looked so innocent.

  It was his innocence that settled her. It felt safe.

  She turned back to Adrian. “So the whole point of tonight is…?”

  “Consensual pleasure, bien sûr. Gavin’s job is to please you. Yours is to reward him in return. It’s that simple, really. You tell him what you want, and make sure he gets what he needs. You both win.”

  “And you?”

  “Will be in the corner if you need me.”

  Moira choked. “You’re going to watch?”

  “Unless you’d prefer I join in. Gavin won’t mind.” He laughed at the expression on her face. “Mais, maybe next time.”

  Moira laughed. “Sorry. I forgot for a minute that the rules are different here.”

  “Different, yes. Also better.”

  “One thing at a time, Adrian.”

  “I’ll be over here if you change your mind.” He walked to the corner and sat. “But you’ll find that the watching can be as much of an experience as the doing.”

  Moira shook her head and turned back to look at the waiting sub. The rules were different, as Adrian seemed to delight in showing her. And presented with this beautiful man standing stock-still, waiting for her, Moira realized she had no idea what she was doing.

  “Moira?” Adrian’s voice was surprisingly gentle.

  “What do I do?” She turned back to her mentor, her face begging for an answer.

  Adrian smiled. “What do you wish to do? Touch him. Feel him. Command him. Command him to touch you. The rules are the same ones we’ve spent the last week working with. Hurt but don’t harm. If he pleases you, reward him. The goal for tonight, remember, is simply pleasure.”

  She took a deep breath.

  “Would it help if you dressed the part?”

  Moira’s head whipped toward Adrian with a shocked look. “What do you mean?”

  He gave a quiet laugh. “Viens. Gavin, you may make yourself comfortable while we’re gone.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  She followed Adrian out the door and into an adjoining room. The last few evenings had been incredible, learning to beat him properly, learning new ways to enjoy sex, learning that taking control was not only surprisingly necessary for her, but fun as well.

  It was also damn difficult. Adrian had to keep pushing her to let go. It was ridiculous. Put her in front of a class, and no problem. Put her in front of a man who was willing to follow the slightest command, and she froze up.

  Absurd. That’s what it was.

  Adrian cleared his throat. She glanced up, almost choking again when she saw what he held.

  “Please don’t tell me you’re serious.”

  He smiled and looked at the corset in his hand. “I know it’s cliché. But I also know how amazing you’d look in it. Almost as amazing as you’d feel. Clothes are empowering, and there’s nothing quite like dressing the part.” He waved behind him at a pair of black knee-high stiletto boots.

  Moira closed her eyes and took a breath.

  “Sometimes, Moira, letting go is a spectacular form of taking control.”

  She opened her eyes and snatched the corset from him. It was ivory, with black stays, trim and ties. Not especially fancy and not leather. Which was good. She wasn’t ready for leather.

  Adrian chuckled. “Bonne fille. The rest is by the boots.”

  She stepped over and saw black lace panties, stockings and garter belt. Moira swallowed. “You’ll have to help. I have no idea how to put half of this on.”

  “Ma chère, I thought you would never ask.”

  She trembled slightly as his long fingers unzipped her dress. It was ridiculous, she knew, since she’d had sex with the man every night this past week. Multiple times. And being helped to dress was too intimate?

  Absurd.

  “Arms up.”

  She complied, allowing him to wrap the corset around her. It was silk, and it felt both strange and amazing, the way it hugged her, so soft and sleek and supportive. Adrian tugged at the ties, tightening laces until it was snug against her.

  “Beautiful.” His fingertips ran down her sides, tracing the stays, and sliding over the tiny demiskirt attached to the corset. And then he slapped her ass.

  “Adrian.”

  He smiled and pointed. “Garter belt first and then the panties.”

  He helped her dress one piece at a time, until she pulled on the last boot. Moira stood, feeling oddly more powerful, and definitely taller, while Adrian looked her over. Then he directed her to turn, quickly wrapping her hair into a bun and pinning it with who knew what. She turned again, waiting for approval.

  “Hmm. It’s missing something.”

  Moira arched an eyebrow. Her ensemble was missing a lot of somethings. “I feel like I’m dressing for a cabaret.”

  Adrian flashed a wicked smile. “Ah. I have exactly the thing.” He turned and opened the doors of an armoire. After a moment’s rummaging, he emerged holding something.

  “A top hat?”

  “Bien sûr.” He sat it on her head at an angle, and arranged the bit of lace on the brim so it barely covered her eyes. “Perfection. The transformation is complete. Viens.”

  Moira took a deep breath and followed Adrian back into the room in which they’d left Gavin to wait. The sub stood as soon as they entered, hands clasped behind his back, his eyes quickly flickering over them before settling on the floor beyond her again.

  It was an interesting trick, one she’d have to ask Adrian about. Adrian himself settled back in his chair in the corner with a smile on his face.

  Showtime.

  “Gavin.”

  “Yes, Mistress?”

  She took a quiet breath while she looked him over. Dressed in a dark
blue button-down shirt and slacks, he filled them out exquisitely. But heaven only knew what she wanted to do with him.

  Moira reached out and ran a hand over his shirt. “Take this off.”

  His fingers slowly undid the buttons, sliding from one to the next with a delicate touch. He had beautiful hands, with well-manicured nails.

  Beneath the shirt was a body that sent a surge of unmitigated lust through her. Deceptively broad shoulders, well-defined pecs and abs. Sharp obliques that ran far too enticingly into his pants. Every muscle in his arms stood out against his skin.

  “You take good care of yourself.”

  “I try, Mistress.”

  Her fingers drifted down his chest, tracing the definition. When she reached his belt, she moved back up and over his shoulder as she slowly walked around him. She took her time, partly to admire him, and partly to decide what to do next.

  Oh, the things I could do with him.

  She had to stop herself from laughing at the thought. Two weeks ago, the idea would have been so foreign.

  She came back around to the front with a faint smile. Adrian said watching could be its own experience. Fine. “Strip for me, Gavin.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  And oh, she loved hearing that.

  Gavin took his time, toeing off his shoes and peeling off his socks, making a show of unbuckling his belt and letting his obviously expensive pants fall to the floor. His boxers landed next to them.

  Moira enjoyed every moment of it, right down to the reveal of his already straining erection.

  She took another moment to take him all in. He really was gorgeous. “Gavin, look at me.”

  He looked up, glancing over her quickly before settling on her eyes. She bit her lip and grinned, crooking a finger at him. “Now me. Panties only.” Adrian had been right, the clothes gave her confidence, and she wasn’t ready to lose them all.

  “Yes, Mistress.” This time, his voice had a distinct huskiness to it.

  Gavin slipped the black lace panties down her legs slowly. She planted her palm on his chest as he stood back up. Moira walked forward, pushing him back into the bed. “On your back.”

  He complied, and she followed, straddling him. Leaning forward, she placed one hand around his neck gently, her thumb stroking his jaw. “What’s your safe word, Gavin?”

  “Maroon, Mistress.”

  “Thank you. Hands above your head.”

  Adrian cleared his throat, and she turned, blushing. She’d forgotten he was there.

  “There are rope cuffs and condoms under the pillow.”

  Moira nodded and pulled them out. “I thought tonight was no toys?”

  Adrian laughed. “This is no toys. Continue, s’il vous plaît.”

  She shook her head and turned back to Gavin, feeling more self-conscious. Focus. Closing her hand around his throat with a slight bit of pressure, Moira leaned in and kissed him. Her free hand pinned one of his down while she explored his mouth. She’d always enjoyed kissing. The push and pull, the dance of two tongues determined to discover everything about the other. And it did exactly what she wanted it to—it made her forget about Adrian. She slid her mouth from Gavin’s and down along his jaw, while the hand on his neck made a slow journey up his arm until she had that wrist pinned as well.

  Moira nibbled at his jaw and neck and shoulders and chest until he was panting hard and the tightness of his muscles made her laugh with pleasure.

  When she pulled her hands away, he kept his above his head where she’d placed them. She took her time working her way down him, touching every inch of skin from his wrists to his chest. Sliding to his side, she let her hands continue down his stomach and lower. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing gently up to the head, until she could feel him panting with need.

  Then she bent over and swirled her tongue around his tip. “Mmm. You taste fantastic. Salty and masculine.”

  “Thank you, Mistress.”

  She chuckled. “Poor Gavin.” Moira could hear the need in his voice. It reflected the deep ache between her own legs. Still, short of climbing on and riding him, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. She let her hands continue their exploration while she looked back at him. “What do you need, Gavin? What would you like?”

  It wasn’t exactly commanding him, but she really didn’t know what she wanted.

  “May I pleasure you, Mistress? I would very much like that.”

  Moira gave the sub an appraising look. That’s an answer I can get behind. She smiled as an idea came to her. “You may. But you will not touch yourself unless I tell you, and you will not come without permission.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Moira leaned in and kissed him leisurely, letting her hands drift over his chest and arms. “Then you may begin.”

  His hands slowly came down to cover her arms and trace the line of her breasts where they spilled over the top of her corset before he slowly rolled her over. He didn’t cover her, but stayed to the side. His hands lifted each nipple from beneath the fabric before he took one then the other into his mouth. One hand followed the line of her black stays until it reached her legs and slowly moved between them.

  Gavin was good. His mouth alternated between her nipples while his fingers played between her legs, thrusting into her and then back out to tease her clit. He pushed her to first one and then another orgasm before she knew it, and then his mouth moved to join his fingers, bringing her to a third gasping climax. And he didn’t stop there, not until Moira fisted his hair in her hands and pulled him away.

  “Inside me, now.”

  His answer was a groan. He took the offered condom and rolled it on, and then he was there, filling her up. “How do you want me, Mistress?”

  The desperation in his voice made up her mind. She put a hand on his chest, keeping his arms locked out. “Eyes on me. Go slowly, Gavin.”

  His body strained, and he rolled his hips, drawing out and pushing back in. Moira realized quickly she was going to have a hard time keeping him to his pace. As nice as it was to watch him struggle, to feel his slow, deep penetration, it was making her as desperate as he looked. With his next thrust, she rolled him over, straddling him so she was in control.

  She smiled, taking a moment to enjoy the way he felt beneath her, the clench of his muscles between her legs. God, it was an amazing feeling. The power of being in control, of being on top, giving the orders.

  “Mistress.”

  There was a begging quality to his voice that made her smile even wider. She could feel his need to move, and how hard he fought it. Moira squeezed and was rewarded with a deep, desperate groan.

  It was all her show, and she loved it.

  Moira rocked her hips forward hard, once, twice. She leaned over Gavin, hands splayed across his chest, planting kisses over his skin as she built a slow rhythm. She rocked against him harder and bit at his chest. “Remember, you will not come until I say, Gavin.”

  “Yes, Mistress Moira,” he gasped as she ran her tongue over his nipple. Really, it wasn’t fair to him, to make him wait when he’d already brought her to climax three times tonight. But the way he said yes, Mistress was intoxicating and so was the way he worked so hard to do as she asked.

  With another nip at his chest, she sat up, hands on his stomach to help her keep rhythm. The deeper penetration at this angle was so amazing it was hard to stay calm and not just ride him for all she was worth.

  But she did need to come first. “Put your hands on my waist and watch me.” He complied, his eyes burning. Forcing herself to keep to slow and steady, she brought one hand under the demiskirt of her corset. She didn’t bother to hold in the moan of pleasure as she touched herself, her finger circling her clit and adding to the delicious pressure. Gavin’s hips rocked beneath her, keeping time. His jaw clenched and unclenched, his hands held onto her, straining. He panted with the effort. It was beautiful.

  She was so lost in watching him that her orgasm surprised her
. Her back arched, and she pitched forward with a moan as Gavin’s hips continued to push her through it. A single hand on his hips stilled him. Nibbling at his pecs, she gave herself a moment to recover. Her chest heaved against the corset, her breath coming hard and fast. And then she sat up, laughing. Oh, what a feeling it all was.

  Gavin groaned as she rose up and off him.

  She laughed again. “I know, it’s terrible, but this should make up for it.” Spinning around, she straddled his chest so she faced his legs. She pulled the condom off with a damp cloth, pumping him a few times, and tossed it to the floor before turning back with a wink. “Remember, not until I say.”

  “Yes—oh God!” Her hand tightened around the base of his shaft. “Yes, Mistress!”

  Moira grinned and ran her tongue over his hot, velvety length. She knew he was close, and it wouldn’t take much. She squeezed her hand again and took his head in her mouth. He tasted so good, all salt and musk.

  Behind her, Gavin groaned. “Oh God. Please, Mistress…”

  She took him farther into her mouth with a smile and slowly sucked her way to the tip. “Beg me, Gavin.”

  “God above, and all the saints.” She squeezed him again and licked his head. “Please!”

  “Please what?”

  “Please, Mistress, please let me come—ah!” he cried out again as she sucked his length.

  “Count to five, and then you may come.”

  “Thank you, Mistress!” He groaned as she stroked him.

  “Count out loud.”

  “One,” he gasped.

  She closed her mouth on him again, swirling her tongue around his tip.

  “Two.”

  Slowly, she took him deep.

  “Three.”

  His voice strained as she pressed her tongue against him and sucked hard.

  “Four.”

  She could hear the pain in his voice, the tremor as he held back. Moira smiled and drew her way up him again, until she held only the head, and then worked back down as the last number came.

  “Five!” His hips bucked beneath her, and she sucked hard at the wet heat of his release as her hand squeezed at him again.