back, and then shoved her into the chair Moreau pointed at.
Moreau sat opposite her and finished prepping his tools. “Right or left?”
Moira looked expectantly at Kara.
“Which shoulder, is what he’s asking. Right, Moreau. Moira’s a straight little deviant.”
Moira shook her head. “It’s like I don’t even know you. And why my shoulder, and not the neck like yours?”
Moreau answered. “Doms get theirs on the outer shoulder, subs on the neck. That’s how Adrian set it up.”
“But I’m a high school teacher. I can’t walk into work Monday morning with a fresh tattoo where everyone can see.”
“Stop looking for excuses, Moira.” Kara dropped down into the chair next to her and pulled her right arm up onto the armrest. “As long as you don’t go sleeveless, nobody will see. Take a deep breath and relax.”
“Kara, I really don’t know about this.”
“Hon, it’ll be over before you know it.”
“No, I’m not…” Moira stood back up. “It’s not the tattoo. I mean, it is, but whatever.”
Kara glanced at Moreau, who shrugged and turned back to his tools. “So if it’s not the tattoo, what is it?”
Moira sighed. “It’s what it means. No going back.”
“Moira.” Kara stood up and walked over to her. “You look better than I’ve ever seen you. More sure of yourself, happier. I think—I know this lifestyle agrees with you. And Adrian wouldn’t have asked me to bring you if he didn’t think the same.”
“It’s just so sudden.”
“We can wait, if you’re not ready. But I really think you are.”
Moira sighed and then smiled. “I hate you. Especially when you’re right.”
“You love me.”
Moreau looked at them both. “Are we ready?”
“No.”
Kara raised her eyebrow and said nothing.
Moira rolled her eyes. “Yes.”
“I do hate you.”
“No you don’t. You were a trouper. And it hardly took any time.”
“I still hate you.”
Kara laughed. “You’d never make it as a sub, my friend.”
Moira glared at Kara. “Thank God. And it’s not the pain. Actually, that didn’t hurt nearly as much as I expected it to. I would’ve appreciated some heads up, though. Now, I’m going back to my place and finishing that cabernet by myself.”
“Oh, burn.” Kara laughed. “No, actually, you’re not. Adrian asked me to bring you to see him when it was done.”
Moira groaned. “Kara! I was supposed to have tonight to myself. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m actually a little tired of sex.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. It’s the years of celibacy talking.” Moira rolled her eyes, and Kara tugged at her arm. “Come on, it’ll hardly take any time at all. He only wants to talk.”
Moira made a face, but let Kara drag her down the street. “The last time Adrian only wanted to talk, I ended up having the best sex of my life.”
“I’m still trying to figure out why you’re complaining.”
Moira laughed. “Good point, I guess. But I was really looking forward to a nice night in with my best friend, instead of being dragged across the French Quarter getting exclusive tattoos and talking with dangerously sexy men.”
“He really is, isn’t he?” She flashed a smile and then sighed dramatically when Moira’s expression didn’t change. “Half an hour. Tops. I won’t let him keep us longer, okay? But if I don’t bring you, he won’t let me see Master Ian again, and I swear, that man is a god with the rope.”
Moira laughed. “You’re such a rope whore, Kara.”
“Says the woman who’s beaten and fucked more men in the last two weeks than I’ve seen her talk to the entire time I’ve known her.”
“Good point.”
They continued down the street, ignoring the tourists and bar hoppers. Past the Ursuline Convent and the French Market, and up St. Ann Street, past Chartres. The red brick and wrought iron building towered up over the cramped street. It was busy enough, but not too busy, as Adrian had
Moreau sat opposite her and finished prepping his tools. “Right or left?”
Moira looked expectantly at Kara.
“Which shoulder, is what he’s asking. Right, Moreau. Moira’s a straight little deviant.”
Moira shook her head. “It’s like I don’t even know you. And why my shoulder, and not the neck like yours?”
Moreau answered. “Doms get theirs on the outer shoulder, subs on the neck. That’s how Adrian set it up.”
“But I’m a high school teacher. I can’t walk into work Monday morning with a fresh tattoo where everyone can see.”
“Stop looking for excuses, Moira.” Kara dropped down into the chair next to her and pulled her right arm up onto the armrest. “As long as you don’t go sleeveless, nobody will see. Take a deep breath and relax.”
“Kara, I really don’t know about this.”
“Hon, it’ll be over before you know it.”
“No, I’m not…” Moira stood back up. “It’s not the tattoo. I mean, it is, but whatever.”
Kara glanced at Moreau, who shrugged and turned back to his tools. “So if it’s not the tattoo, what is it?”
Moira sighed. “It’s what it means. No going back.”
“Moira.” Kara stood up and walked over to her. “You look better than I’ve ever seen you. More sure of yourself, happier. I think—I know this lifestyle agrees with you. And Adrian wouldn’t have asked me to bring you if he didn’t think the same.”
“It’s just so sudden.”
“We can wait, if you’re not ready. But I really think you are.”
Moira sighed and then smiled. “I hate you. Especially when you’re right.”
“You love me.”
Moreau looked at them both. “Are we ready?”
“No.”
Kara raised her eyebrow and said nothing.
Moira rolled her eyes. “Yes.”
“I do hate you.”
“No you don’t. You were a trouper. And it hardly took any time.”
“I still hate you.”
Kara laughed. “You’d never make it as a sub, my friend.”
Moira glared at Kara. “Thank God. And it’s not the pain. Actually, that didn’t hurt nearly as much as I expected it to. I would’ve appreciated some heads up, though. Now, I’m going back to my place and finishing that cabernet by myself.”
“Oh, burn.” Kara laughed. “No, actually, you’re not. Adrian asked me to bring you to see him when it was done.”
Moira groaned. “Kara! I was supposed to have tonight to myself. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m actually a little tired of sex.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. It’s the years of celibacy talking.” Moira rolled her eyes, and Kara tugged at her arm. “Come on, it’ll hardly take any time at all. He only wants to talk.”
Moira made a face, but let Kara drag her down the street. “The last time Adrian only wanted to talk, I ended up having the best sex of my life.”
“I’m still trying to figure out why you’re complaining.”
Moira laughed. “Good point, I guess. But I was really looking forward to a nice night in with my best friend, instead of being dragged across the French Quarter getting exclusive tattoos and talking with dangerously sexy men.”
“He really is, isn’t he?” She flashed a smile and then sighed dramatically when Moira’s expression didn’t change. “Half an hour. Tops. I won’t let him keep us longer, okay? But if I don’t bring you, he won’t let me see Master Ian again, and I swear, that man is a god with the rope.”
Moira laughed. “You’re such a rope whore, Kara.”
“Says the woman who’s beaten and fucked more men in the last two weeks than I’ve seen her talk to the entire time I’ve known her.”
“Good point.”
They continued down the street, ignoring the tourists and bar hoppers. Past the Ursuline Convent and the French Market, and up St. Ann Street, past Chartres. The red brick and wrought iron building towered up over the cramped street. It was busy enough, but not too busy, as Adrian had
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