“Thank you, Mistress,” Kara whispered.
Moira swallowed and glanced at Adrian. The heat in his eyes told her she wasn’t the only one turned on by the obvious chemistry between Tamara and Kara. But then Tamara spun, capturing her attention again.
“Adrian!” She grinned, looking like a sex goddess version of the Cheshire Cat. “I have a proposal.”
“Mais, I’m listening.”
Tamara’s eyes flicked to Moira and back to Adrian. “The two of you share my collars, while I get reacquainted with Kara.”
Moira turned, realizing there were two subs that knelt where Tamara had entered. A man with longish dark brown hair, angled features and broad shoulders, wearing nothing but an X-shaped studded harness and a g-string, and a petite, curvy woman with strawberry-blonde hair in an old-fashioned looking ivory corset and stockings.
“Seth, darling? Josephine, kitten?”
“Yes, Mistress?” the two answered together, without moving from their submissive position.
Tamara smiled. “What do you say, Adrian? Our new Mistress Dark Angel? Playtime?”
Moira’s grin grew slowly to match Adrian’s.
Tamara walked back to her subs and pulled Seth up by his collar. She whispered something in his ear and sent him off at a run. She did the same with Josephine before turning back to Adrian. “I told them to have our things sent up to your dungeon, Adrian. I assume that’s all right with you?”
“Bien sûr, ma chère.” He sat again, the ice in his glass clinking as he picked it up.
Tamara took an empty seat and crooked her finger at Kara, who curled up at her feet, head in Tamara’s lap and a grin on her face.
Moira suddenly wished she were in Tamara’s place. Jealousy pooled in her center, doing nothing for the nervous edge she’d been trying to lose all evening. “If you don’t mind me prying, how long have you known Kara?”
Tamara stroked Kara’s hair and smiled. “Oh God, how long has it been? Six, seven years? I met her the year before you moved down.”
“Oh my God. You’re the one she wouldn’t shut up about? And it’s been eight years, in that case.”
Tamara stroked her hand down Kara’s back. “I didn’t know she’d even mentioned me.”
Moira laughed. “Oh yeah. That was part of what convinced me to move down here with her, I wanted to meet you. But I thought you were just her girlfriend. I had no idea you were a Domme.” She paused, wondering why those words stung to say, and shrugged it off. “But then you left right after I got here.”
“Ah. I had business that took me back up north. I had hoped Kara would come with me and finally let me collar her, but she’s too much of a free spirit, and you needed her.”
Moira watched the two women together. “I’m sorry I separated you.”
Tamara waved her off. “It wasn’t you. There was a lot going on, and our lives didn’t match up. But I do love when I have time to come for a visit.”
Seth returned then, kneeling in front of Tamara. “Everything is prepared, Mistress. Josephine is waiting at the room.”
Tamara turned to glance at Adrian, and then pulled Kara up by the hair as she stood. “Then by all means, let’s get to the fun.” She dragged Kara with her, glancing back at Moira. “If you’ll bring along Seth?”
Moira smiled and stepped to where Tamara’s sub still knelt on the floor. She placed the tip of her crop under his chin and bent down until his face was inches from her own. His gold-flecked brown eyes stared back at her with a mixture of anticipation and worry. She gave him a visible once over and stood again. “Coming?”
Tamara’s laugh echoed over the gallery, and Seth swallowed. “Yes, Mistress.”
Moira hooked a single finger in the D-ring of his collar as he stood, and pulled him along behind her as she followed the others.
Adrian’s dungeon was at the far end, past the stairs. Other club members whistled and called as they passed them by. Tamara and Adrian ignored them, so Moira did the same. Practiced indifference. It only egged the others on.
Tamara’s petite strawberry-blonde, Josephine, met them at a black wood door painted with a small silver fleur-de-lis and the number one. Josephine opened the door and stood back to let them in. “Mistress. Everything is prepared the way you requested.”
“Excellent. Go sit with Adrian, kitten. You’re his for the night.”
Josephine’s eyes flicked in Adrian’s direction, but never rose above his waist. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Moira sat and looked around the room. Seth lowered himself to his knees beside her chair. She released his collar and ran her hand through his messy dark hair. The room around them was as dimly lit as the rest of the house. Candles flickered, barely illuminating deep purple walls and a wood floor so time-darkened it was almost black. Adrian took the other seat in the corner across from her, his hand on the back of Josephine’s neck.
Tamara didn’t even look at them. Her attention was all on Kara as she threw her to the bed. “On your stomach.”
Moira watched as Kara crawled onto the bed and lay down on her stomach, hands above her head. Tamara ripped at the laces of Kara’s boots, yanking them off her almost hard enough to pull Kara with them. Tossing them to the floor, Tamara straddled Kara, sitting on her legs, and began to tear at Kara’s corset.
Moira’s hand fisted in Seth’s hair at the sight of Tamara’s violent tugging.
The corset joined Kara’s boots on the floor.
Tamara ran her hands down Kara’s back and back up again. Kara gasped as Tamara’s nails slid down her back the second time, and then again. Tamara quickly stood, ripping Kara’s panties off and adding them to the pile on the floor.
Moira forced herself to relax her hand before she pulled Seth’s hair out. She let her fingers slide down until they rested at his neck while Tamara tied Kara to the bed.
With a last tug and another small gasp from Kara, Tamara stepped back and grinned. Moira watched as she bent over, coming back up with something that even in the dim light steamed. A surge of heat shot through her as Tamara pulled the object taut between her hands with a distinctive metal clink.
“Do you remember how much fun we had with our chains, Kara?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, but let the metal length fall against Kara’s back.
Moira inhaled sharply, and Seth twitched under her hand. She forced herself to relax. Again.
Tamara dragged the chain down Kara’s back slowly, lifted it and let it drop again. “The trick is not to strike hard, but let the weight of the chain do the work. And gloves, so you don’t burn your hand. I like my chains very warm, don’t I, Kara?”
She dropped the chain across Kara’s back twice more before releasing it. Bending down again, Tamara brought up another set. She climbed on the bed, wrapping the new chain around her hands. Pulling it tight, she stretched them over Kara’s shoulders and drew the chain down in a straight line the length of her back and over her buttocks. At the tops of Kara’s thighs, she changed direction and ran the links back up to her shoulders.
Moira took a deep breath and licked her lips.
Tamara bore down harder with each pass, until Kara couldn’t keep silent. Her groans echoed through the room until Moira was practically squirming in her chair. She was impossibly turned on by the scene, but part of her wished she were the one taking hot chains to Kara’s back.
With one last pass, Tamara sat up and dropped the chain to the side of the bed, retrieving the first set again. She glanced back at Moira, who was biting her lip so hard she was sure there’d be blood soon. Tamara winked. “Two sets so I can keep them warm.” She straddled one of Kara’s legs and put the new set down on her back.
Kara gasped, whether from the heat or the weight, Moira didn’t know.
Tamara ran her hand gently over the curve of Kara’s ass and between her legs. “Mmm, so wet, my little pet.” Kara moaned as she stroked her and whimpered as Tamara pulled her hand away.
Moira bit her lip harder as Tamara bent over Kara
. The flickering candlelight illuminated the slow progression of Tamara’s mouth up the side of Kara’s body. Every nip of her teeth, every kiss, every lick and every shudder, until Tamara reached her neck with a sigh. “I can’t wait to taste you again, pet.”
Moira tried hard not to sink her nails into Seth’s tense neck muscles. She failed when the chain clinked again, and Kara cried out. As Tamara drew link after slow link between Kara’s legs, Moira breathed deep and massaged Seth’s neck.
It didn’t help. Tamara’s amused coaxing combined with Kara’s cries of pleasure and pain had already made her absurdly wet. She needed a distraction before she came just from watching.
But then, wasn’t that the point?
Moira made up her mind. Sliding her fingers along Seth’s jaw, she tapped his chin. In the dim light, she could see him breathing heavily, his eyes as full of lust as she was sure her own were. Moira snapped quietly and pointed in front of her.
Seth crept between her legs in silence.
Moira grabbed his hair, bringing his mouth to her. She propped the heel of her shoe on his shoulder and smiled as his hands drifted over her thighs. He had strong hands and deft fingers. He pulled her panties to the side and slid his tongue against her even as Kara’s cries grew louder.
Tamara pulled the last bit of the chain out from under Kara with a laugh. Kara moaned, her chest heaving, while Tamara leaned over the bed. In one smooth motion, she retrieved a crop and brought it down on Kara’s ass with a crack so loud that it caught the breath in Moira’s throat.
Kara’s muffled scream, as she bit down on the bedding, was considerably quieter.
“How many years has it been, Kara? Answer.”
Moira smiled as the heat from Seth’s mouth covered her, his tongue rasping against her clit.
The crop dropped again. Kara whimpered. “Eight, Mistress.”
Another crack. “Count for me, then.”
Tamara slapped the crop across her back.
Kara gasped. “One.”
Across the thigh. “Two.”
Upper arm. “Three.”
Moira’s fingers tightened in Seth’s hair as his mouth stroked against her.
Buttocks. “Four.”
The top of one calf. “Five.”
Seth’s hands gripped her thighs with bruising strength. Moira bit her lip harder, relishing the pain.
Other arm. “Six.”
Other thigh. “Seven.”
Other calf. “Eight.”
Tamara traced the line of Kara’s back, and slapped her ass one more time. “And nine simply because I missed you.”
Kara groaned. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Moira’s back arched, and she squeezed her eyes shut as Seth held her down, and she came in self-enforced silence.
Tossing the crop to the side, Tamara slowly began undoing the ropes around Kara’s wrists and ankles. Just as slowly, she trailed her fingers down Kara’s back once she was free. “On your back.”
Kara whimpered, but complied. Tamara tied her wrists again, and leisurely kissed her. Grinning, she trailed her fingers down Kara’s front as she walked to the foot of the bed. Tamara winked at Moira and reached down for a small container that had been hiding in the darkness.
Moira smiled as Tamara lifted the lid off the ice bucket and slipped a piece into her mouth before settling between Kara’s legs.
Kara screamed, her back arching, arms pulling against their restraints. Tamara wrapped her arms around Kara’s hips and pinned her down. Her mouth worked the ice against Kara until it melted. Sitting up, Tamara placed another piece in her mouth, and slid her way up Kara’s stomach, giving her nipples the same treatment. When the second piece of ice melted, Tamara kissed her again and straddled her.
Tamara rocked, riding Kara slowly.
Seth leaned in close and whispered, “Mistress never wears panties if she can help it.”
Moira nodded slightly, too drawn in by the scene in front of her, and growing desperate to do a little playing of her own. Seth had only barely taken the edge off.
“Mistress, please. Please.”
Tamara laughed. “Say my name, Kara, pet.”
“Mistress Tamara! Please, Mistress Tamara.”
“Please what?” Her hips rocked at the same steady pace.
“Please, Mistress Tamara, please let me come.”
Tamara leaned her head back and smiled. “Come for me, Kara. I want to hear you again and again.”
Kara’s back arched as her orgasm ripped through her. “Mistress!”
Tamara’s rhythm continued to the chorus of Kara’s screams and moans, growing slowly faster, until finally, she reached her peak.
When Tamara finally collapsed onto Kara, their bodies heaving together, Moira was sure she’d never been so wet in her life.
She was also pretty sure that if she didn’t fuck someone in the next five minutes, things were going to get ugly.
A moan from Adrian’s corner made her turn to see he was more than busy with Josephine. His long fingers fisted in her hair as she took him deep in her mouth. Moira growled and snapped her fingers at Seth. His gold and brown eyes immediately found hers.
“Mistress?”
Moira stood and pointed to the wide chair she’d been in. “Sit.” She stripped off her jacket and dropped her panties to the floor. Seth’s eyes devoured her as she straddled him. Reaching down, she impatiently unbuckled the leather pouch attached to his harness, freeing an impressively straining cock.
Moira smiled wickedly. “My my, Seth.” She tapped his chest with her crop and then leaned in. “Sit forward.”
Seth complied, and Moira tucked her crop behind his back, pinning his arms. “They used to do this to us in my riding lessons, to teach us to sit up straight.” She held onto the ends of the crop, forcing his elbows in and back, and nibbled at his ear and jaw. “Don’t move.”
Muscles tense, Seth stayed perfectly still while she pulled a condom out of the top of her corset, grateful Adrian had suggested it. She bit her lip and rolled it on him, watching how his jaw clenched. Grabbing the ends of her crop again, Moira slowly lowered herself onto him.
“Oh God, Seth. You are lovely.”
She jerked the crop up higher, pushing his arms back even more and forcing his chest out. Moira kissed his neck, moving slowly up to his jaw, nipping up one side and down the other before drawing on his lower lip. Then she pushed forward and kissed him hard. As Seth responded with a moan, Moira rocked her hips in a hard rhythm.
Seth’s hands reached out for her, and Moira pushed away with a grin. “Hands down, Seth.” She rolled her hips again when his hands dropped. Tightening her grip on the crop, she pushed it hard into his biceps. Her hips moved faster. She nipped and bit her way across his jaw and neck and shoulders hard enough to leave marks, but never let him touch her.
By the time she felt his build rising alongside hers, his fists were clenched tight and his face was a mask of pain and pleasure.
Moira picked up her pace. Seth quivered under her, straining to control himself. She leaned forward again, nibbling at his ear, and whispered, “Come with me, Seth.”
He came with a shuddering moan that sent her tumbling over the edge with him. Moira leaned hard on him, riding them both through their peak, and then collapsed with a laughing sigh.
Chapter Seventeen
The bells of St. Louis Cathedral rang through the early morning gloom when Moira emerged from Fleur de Nuit on Adrian’s arm and climbed back into the waiting black carriages. The silence of Les Coulisses, the staging house, was staggering after the noise and heat of the club. Moira sighed as they reached the changing room and collapsed into one of the chairs.
“Tired, mon ange noir?” His long fingers rubbed at her bare neck, kneading the muscles there.
“Exhausted.” She sighed. “You do know D’Arcangelis doesn’t mean dark angel, right?”
Adrian chuckled. “Oui, mon ange. I do. But you are my dark angel. Should I call you instead L’Ange
Déchu, my fallen angel?”
Moira’s eyes flickered shut as Adrian’s fingers continued to work. “Mmm. No, I’m fine with being your dark angel.” She yawned. “These are the kinds of things I think about at absurd hours of the morning when I’ve been up all night.”
His fingers left off their kneading as he walked around in front of her to lightly grasp her chin. “You did very well, ma chère. I’m very proud of you. But as comfortable as that chair is, it would be better if you changed and went home with Kara before you fais do-do.”
Moira gave him a confused look at the bit of Creole she wasn’t familiar with.
Adrian laughed and removed her top hat. “Fais do-do? Fall asleep. You don’t want to do it in the chair. A bed is far more comfortable.”
“Ah.” Moira forced herself up and began to undress. She left the stockings, but swapped out her heels and underthings. The corset didn’t exactly fit under the blue dress she’d originally worn, and it felt good to have it off.
She was thrilled when Adrian told her he’d arrange to have her things taken back to her apartment later.
They left the changing room together to find Kara waiting in the entry hall. Mistress Tamara stood with her, her fingers tracing the edge of Kara’s face as they talked. As Tamara cupped Kara’s jaw and kissed her, Moira felt an odd twist of something in her gut.
Something that felt shockingly like jealousy.
“Mon ange?”
She looked at Adrian, who looked back at her with a bemused expression. “What?”
He raised his eyebrows, but said nothing, simply offered his arm and escorted her to where Kara stood, watching Mistress Tamara and her subs leave. Kara turned to them with a smile.
“Kara, ma petite, are you ready to take our ange noir home?”
Kara held her hand out for Moira’s. “Come on, sleepyhead. You look dead on your feet.”
Moira shook her head. “I am. Us stuffy history teachers aren’t used to staying up all night fornicating.”
Kara burst out laughing. “All right, Moira, it’s definitely time to get you to bed.” She pulled Moira out the door, waving to Adrian.
Moira sighed. “I’m exhausted, but I don’t really want to go home. Aren’t you tired?”
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