Fleur de Nuit: Bourbon Street Bondage, Book 1 Read Free Page A

Adrian’s eyes followed her the entire time.
    “Explain.”
    Adrian stared at her in silence for a moment, his electric green eyes piercing her. He looked so young, so full of life. Like Kara did.
    I want that.
    Stop it. You don’t get to have it. You’ll only get hurt again.
    She pushed the doubt away and forced herself to listen.
    “Trust. Control is about trust.” He turned his body so he faced her full on, and one knee rested on the couch. “Giving up control requires trusting someone else. Taking control requires trusting yourself. You’ve lost the ability to do either. I’d like to help you get that back.”
    “Why?”
    He smiled, and it stirred something deep in her. It wasn’t a particularly kind smile, but it promised things she couldn’t put a name to.
    “Ma chère, the first thing you should know about me is that I have my reasons for everything.”
    “What would—”
    He stopped her. “Oui or non?”
    It wasn’t really much of a question, when she got down to it. The way her life was now wasn’t working, and Moira was enough of a realist to admit it. She was boxed in, bored, still scared, and hated it. It’s only what you deserve.
    Shut up.
    “Yes.”
    “Bon.” Adrian launched himself off the couch and held a hand out to her. “Then come with me.”
    Moira gave him her hand and let him pull her up, slipping her shoes back on as they went. They walked out of his office and into another room. He didn’t turn on the lights, but gave her a moment to let her eyes adjust.
    “Stand here.”
    She stood. A moment later an electric whirring reached her ears, blinds opening on a window.
    Or not a window, exactly.
    “Oh my God!”
    Adrian’s smile looked haunting in the pale light from the other room. “Shocked?”
    Moira didn’t have words. Through the mirror, screen, whatever it was, she watched as a man with spiked blond hair wearing only leather pants whipped a mostly naked woman on her knees. Her arms were tied behind her back, her mouth gagged, and the only things she was wearing that weren’t restraints were a g-string, stockings and heels.
    “It’s a flogger.” Adrian didn’t seem at all surprised. The blond man raised his hand again, and this time she heard it hit. She also heard the woman moan, saw her back arch and her head come back and—
    “Holy fuck, is that—?”
    “Kara? Oui, she’s a rather amazing sub, if I do say so myself.”
    “What the fucking hell, Adrian?” Moira covered her mouth as the blond man ripped the gag from Kara’s mouth and then grabbed her around the throat. He whispered something, and she saw her friend gasp, saw Kara smile as the man pulled her up and threw her on the bed.
    Her hands started to shake. No. No, no, no…
    Oh God.
    She wanted to pull her gaze away, but couldn’t. “S-sub?” Her words were barely audible to her own ears.
    “Submissive.”
    “You can’t tell me she actually enjoys this?”
    Not that she needed to ask. She could see Kara’s face, could hear the way she moaned as the blond man tied her facedown on the bed and ran his hands over her. He ripped her g-string off and the room resounded with Kara’s pleasure as he started to finger-fuck her.
    Moira pulled her gaze away and turned it on Adrian, who looked back with an expression of satisfaction.
    “I would say she enjoys it quite a bit, wouldn’t you?”
    Moira turned back to her friend, who writhed against her bonds. “No. God, no. I can’t… I don’t think I could do that,” she whispered.
    “Be a submissive? Non, I don’t think so either. Not with your history.”
    She looked back at him. The crack of leather on skin made her flinch, bringing unwanted memories to the surface.
    His hand cracked across her face. “You’re such a fucking slut, Moira. God. This is all your fault. All of it. You made me do this!” The back of his hand broke across her face again before a booted foot drove into her side.
    Moira forced her gaze back to her friend and the