Mirror of My Soul by Joey Hill (book club recommendations .TXT) 📕

He covered her jugular with his mouth. Bit. Her body tightened,

surrendering with a soft sigh of relief, wanting to give him anything he asked, wanting him to ask for it all.

Her cries came easily, echoing off the vaulted ceiling, cries of fulfillment, of desire and peace at once. Of triumph, when he let go and poured himself into her, reinforcing the promise that had begun less than a handful of weeks before. He’d said she was his.

Now she couldn’t imagine having ever wanted anything different for herself in her whole life.

“Tyler…” She reached up and touched his face, closed her eyes as he turned into her palm and kissed it, bit gently.

“Yes, sweet Mistress?”

It made her chest hurt, how much she felt in this moment. She knew she should not say anything impetuously. But under the light of the stained glass window, the flickering candlelight of their shared memories, it felt like simple, unexamined honesty.

No matter what the darkness brought back to her tomorrow.

“I’m in love with you.”

Framing her face with his hands, he brought his lips down on hers in answer. His body moved upon her again, renewing their passion. As he took her up, she was flying again, higher and higher. Wanting nothing more than to keep this soaring peace with him inside her forever.

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Chapter Ten

“So, you’re going to go home and forget all about me.”

“Pretty much.” She watched him put her bag in her BMW and rested her arm on

the top of the car door as he closed the trunk. When he came around the car,

approaching her with an intent look in his eye, anticipation flooded her. As if they hadn’t made love less than two hours ago when he woke her for a Sunday morning breakfast. And several times during the night.

Pressing her up against the car’s frame, he delved into her mouth with his own, his hands wandering down to fondle her ass, squeeze, press her hard against his cock in a way that made her knees tremble, loosen.

“No…” Marguerite murmured, a smile on her lips. She wiggled, squirmed,

managed to drop and fold herself into the driver’s seat, quickly slamming the door before Tyler could push his suit further. Bracing his palms on the frame of the open window, he grinned at her, though his eyes were hot, demanding she get out of the car, stay.

She couldn’t get this much off track. The past thirty-six hours had been fantastic, in the literal sense of the word. She needed some time to think about the changes he’d brought forth in her in such a short time.

“Don’t do that.” He cupped her face, brought her startled eyes up to him. “Don’t retreat from me again.”

She swallowed, reached up and closed her hand over his wrist, the strength of it.

“I’m not. Not that way, I promise. I know the type of man you are. You’re impatient, sure of your feelings. I’ve been alone a long time. I just need a few days of normalcy. To get my balance.”

“Every time you get your balance, I get shut out.” He squatted, going eye to eye with her. “Just remember, angel, there’s not a drawbridge you can raise that I won’t scale. But it would be a hell of a lot nicer for both of us to conserve my energy for better things.”

“Don’t you think of anything else?” But her own body was vibrating with need just at the sweep of his possessive glance over it. “I’m trying. Just trust me. Please. I don’t…” She sighed, closed her eyes. “How does last night change things? Do I tell you where I’m going, who I’m with, my schedule? Do you tell me yours? Is that how this works?”

“Is that how you want it to work?”

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She studied him a long moment. “All I know is every moment I’ve been without

you, it feels…wrong. Does that get better or worse with proximity? Will your

insufferable arrogance make me want to slap you around?”

He flashed a grin. “As much as your haughty tone will make me want to turn you over my knee.”

Her smile faded at the corners, her expression becoming even more thoughtful.

“And that’s something else. What about The Zone? You’re a Master, I’m a Mistress. I know with you it’s different, but there are times… I want, I still feel the desire…” She flushed. “It hasn’t gone away, and I don’t know how you feel about that. Is that unfaithful? I don’t want to make you angry, or jealous.”

“Tell me how you imagine that part of your life, now.” Tyler kept his face carefully impassive, somewhat encouraging, wanting her to be honest, though his gut was

clutching in a tense knot, waiting to see where she was going with this.

“I don’t know how to do this. I mean…”

“Marguerite.” He tightened his fingers on her face, an unmistakable command he intended to focus her. “Without thinking about it, tell me right now how you feel.

Everything.”

“I miss you,” she said softly. “From the moment you leave or I leave, I think about you. I wish you were sleeping beside me. I have this insane notion to call you to tell you to come over, right then. But it also feels good sitting there at my desk, holding on to the thought of you, reliving everything we’ve said and done.” She pushed her hand

through her hair, tugging at her own scalp in a frustrated move he’d never seen her make.

“How do we do this?” she asked. “I know I’m like a silly teenager, but I never had a boyfriend in school. There was no possible way I could have anything, with my home situation, with the way…he made me feel… Boys seemed to know. Like animals know when another animal is sick, to keep their distance.” She lifted a shoulder. “And those boys who didn’t… I knew what the look in their eye was about. So I don’t know the right way to do this. I