Elle Grayson is a woman with a taste for bondage and handsome men who know how to wield a paddle. Using the name Ms. Scarlet, she attends a B&D party with the intention of finding a man to satisfy her dark, sensual nature for a one-night stand.
Remy "Blue" DeLaughter is a Cajun with a taste for the dangerous and an eye for sexy, curvaceous women. While attending his business partner's party, he finds the woman of his bondage dreams, only to have her slip away in the night. He wants her for a lifetime. Finding her is the problem...
Publisher's Note: Originally published in the R.S.V.P. anthology.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Cajun Blue by Dominique Adair
The engraved invitation mocked Elle from across the table. She scowled and tried to return her attention to the newspaper article she was reading but it did no good. After a few moments her gaze again strayed to the cream-colored card perched on her tottering To Do pile.
She sighed. That was the problem with To Do piles, they never turned into All Done piles. TD piles were like dishes and laundry--once they were cleared away one only had to wait a few hours for a new pile to begin.
She shoved the newspaper aside then reached for the card. She didn't know why she was dithering over this particular invitation quite so much. It wasn't as if this was her first invitation to a private bondage and discipline party. She'd been a player on the B&D scene for years and had attended many public and private parties.
Elle rubbed the thick cardstock between her fingers. Maybe it was because this party would be her last in her hometown of Columbus, Ohio. Next month she was scheduled to begin her new job in New Orleans, Louisiana as Vice President of Communications for Belle Femme, a million-dollar cosmetics company. Her stomach clenched even as a secret thrill of accomplishment ran up her spine. This was the job she'd trained for and dreamed of all her life.
It also meant her days as a sexual submissive were numbered.
Elle stroked her finger over the raised lettering on the invitation. Her new career would be complex, fast-paced and visible to the public as well as the shareholders of the burgeoning company. Her job was such that a single hint of scandal, let alone one of a sexual nature, could cost her the career she'd worked so hard to achieve.
Her shoulders slumped. That meant no playing for her, not for a long while at least. She was relatively sure there were private B&D clubs in New Orleans but it would take some time to investigate them and determine which ones were discreet and safe enough for her participate. With her new job and future at stake she could ill-afford a single misstep.
She propped the invitation on top of the pile of bills and correspondence. Consequently, this invite would be her last chance to play the game for quite a while. Just the thought of an extended period of celibacy was making her feel itchy, needy. It had been several weeks since the last time she'd played and she was more than ready to indulge herself.
Even though she knew every word by heart, she reread the invitation.
You are cordially invited to attend a private party at Master Peter's home in New Albany. The theme is decadence, the color is purple and masks are required.
Prepare to serve and be pleasured.
False names and the use of masks were very common in the underground B&D scene. Not only did it add to the mystery and excitement of the game, it was also used to protect some very public figures. She knew of at least one Senator and several CEOs of multi-million dollar companies who belonged to their group. No one wanted to risk losing their career or family for a few sexual kicks.
Across the bottom of the invitation there was a handwritten phone number and short note.
Please RSVP darling, I have someone I want you to meet! Smooches, T.
Elle grinned. She adored Ty and had from the moment they'd met. He was a friend with a penchant for purple silk boxers, men who were well-hung and women with impeccable fashion sense.
She rose and headed into her bedroom, taking care to avoid the tottering piles of half-packed boxes. He was also well aware that she'd broken off her most recent relationship with Ken, and no doubt had engineered this invitation for one final sexual romp for that reason alone. The parties Ty orchestrated were legendary among the B&D crowd. Known for their enticing themes and everything-goes atmosphere, it was quite a coup to receive an invitation.
Flinging open her closet doors, she stared at the racks of clothing, looking for anything sexy and purple. If she was going to go to this party, she'd definitely want to look her best. Maybe she needed to go shopping?
She'd attended quite a few of Ty's functions, usually with her ex-Master at her heels. She pulled out a purple velvet caftan. If she attended this event, it would be her first without a Master watching her every move.
She tossed the caftan aside and reached for a dark purple leather skirt. It wasn't unusual for a submissive to attend a party alone. She knew several women who'd done so and they'd claimed they had enjoyed the game more as there was no one to tell them where to draw the line. The submissive chose their sexual partners, indulged in whatever behavior turned them on the most, all without repercussions. The evening would be about pleasure, both giving and receiving, and the girls would indulge to their heart's content.
A soft ache blossomed between her thighs and she glanced at her toy drawer. The last few weeks had been hectic and it had been a long time since she'd played and she was more than ready. No, if she was going to attend the party she'd refrain from masturbating. Sexual abstinence would ensure an even more pleasurable evening.
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Remy "Blue" DeLaughter walked across the crowded terrace toward the bar. Though he'd been raised in a big Cajun family in the heart of Bayou Country, he'd been fortunate enough to receive a college education thanks to a baseball scholarship to one of the Big Ten schools. Consequently he felt at ease no matter where he was or whomever he was with. He was happiest at home in the bayou but the business world felt equally as comfortable. When he'd returned from college, his childhood friends had teased him about becoming a Yankee. His mouth hitched. Most Cajuns thought anything north of Shreveport was Yankee territory.
Blue found an empty seat at the bar and after ordering a drink, he turned so he could watch the festivities. Peter Gallinos, the host of the party, was his business partner and college buddy. Both had played baseball for The Ohio State University and in their senior year had conceived the idea of going into business together. D&G Fisheries of Cocodrie, Louisiana was born less than a year later.
Peter's father was the CEO of the Gallinos Consortium, a family of exclusive restaurant chains. With their business connections and Blue's knowledge of the shrimping and fishing industry in Southern Louisiana, D&G was well on its way to becoming a multi-million dollar business.
The bartender delivered his glass of scotch and Blue took a sip. The ten years since graduation had definitely been interesting. They'd started the business, worked long hours on the fishing boats, battled accountants, the weather and sometimes even each other. Even though they'd made plenty of mistakes, they'd amassed fortunes for the company as well as themselves. One of the first things Blue had done with his money was to build his parents a new house on the family land on the bayou. He swirled the amber-colored liquid around in his glass. They'd come a long way since those early days.
He and Pete had just inked a million-dollar deal with a major restaurant chain and had two more on the table. This completed deal would put them over the twenty million dollar profit mark for the year and they still had four months to go. While Blue was pleased with the progress they were making, he was itching to escape the business world for a while. Now that this deal was signed and sealed, he was leaving for home in a few days. Pete was more than capable of handling the other two contracts and it would be good to be back in Cajun country, though it wasn't quite where he'd pictured himself returning quite so soon.
A year ago he'd hightailed it out of Louisiana to follow a lusty librarian from Fort Myers, Florida. With the exception of business trips, he'd figured he wouldn't live in Louisiana ever again. Mistress Celine was a beautiful redhead who'd possessed a wickedly talented mouth and wielded a leather paddle with the best of them.
He grinned and shook his head. What he'd been thinking when he'd hooked up with her he didn't know. For a few months he'd reveled in her unabashed sexuality and they'd had a good, fulfilling time. Then one morning he'd caught sight of his pinkened ass in the bathroom mirror and knew his time as a submissive was over.
He wasn't wired to be a full-time Sub, he was Dom all the way.
The next day he'd left Florida and returned to Louisiana long enough to buy a house near the headquarters of D&G Fisheries before heading out to hawk his services to the restaurant, fish-buying public. So here he was, nine months later and over a million dollars richer, he was finally prepared to return home.
His gaze moved over the crowd. It had been a long time since he'd come out to play the game. Pete threw B&D parties several times a year, though this was the first Blue had attended in a while.
The house was crowded with well over one hundred guests, and judging from their attire, most were quite wealthy. That was Pete, always rubbing elbows with the rich folk. He grinned and raised his glass. He wondered what his pampered friend would think if Blue showed up on his doorstep with a few Cajuns who'd never ventured out of the bayou in their lives.
Several women walked past, slim purple silk ribbons were tied around their throats signaling their submissive status. The Masters wore black ribbons while those who swung both ways wore red. Almost everyone sported a mask though he'd chosen not to do so as he found them to be bothersome. There was nothing more annoying then kissing a pretty woman only to have their masks become tangled.