Bonne Chance: Bourbon Street, Book 2 Read Free Page A

and… Yeah.”
    “So what you’re saying is, you need to fuck someone in the worst way.”
    Chance laughed, opening her eyes to glance at her friend. “I do. I really do!”
    Cassandra smiled. “Sounds like soldier boy is really in for it.”
    The image of the wiry, black Marine popped in Chance’s head, making her grin. The things she could do to that boy. She licked her lips in anticipation. “Oh, Cass. He has no idea.”
    * * * * *
    Chance didn’t turn when the door opened, but waited to see what Landry would do. She’d introduced a few subs to the lifestyle and watched her mentor Tamara train several. Every single one of them reacted differently the first time. Landry, though, as she should’ve known, simply closed the door and stood without a sound.
    She let him stew for a few moments, let him watch while she straightened the toys she’d been sorting unnecessarily for the last ten minutes. As much of a relief as it was to be back doing what she loved, she felt oddly… Not nervous, really, but there was a certain level of anticipation that she hadn’t felt in a good while.
    When she finally turned to face him, he stood in a military parade-rest stance, hands behind his back, feet shoulder width apart, but his eyes burned, following her every move. Most of Adrian’s Dommes eschewed the kind of clothing people tended to expect, but Chance loved corsets and black leather, and she’d picked tonight’s outfit purposely. The short leather corset showed off the abs she worked hard to keep toned, and squeezed her breasts enough to make them feel bigger than they were, and the scarlet lacing drew the eye straight to them. The tight leather miniskirt clung to her, and the thigh-high leather boots that were her favorites always made her feel invincible. They made people look at her, and her new trainee had definitely been looking.
    “Landry.”
    “Maîtresse Chance.”
    She nodded once, rewarding him with a small smile. “The first thing I’m going to teach you are basic submissive…we’ll call them protocols.” She twirled the crop in her hand, pleased to be holding it again. It was a badge of honor for her, the crop. Adrian had given it to her with her first client, as he did all his Dominants, which made it more than a toy. Flexing the scarlet-wrapped rod between both her hands, she looked Landry over. “Your training begins the moment you enter this room. Most BDSM circles refer to them as dungeons—Adrian likes to color-code his. Mine is the Scarlet Room—I’ll get more into that later. From here on out, as soon as you enter, you will strip, unless commanded otherwise. You will not speak until spoken to.” She stepped forward as she spoke, until she was close enough to rest the tip of her crop under his chin. “And your eyes will stay on the floor. Say ‘Yes, Mistress’.”
    Landry immediately lowered his eyes. “Yes, Mistress.”
    She dropped the point of her crop and stepped back. “Clothes off.”
    He complied without a word, pulling his shirt off in a single fluid motion while also toeing off his boots. It was actually impressive to watch, and Chance wondered how much was due to his military career. In short order, Landry stood facing her again, eyes downcast, and holding his boots with his neatly folded clothing stacked atop them. Chance grinned openly. Training this man was going to be a treat, if this was any indication.
    She pointed with her crop to a chair behind him. “You may set them there.” He complied, then turned back to stand in parade rest. Next, she gestured to a tape X she’d put in the center of the floor. “The fact that you default to military poses—attention and parade rest—is excellent. However, during training, once you have removed your clothing, you will kneel on that X, in the position I’m about to teach you.”
    Chance pointed, and Landry moved to kneel. She had to resist the urge to grin ear to ear. He was a delight at following orders, and she wondered