Fleur de Nuit: Bourbon Street Bondage, Book 1

by Cat Montmorency

  Moira stood again, pulling a short rubber flogger from her bag. She perched on the edge of the bed, flicking the tips lightly over Kara’s skin, overwhelming her with sensation. The wool beneath her, the ropes around her, the flogger stinging her skin, on top of the tenderness from the spanking, and the ginger root bleeding its oil into her vaginal walls. All of it combined until Kara was pulling at the ropes and making desperate noises. Moira set the flogger aside and ran her hands over Kara’s body, whispering words of encouragement. She pushed the ginger root in deeper and blew on the skin of her stomach and breasts, listening as Kara moaned.

  And then she did it all again, until Kara was in tears, begging.

  “Mistress, please… I can’t… I need… Oh God, please…”

  Moira crawled back on the bed between her legs and pushed hard on the root. “What do you need, Kara?”

  Kara sobbed. “I need…I need to come… Please, Mistress…”

  Still holding the root, she ran her free hand over Kara’s stomach and down her leg. She increased the pressure.

  Kara pulled hard against her restraints, fighting back a scream. “Please, Mistress… Please let me come, I…” Her words swallowed themselves as she bit her lip and moaned.

  “When I say, and not until.” Moira pulled the root out slowly, massaging her clit with her other hand. Kara’s back arched, and she howled as Moira pushed three fingers into her again. She made long, slow strokes and pushed in a fourth finger.

  “Come for me, Kara. And don’t stop.”

  Kara’s release tore through her with a tortured scream. Her back arched off the bed, her body pulling at the ropes that restrained it. Moira didn’t stop. Her fingers continued their relentless assault, thrusting in and out while her thumb rubbed at the swollen bud of Kara’s clit. The second orgasm wasn’t so much a climax as a continuation of the first. And it went on. Kara’s body writhed with unremitting pleasure as Moira pushed at her again and again.

  When she finally stopped, both of them were exhausted.

  Moira bent low and kissed the skin above Kara’s hood, giving her a gentle suck and a slow lick, tasting the ginger mixed with Kara’s juices. Then, with a quiet hum, she stood and began to cut away the ropes. By the time she was finished, the door had opened, and Adrian had entered. Moira stared at him as she helped Kara up off the bed.

  “Très bon, mon ange. I’ll take over from here.”

  Moira gave him a confused look. “But, her aftercare…”

  He smiled sadly. “Not this time, mon ange. I’ll take care of her, I promise.”

  Moira looked away. “She’ll need to wash thoroughly. Her skin will be a little red for a bit, but that’s all. The rest of her will be a little sensitive for a while.”

  Adrian nodded and took Kara’s body in his arms. “Viens, ma chère Kara. I think you’ve earned a bath.”

  Moira watched Adrian carry Kara to the bathroom and quietly left the room.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Moira stared at the ceiling as the clock ticked slowly. She hated being without Kara.

  Almost as much as she hated leaving Kara after the morning session. While Moira was sure Adrian had taken perfect care of her, she hated not being the one to be there afterward.

  Moira sighed and rolled over to check the time.

  Not even nine o’clock.

  She groaned. Still an hour before Tamara’s final session and more than ten hours before hers.

  As much as she would have liked to put it out of her mind, she couldn’t. Moira groaned and pushed herself out of bed. Fuck it. I’ll go walk the town. Maybe watch the parades. The krewes were going almost nonstop now, with the last day of Mardi Gras only days away. Rubbing her face, she wandered to the bathroom. She’d wanted to watch the parades with Kara. It had been the whole point of taking the week off. Moira shook her head and pushed the thought away. Shower first, coffee next, and then she’d finalize her plans for the evening.

  Hell, maybe she’d go see Moreau.

  It was late afternoon before Moira returned to the house. Adrian caught her before she made it even halfway to her room. His eyes flickered over the gauze bandage around her left wrist. The rest of her bandages had finally come off, so it stood out.

  “Where have you been, mon ange noir, and what have you been up to?”

  “Out. Things. I wandered around, watched the parades. I needed to clear my head.”

  He gently lifted her wrist, his eyes asking the question.

  Moira sighed. “And I went to see Moreau. What? It was the perfect distraction.”

  Adrian’s eyes continued to bore into her. “Was that wise, with what you still have to do?”

  Moira barked a laugh. “It won’t affect things.”

  He gave her a look that said I don’t believe you, but your choice, and released her arm. “What’s wrong, mon ange?”

  Moira shook her head. Adrian rolled his eyes and pulled her down the hall and into the library.

  She sat, and he crossed his arms, the question still written plain on his face.

  “Do you really have to ask?”

  “Non. But you need to tell me, either way.”

  Moira let her head fall back to rest on the chair. “What’s wrong? I’m terrified that I could well be about to lose the best friend I ever had, and the one person I truly love with all my heart.”

  Adrian sighed and sat in a chair facing her. “You didn’t have to accept the challenge.”

  “You’re right. Except that I did. Kara needs to know that staying with me isn’t a mistake. I need her to know it. Otherwise, what’s to stop Tamara from walking back into her life in a year, or two, or six months, and all of this starting over? So yes, I think I did have to accept.” She took a deep breath and put her head in her hand. “I can’t lose her, Adrian.”

  Adrian stood and walked over to sit on the arm of her chair. His finger lifted her chin until she was looking at him. “Mon chère ange, I don’t think it’s possible for you to lose her. Whatever the outcome.”

  “I hope you’re right.”

  The remaining hours ticked by in a sluggish haze of frustration and dread laced with anticipation. Moira gave up on more research almost as soon as she’d started. She’d decided what to do while sitting in Moreau’s back room and questioning that decision would only lead to panic.

  Unfortunately, even the lure of her favorite book wasn’t enough to keep her from wondering how Tamara’s sessions had gone. She wondered what Tamara had done and how Kara had reacted. Even more, she wondered if the gambit she had planned would be enough.

  By the time she stood outside the room again, ready for her final test, the sun was close to setting, and Moira’s patience was almost at an end. She forced herself to take deep, slow breaths, not an easy thing in the corset she’d picked out. Leaning her head against the wall, she closed her eyes and silently gathered herself.

  She didn’t hear Adrian’s footsteps, but his fingers, when they sank into her shoulders, were unmistakable.

  “You’re almost done, mon ange. Take heart.”

  “It’s my heart I’m worried about.”

  “I know. Be confident.”

  Moira nodded. “I know.”

  He trailed his fingers down her shoulders and stepped away. She turned, giving him a hopeful smile, which he returned. “Bonne chance.”

  Moira waited until Adrian was gone, stepped away into the adjoining room, before reaching for her own door handle. Inside, Kara waited on her knees again, hands on her thighs, eyes down. Unlike in her last session, Moira didn’t waste time.

  “Stand up, Kara.”

  Kara stood while Moira crossed the room to reach into her bag where it rested at the foot of the bed. She only took out one thing, the blue-handled crop she favored. Moira smiled, looking down at it in her hands, and sat down on the bed.

  “Come here.”

  Kara walked over to where she sat, a confused expression on her face. Her confusion deepened when Moira held the crop o
ut, handle first, toward her. Kara’s eyes slowly rose to meet her own.

  “I want you to hurt me, Kara.”

  Kara’s mouth came open, but nothing came out. Shock filled her eyes.

  “Dominate me. Tie me down, fuck me, beat me, whatever. I want you to top me.”

  Moira knew she was taking a huge risk. It wasn’t only that Kara was a sub, with no desire to ever top. Moira was putting all her trust in Kara, something she hadn’t done with anyone since Justin happened. And she knew that Kara would be thinking about that, and about seeing her in the hospital after, and about their most recent encounter with him.

  It was a calculated risk. And if it worked, the ultimate show of dominance.

  Moira simply wasn’t sure it would work. The longer Kara stood, staring at the crop, the more worried she became. It might be too much to ask, and if Kara safed-out, it was all over. Moira’s pulse pounded in her ears as Kara’s mouth opened.

  She’s not going to do it. It’s too much. I—

  Kara closed her mouth tightly, then reached out slowly, and took the crop from her.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Moira’s heart soared and then plunged into panic. Kara would do it, but that meant she’d have to submit.

  But if there’s anyone you trust to do this with, it’s Kara.

  Kara gave her a scared look and licked her lips. “Rules, Mistress?”

  “Anything goes. Anything you want. My safe word is chimera. My toy bag is at the foot of the bed.”

  Kara nodded and stared at the crop.

  “Ready?”

  She closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes, Mistress. Turn around.”

  Moira turned on the bed and felt Kara’s fingers tug at the lacings of the black and blue corset she wore. Kara’s voiced whispered in her ear.

  “Are you sure about this, Mistress?”

  “Yes.”

  Kara sighed. “Lean forward, hands down.”

  Moira did as she was told, placing her hands on the bed in front of her, as Kara tugged harder on the laces. When the corset sagged free, she raised her arms at Kara’s direction. Then the corset was gone, leaving her in only her thigh-highs and panties.

  Kara’s hand trailed up her back, sending shivers down her spine. “Facedown, arms and legs out.”

  Moira lay down. She forced the surge of panic away as the first leather cuff closed around her wrist. Her fists clenched, belying the calm she forced on her face.

  Kara made a surprised noise, trailing a finger along Moira’s left arm to the bandage on her wrist. Moira had wrapped it well, in preparation, so when the cuff closed loosely on it, it didn’t bother her. Kara walked around the bed, running her fingers along Moira’s body, to her feet. Soft fingers dragged first one stocking and then the other off her legs, and then her panties followed, and Kara began binding her ankles.

  Breathe, Moira reminded herself, squeezing her eyes shut and choking on the panic and the memories. Just breathe.

  “Breathe, Mistress.” Kara’s words echoed her thoughts, helping to calm her.

  She sighed as the crop drew a line down her back and over her thigh. Twisting her hands in the leather restraints, she worked her hands around to hold the attached chains, as the first light blow from the crop fell across her thigh.

  Moira grimaced and reminded herself she’d asked for this.

  It wasn’t long before Kara had her writhing against the sharp sting of the crop across her thighs and bottom. Moira forced herself inwards, focusing on the in and out of her breathing, until a particularly sharp hit made her cry out.

  She heard the crop drop and felt Kara’s hands slide up and down the stinging marks. Moira sighed as Kara’s lips closed on the burning skin, and then her touch was gone again and cool air was all that was left.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kara dipping back into her bag, setting things on the bed. A small tendril of anticipation crawled up her back, worming its way into her. Not knowing what was coming was terrifying, but wondering what Kara might do was also thrilling in some ways.

  The bed dipped as Kara climbed on it, the heat of her body suddenly close to Moira. “Let me hear you, Mistress. Don’t bite down your feelings.”

  Moira took a deep breath and nodded. Kara’s heat vanished as she sat up, and the first soft tendrils of her flogger fell across her back. She moaned at the feel of it, the soft weight, the smallest sting.

  It didn’t stay soft.

  Kara’s strikes quickly built. Tied down and unable to escape the stinging pain, Moira had no choice but to use the one outlet she had. She screamed and sobbed.

  Breathe, Moira. You’re doing this for Kara. Breathe.

  Moira breathed. And then she gasped as Kara slid a hand between her legs, pushing under her to tease her clit. Another blow fell, and this time Moira moaned. Her clit was tight and sensitive, and the pain of the flogger on her back made it throb.

  “Oh God. Kara.”

  She winced as the flogger struck again, a sharp intake of her breath that turned to a low groan when Kara pushed a single finger inside her. Kara thrust her finger in and out, and lashed her again.

  Soon, Moira was aching inside and out, and begging for the flogger’s sting.

  Kara moved to two fingers, and then three, driving a steady rhythm that kept time with the flogger’s strikes.

  “Fucking God, Kara, I’m going—” Moira broke off in a sob as everything stopped.

  She heard a thud as the flogger fell to the floor, and then Kara’s hands were on her, caressing her back. Moira groaned as her lips traced a path down her spine. Her body ached, throbbing with need for the release she’d been so suddenly denied.

  “Please, Kara, I—”

  “Shhh.” Kara kissed her bottom, sucking lightly at the skin. She moved, detaching her ankle cuffs. “Bring your knees up.”

  Moira turned her face into the sheets and took a deep breath, before dragging her legs up to a kneeling position. Kara’s hands continued to roam over her, until Moira was relaxed again.

  Until she felt the telltale cool wetness of lube being massaged into her backside. Moira gasped, reflex making her pull away, but Kara’s hand pushed down on her back, keeping her in place.

  “Relax, Mistress. Breathe.”

  Moira forced herself to breathe, willing her body to relax as Kara worked the slowly warming lube into her. She’d never done anal, and her immediate reaction was to make it all stop. A finger pushed slowly into her opening, and Moira moaned. It felt good. She breathed deeper, relaxing into Kara’s massage, her fingers clenching at the sheets as first one finger, then another stretched her.

  And then she gasped as something slick and solid was pushed into her. It felt round and hard, and she groaned as a second, slightly larger piece followed it, like beads almost. A beaded plug, a small detached portion of her brain decided, but the rest of her was too busy moaning at the push of the next level. It curved into her, filling her, and Moira had to force herself not to squirm at the slow way in which Kara inserted it.

  Moira felt ready to climb the walls by the time Kara finished. Kara ran her hand slowly over the curve of her ass, making a small, happy sound that made Moira shiver. She walked around the bed, unclipping her wrists, and then leaned down.

  “Roll over, Mistress.”

  Moira moved, biting her lip and moaning as the plug shifted in her. Kara clipped her back in spread-eagle and reached back down for the flogger. Moira whimpered. “Kara, I don’t…”

  Kara climbed back on the bed and reached down, running her thumb over her clit.

  “Oh God…”

  A few flicks of the flogger and a few rubs with her thumb, and Kara had Moira squirming again. She kept her strikes only hard enough to sting while she made slow circles with her thumb.

  Moira was keening for release in minutes.

  “God above, Kara, please… I need… Oh God…” Kara struck her again with the flogger, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her words ending in a long moan of need.


  When Kara dropped the flogger again, Moira was on the verge of tears. She couldn’t figure out where the pain ended and the pleasure began, but the sudden absence of both was torture.

  The touch of Kara’s lips on her jaw and the heat of her body covering her made Moira’s eyes fly open. Kara caressed her cheek and down her neck, and smiled. “Are you ready for me, Mistress?”

  Moira bit her lip and nodded, not trusting her voice. Her need poured out of her in a low, guttural moan as Kara lowered herself over her, but it turned to a gasp of pleasure when something hard and thick pressed at her folds.

  She stared at Kara, her mouth a wide, silent O as Kara’s eyes glittered with mischief, her hips pushing the strap-on dildo farther into her. Kara paused when it filled her, giving Moira a moment to breathe through the overwhelming feeling of fullness.

  When she finally opened her eyes, Kara’s smile was there, promising it wasn’t over yet. And then Kara leaned over her, taking one nipple slowly in her mouth.

  The sudden sensation as Kara began to move her hips made her back arch. It was all too much. A few slow thrusts, and she came hard and fast, pulling against the restraints as her body tried desperately to get away from the overpowering feeling. But she couldn’t get away, not from the clenching of Kara’s hands or the thrusting of her hips or any of it. So Moira screamed and moaned and clutched at the restraints and the sheets, and gave herself over to everything she couldn’t escape.

  It was Kara, still moving inside her, who brought her back, her voice begging.

  “Mistress, please, I need you… Oh, God… Moira!” Kara slammed her hips hard against her and arched her back, her own release washing over. The intensity of it, the sheer abandon, sent Moira climaxing again. Kara’s hand clutched at her as her body trembled. And then finally, they were both still, and it was only then that Moira realized. Kara had come on her own, without asking.

  A surge of love and pride pushed past the haze of exhausted pleasure. Moira couldn’t have asked for better proof of her obedience. She’d taken her orgasm and owned it, like a Domme.

  Moira smiled as her breathing began to slow. “Kara, love.”