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

how Lacroix had let him go so long without a proper introduction to their lifestyle.
    “This pose is called display, and is a standard submissive position. Kneel with your legs wide apart, as far as is comfortable, butt on your feet. Place your hands on your thighs, palms up and relaxed. Your back should be straight, eyes on the floor. Very good,” she added, as Landry settled into the pose as naturally as if he’d been born sitting that way. His back was stiff and straight, every bit as rigid as his cock, which was shown off to advantage by his new position, and stood straining upright. Chance suppressed the urge to lick her lips at his size. And at the rest of him. His body was all wiry muscle, the kind that came from a life of hard work, and while his dark skin wasn’t completely covered in tattoos, he did have several, including the requisite eagle, globe and anchor on his back shoulder.
    Good. He won’t object to the membership tattoo.
    She admired his body for a moment longer, then continued. “There is a second version of this pose, where the hands are clasped behind the neck, but I believe most of us in Adrian’s circle prefer this one. Are you comfortable?”
    He answered without looking up. “I am, Mistress.”
    God, he was too perfect. “Good. Look at me, Landry.” He looked up, meeting her eyes as she sat on a nearby chair. “Being a submissive is as much about you as it is about whatever Dominant you’re with. Discomfort that you enjoy is welcome. Discomfort that harms you is not. I assume either Faye or Adrian taught you about safe words?”
    “Yes, Mistress. Mine is bulldog.”
    “Do you have a caution word? Something to signal you aren’t comfortable with what what’s happening, but you still want to continue with the scene?”
    “Kulev, Mistress.”
    Chance raised an eyebrow. “Kulev? May I ask what that means?”
    “A kulev is a serpent. Serpents are worshiped in voodoo, several of them as gods. Damballah, the sky serpent loa, his wife Ayida Wedo, the rainbow serpent.”
    Chance’s other eyebrow lifted. “You follow voodoo, Sergeant?”
    He shrugged. “Mamere, she a mambo. I don’t follow the way I should. It’s hard, with the Corps, being away so much. But she and my Vieux, they raised me, so voodoo is a part of me.”
    She nodded, twirling the crop in her hand again, and settling back in her chair. “I’d like to hear more about it sometime. Now, as I was saying, this is as much about you as it is the Dominant. I’m going to assign you some reading to do, that Lacroix has put together for the club. Some of it is on SSC and RACK—that’s safe, sane and consensual and risk-aware consensual kink. It will also include a very comprehensive questionnaire.” She laughed at the unspoken query in his eyes. “About your preferences. There will probably be a number of things you don’t recognize or understand. Make note of anything that confuses you. We’ll discuss it at the next session.”
    Chance crossed her legs and glanced at the clock on the wall. “Scheduling. Are you free at this time every night?”
    Landry shook his head. “Most nights, yes, but there are some nights I’m on duty at the base.”
    “I imagine those are scheduled out?” He nodded. “Good. Get me a list of those nights for the rest of the month. Any other night, I expect you here.”
    He opened his mouth, hesitating a moment, until Chance nodded. “Sunday nights are Mamere’s. She won’t hold with me missing, not now I’m back in Vieux Carré.”
    Chance nodded once. “Fair enough. I have no problem with that. Anything else?” He shook his head no, and she continued. “Now. The BDSM lifestyle isn’t only about sex, as you may have noticed. It goes deeper than that. That said, sex can be a huge part of it. And judging from the state you’re in, you’re turned on just being here.”
    The muscles in Landry’s jaw twitched, and Chance laughed.
    “You’re clean? Recently tested?”
    He nodded.