R.S.V.P.

  Cajun Blue By Dominique Adair

  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.

  Love and Kinks By Madeleine Oh

  The story of Jane and Alan from Power Exchange.

  Jane knows Alan is offering much, much more than a weekend in the country. Her choices are to play it safe and decline, or accept and agree to his conditions. In her heart, she longs to step out of her safe, predictable existence and satisfy her secret desires with a lover who knows her better than she knows herself. She only hopes she has the courage to live her fantasies.

  South Beach Submissive By Jennifer Dunne

  Alexandra Davidovitch finagles an invitation to an exclusive BDSM party, but doesn't let on that she's really club reviewer Sassy D on assignment to get the goods on how the South Beach elite party in private. Then she meets fashion photographer Michael Jackman, a drop-dead gorgeous dominant who makes her forget everything but the way she feels under his control. She'd do anything and everything for her new Master.except tell him who she is. Because the only way out of exposing him in the pages of her paper is to expose herself, and either way, one of their careers will be over

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  R.S.V.P.

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  CAJUN BLUE © 2004 DOMINIQUE ADAIR

  LOVE AND KINKS © 2004 MADELEINE OH

  SOUTH BEACH SUBMISSIVE © 2004 JENNIFER DUNNE

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower, Mary Moran and Martha Punches.

  Cover art by Syneca.

  Warning:

  The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. R.S.V.P. has been rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

  Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-rotic), and X (X-treme).

  S-ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

  E-rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as “fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.

  X-treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles, stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.

  R.S.V.P.

  Cajun Blue

  by Dominique Adair

  Love and Kinks

  by Madeleine Oh

  South Beach Submissive

  by Jennifer Dunne

  CAJUN BLUE

  Dominique Adair

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Barbie Doll: Mattel, Inc.

  Benz (Mercedes-Benz): Daimler-Benz Aktiengesellschaft Corporation

  Hummer: AM GENERAL CORPORATION

  Lexus: Toyota Jidosha Kabushiki Kaisha Corporation Japan 1

  Manolo Blahnik: Blahnik; Manolo INDIVIDUAL

  Chapter One

  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.

  Ms. Scarlet,

  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.

  Master Tyson

  Event Coordinator

  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 w
omen 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.

  Elle reached for the phone.

  * * * * *

  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.

  A slim blonde sashayed past clad only in a pink leather thong, a matching mask and a slim purple ribbon. She winked then presented him with a pert backside that barely gave a jiggle as she walked.

  She was a dish of vanilla ice cream, sweet and tasty but nothing to get excited about, especially for a Cajun who’d been raised on hot sauce at his maman’s tit. She was a pretty one, nice breasts, great ass definitely, but ordinary. Blue liked a little more meat on his women and this blonde looked to be in need of a few large helpings of red beans or étouffée. A good wind in the bayou would blow her away. Even the alligators would toss that one back as being too bony.

  He preferred his woman to be dark-haired, dark-eyed and very, very curvy. He liked broad hips, large breasts and soft thighs plump enough to cushion a man when he settled in for a long ride. When he fucked a woman, he wanted something to hang onto, not some skinny booty he’d worry about breaking.

  Besides, there was nothing better than the sight of a curvy ass turned pink from his hand or a pliable leather paddle.

  Heat streaked to his groin and he took another drink, allowing his gaze to move over the crowd once more. Surely there was one woman here who’d meet his criteria?

  Blue was ready to play.

  Chapter Two

  Elle drove through the towering iron gates and onto the Gallinos estate. Gravel crunched beneath her tires as she passed acres of neatly trimmed grass and ruthlessly shaped hedges. It appeared not a single branch, flower or leaf was out of place. She looked up at the towering trees that lined the drive and wondered if the leaves dared to fall and clutter the yard in the autumn.

  From the road, only the roofline of the house was visible, lending the property a rarified air that only the wealthy could achieve. It was amazing what money could buy. She drove past the final line of trees then around a soft curve before the house came into view. Her eyes widened and she gave a soft whistle.

  Very nice…

  She’d known Peter socially for several years but had neve
r ventured out to his house. With its façade of brick, pale limestone and wrought iron details, the sprawling structure looked surprisingly traditional for a man who was well known in the underground B&D culture. A giggle escaped her. What had she expected? Black leather drapes? Maybe some whips hanging from the trees and yards of chain decorating the hedges? She shook her head, amused at her flight of fancy.

  The drive flattened out and there was a large parking area right in front of the house. Elle guided her trusty, used Lexus through the impressive rows of cars. Her brow rose when she spied a bright yellow Hummer parked next to a Benz, which was located beside a shiny vintage hearse. She couldn’t help but smile at the eclectic mix of cars. That was Ty, always looking to invite diverse personalities to his little soirees. She pulled up to the walkway and stopped her car. Judging from the selection of cars in the lot, this evening would be interesting.

  Rows of tuxedo-clad men were lined up shoulder to shoulder along the walk. She’d no sooner put her car into park than a tall, slim man with pale golden hair and a black half-mask approached.

  “Good evening, Miss.” His voice carried the round tones of the east coast. He opened her door, his white gloves stark against the black of his tuxedo. “My name is Lee and I will be taking care of your car. Please present your invitation to the gentleman at the door and he will assist you from there.”

  Smiling her thanks, Elle picked up her black satin half-mask and secured it over her eyes before she exited the car. Her stomach felt oddly jittery and her palms were damp. She looked beyond the line of tuxedo-clad men and her eyes widened when she saw the big man who attended the door.

  He was dressed in worn blue jeans, the faded denim clung like a lover to every inch of his muscular thighs. He wore a black leather belt and a tight, white T-shirt that did nothing to hide the sculpted terrain of his broad chest and thickly muscled arms. His shiny, straight hair was the color of rich cocoa and it was neatly tied at the nape of his neck with a thin black ribbon.