HOT FOR TEACHER - A new Jane Porter Story from Dominique AdairEntrepreneur, fashionista and submissive-in-training, Jane Porter is headed to New Orleans with her lovers, Antonio and Santos. Armed with an invitation to the exclusive Marché d’Esclave, a members-only pleasure club, Jane steps into a world where submissives are auctioned to new masters for training. Happy with her current masters, Jane has no intentions of going up on the block herself until she comes to face to face with a man she'd thought never to see again...
Among the patrons is the mysterious Archer, a master from Europe with legendary skills in the art of training. His submissives command the highest prices at auction and for those in search of a master, he is the one they crave. Intrigued by the beautiful Jane, he employs his considerable talents in the hopes of seducing her away from her lovers and returning to his home for a little higher education.
Will Jane resist temptation or will she accept Archer's invitation to explore more of the pleasure she's come to crave...
Warning: Extreme bondage, spanking, sexy men doing very naughty things to themselves and others, more spanking and the creative misuse of fruit.
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Smoothing the delicate silk over her hips, Jane stepped out from behind the screen. Lily was sitting on the chaise again, this time holding a pair of black suede Stuart Weitzman stilettos with a laced-up front. Cooing over the shoes, she stroked the butter-soft leather as if it were a child cradled in her arms rather than a stunning pair of footwear. Jane stepped over her friend’s sprawled legs to retrieve her pumps, which were still sitting untouched on the shelf.
“Thanks for getting my shoes for me.” She nudged Lily’s leg with the tip of her shoe. “Now quit drooling. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to remove spit marks from suede?”
Lily’s dreamy expression and heartfelt sigh mirrored how Jane felt when she’d bought them a few days ago. There really was nothing more magnificent than shoes that were not only beautiful but made her feel sexy. She frowned. Did Lily have tears in her eyes?
“Have you ever seen anything so glorious?” she purred.
“Well, yes. I am the one who bought them.”
“I swear, on the lives of my unborn children, that if I owned these shoes I’d be the happiest and most contented woman—”
“Until next season,” Jane teased. “Your obsession with shoes is second only to your appetite for Jean Jacques.”
“Look who’s talking.” Lily nodded toward the array of shoes in every color imaginable. “How many pairs do you own, Imelda? Two hundred?”
“Ninety-four actually.” Jane retrieved the shoes from her friend then put them back on the shelf. “I think you have me confused someone else. Namely, yourself.” She turned out the lights then walked into the bedroom leaving Lily to follow. She’d have to make sure and frisk her before she left. It would be just like her to swipe the shoes then stuff the toes with paper just so she could wear them.
The bedroom was flooded with the morning sunshine from the row of windows overlooking the mountains. The French doors were open and the crisp breeze was sweetly scented with sage and honeysuckle.
Her writing desk was positioned in front of the windows and sitting on top next to her laptop was a Fed Ex envelope containing her invitation. Automatically her gaze went to the return address as if it had changed in the hour or so since she’d last seen it. Whoever sent the coveted invitation had used the street address of the club, which gave her no clue as to the sender’s identity. She’d wracked her brain trying to think of anyone who was a member of the club and would make such a magnanimous gesture. The only name she’d come up with was Dirk Prentiss, but he and his wife had been out of the country for seven weeks.
“Is this it?”
Lily reached around her to pick up envelope but Jane snatched it up first and held it over her head. “How bad do you want to see it?” she teased.
“Badly, now fork it over or I’ll stick you with the Cambern party.” Her eyes danced with laughter.
“Uncle.” Jane tossed her the envelope as if it burned her skin.
The Cambern’s had hired R.S.V.P. to arrange a birthday party for their son…who was two. There was nothing worse than dealing with a baby mama who insisted upon clowns and horses for a party when the kid would only be terrorized by all the strangers towering over him. It was a good thing they were rich because little Billy was going to need some serious therapy when he grew up to be a bed-wetter with a clown fetish.
“Just holding the envelope is enough to give me chills.” Lily had discarded the cardboard sleeve and now held the heavy burgundy linen envelope. “And you have no idea where it came from?”
“None.” Jane sank into her favorite armchair to put on the jewelry she’d picked out earlier. “I’ve been chewing on it ever since it arrived. Do we know anyone who is a member?”
She laughed. “How many multi-millionaires do we know? Dirk is the only one who comes to mind.”
“It’s not him.”
“‘Beauty, I hope you will grant me the honor of your company, signed, an admirer.’” Lily read. “That’s it?” She flipped over the engraved invitation hoping to find something on the back. “How anti-climactic.”
“You’re not telling me anything new.” Jane sighed. She’d become obsessed with finding out who sent it but she had nothing new to go on. How do you find someone who obviously doesn’t want to be found?
“Marché d’Esclave.” Lily perched on the arm of Jane’s chair. “What is that? Cheap…”
“Your French is atrocious.” She winked. “It means slave market. The building was owned by the pirate, Jean Lafitte, and it was a front for selling his stolen goods. Later it turned it into a gentleman’s club and there were Quadroon and Octoroon women who lived above stairs for the purpose of entertaining the patrons.”
“Fascinating, but get to the good stuff.” Lily’s green eyes were bright with interest.
“In the days of prohibition it was a speakeasy before it was transformed into a club for the deviants and perverts of the day—”
“Like you,” Lily snickered.
“Thank you for pointing that out.” Jane cleared her throat. “Now it is a very exclusive gentlemen’s club and whatever goes on behind closed doors is a tightly held secret. Only members and their guests are permitted to enter the building and their membership requirements are strict. The yearly fee is well over a hundred grand and the application fee is more than double that.”
“Holy cow,” Lily gasped. “I heard they host slave auctions. Is that true?”
Jane wasn’t about to admit she was very curious about the auctions herself. Basically a submissive, in agreement with her master, could be put on the auction block for other potential masters to bid upon for the purposes of further training. The money went to the submissive once the conditions of the negotiated contract were met. It wasn’t about sex because the sub wasn’t required to sleep with the master who’d purchased her time. Instead it was about the training and acquiring new skills to take back to their masters.
The idea of being auctioned to a master strictly for the purposes of training was enticing though she knew she wasn’t ready for that step. Besides, she was enjoying her time with her lovers, Antonio and Santos, and she couldn’t imagine leaving them anytime soon.
“According to Santos it’s true, but I don’t know anything about it. They have other things like gaming, live theatre and tableaus…”
“Tableaus, eh? That could be interesting.”
Lily and her lover were both exhibitionists, and she had dozens of titillating stories of their exploits all over Colorado.
“The boys are going with you, right?”
“Definitely. We’re meeting up in New Orleans tomorrow.” She caught sight of the clock. “Heavens, I need to run.”
Bounding out of the chair she grabbed her portfolio and purse before following her friend downstairs and outside. Ament, her driver, stood by the sleek Lincoln Town Car and when he saw her he opened the door.
“I expect you to have lots of stories from New Orleans,” Lily said. Her racy blue Jaguar XFR, a gift from Jean Jacques, was parked behind the Town Car.
“And I expect to hear that you’re in New York by the weekend.” They exchanged air kisses.
“You’ve got it, I promise.”
“That’s my girl. Go get your man.” Jane waved then got into the car.
Ament shut the door then took his place behind the wheel. “Where to today, Miss Jane?”
“The Black Pearl on South Pearl Street.”
“Good choice.” His teeth flashed white against his dark skin.
When Lily admitted she was afraid one day she’d wake up to find her life was only a dream, Jane understood exactly what she meant. Sometimes it was hard to believe how much her life had changed in the since Dirk and Kitten Prentiss’s party. The weekend affair was a smashing success and R.S.V.P. had more business than they could handle. They’d already hired three more office staff and a full time coordinator, Megan. The money was rolling in and each month they received requests to handle events outside of Colorado. Already they’d crafted events in New York, Toronto, Miami, Hollywood and numerous other cities.
Then there was her love life.
Before the party she’d endured a year of celibacy after a terrible breakup with her former master. Then she’d met Antonio Villareal, Dirk’s half-brother and son of a Spanish winemaker. After spending an intensely intimate night together, he introduced her to Santos, his best friend and business partner. It wasn’t too long before they’d taken her to bed, and they’d yet to leave. Both men were her lovers, and they made her happier than she could ever remember being.
Five months ago she’d moved to their estate where she enjoyed a life beyond her wildest imagination. They indulged her with expensive gifts, trips, servants and allowed her to express and indulge her sexuality to her heart’s content. Most importantly, they provided a supportive and loving environment and all of them flourished.
She’d almost given up on finding someone she was compatible with sexually. Her sex drive was voracious and former lovers complained about not being able to keep up. Another passion was for dominance and being controlled, she craved it like a drug. Pain, she’d learned, was a heady aphrodisiac. When applied properly it led to some extreme levels of arousal and mind-blowing, full-body orgasms. It was the combination of her high sex drive and need for dominance that had made it difficult to find satisfaction.
Until Antonio and Santos.
For the past week both men had been in New York on business, and she couldn’t wait until they were together again. Before leaving they’d forbidden her to masturbate, and she was so horny that they’d be lucky to remove their shoes before she was riding them like a cowgirl. She smiled.
It looked like the invitation to Marché d’Esclave couldn’t have come at a better time.
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