Fleur de Nuit: Bourbon Street Bondage, Book 1 by Cat Montmorency Page A

said. La Belle Dame got plenty of patronage, but avoided the heaviest of the Bourbon Street partying.
    They walked inside arm in arm and waved to Sam.
    “Hey girls. He’s in his office downstairs.”
    “Thanks, Sam!”
    Adrian’s office was in the same back corner as the door up to his house. They found the door cracked open, and Adrian waiting inside.
    “Mes filles. How is my favorite pair this fine Friday evening?”
    “All tatted up, as ordered, sir.”
    “And annoyed that I wasn’t given any warning,” added Moira.
    Adrian chuckled. “But chère, surprises make life so much more fun. I thought you were learning that.”
    “Not when they involve body mods. I’d like to at least have time to think it over. Now, I have a date with my best friend and a bottle of wine, and I’m cranky from having a needle repeatedly shoved in my shoulder. Can we hurry this up?”
    “I’m hurt, Moira. Kara is a lovely woman, and I have no objection to good wine, but that you’d prefer either of them to me?” Adrian tutted. “Very hurt.”
    Moira rolled her eyes and smiled. “Stop being a drama queen, Adrian. You’ve ordered me around and then fucked me every night for two weeks. Sometimes after you watched me beat, order and fuck someone else. Sometimes while I did. Every girl needs a day off.”
    Kara made a choking noise behind her. “Now I really am jealous.”
    Adrian laughed. “Oh, now we can’t have that. Allow me to make it up to you. To both of you? Hmm?”
    Moira glanced at Kara, who grinned, and then turned back to Adrian and shrugged. “I suppose.”
    “Excellent.” He snapped his fingers and pointed behind him. “On the desk, both of you.”
    Kara hopped up eagerly, but Moira crossed her arms and grinned. “I’m not your sub, Adrian. As you may remember.”
    “You’re correct, ma chère.” He tapped her on the jaw with one finger. “But you are my protégée until I say otherwise. So up on the desk with you.”
    Moira rolled her eyes, but did as she was told and sat on the desk next to Kara, who fidgeted with a wide grin. Adrian took off his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves, then came and stood between them, each of his hands on one of their thighs.
    “I had hoped to get the two of you together at some point, but I was intending a very different scenario. Still…” He paused as his hands drifted farther up their legs, reaching under Moira’s skirt and Kara’s dress. “I am not at all displeased by this.”
    Both gasped as his fingers found their marks.
    “Kara, you naughty girl. I should’ve known you wouldn’t be wearing anything under there. Mais, I want you both to enjoy yourselves, and don’t move .” The last was said in a tone of certain command that sent a shiver down Moira’s back. But then his fingers had pushed aside her panties and found her waiting wetness, and she no longer cared.
    Instead, she closed her eyes and bit her lip. “May I lean back?”
    “Call me Sir while I’m fucking you, mon ange noir. And oui, you may lean back. You too, Kara.”
    They both leaned back with a moan as Adrian drove two fingers deeper into her. Kara put her hand over Moira’s and clenched it tight. Moira bit her lip harder, enjoying the flash of pain it brought.
    “Ladies, you are even more beautiful when you’re aroused. Who’s for three, hmm?”
    He didn’t wait for an answer before thrusting another finger in deep. They both threw their heads back and moaned.
    “One day soon, Moira, I really must have Kara demonstrate a very lovely technique that she’s particularly good at. It involves all five fingers inside her at once.”
    “Oh God, Adrian!” The idea alone sent Moira spiraling wildly over the edge of orgasm, but he didn’t stop. His fingers continued an unrelenting rhythm as his thumb made delicious pressure against her clit.
    “Kara, please join your friend.”
    “Thank you, Sir,” Kara gasped and threw her head back as she came.
    Adrian gradually slowed as the last