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

happened to her infamous control? But she knew. A sub didn’t have to

have control around her Master. Only within his demands. She was quite literally a switch when she was with him, all of her compulsions commensurate with a

submissive’s behavior, as strong in her as the Mistress when she stood over a different type of man.

“So how was your day? What did you do?”

He opened the door for her, guided her in with a hand at the small of her back.

Behaving like the perfect gentleman while she had to clench her fingers into fists to keep from slapping him. Or jumping him.

“We had a large afternoon crowd,” she said at last. “Chloe tried her hand at a poppy seed cake that was gone in no time.”

“I assume you brought me a piece.”

“With paying customers willing to put down six dollars a slice? You’re going to have charm her into baking you one. On her own time.”

Her tone was cool and Tyler knew she was getting back at him. He grinned,

recognizing the challenging light in her eye. The sexy pout of those soft lips had his lust rising to the point he had to stifle a groan.

“Mercenary.”

“Fiscally responsible,” she returned. He saw he’d restored her good humor with his teasing. He squeezed her hand.

“I love it when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Really smile.”

She raised her hand to her lips, startled. It amazed him that she wasn’t aware of it, that she needed tactile experience to believe it. He touched her face, hurting for her and loving her at once. To keep it from becoming too serious, he curled a lock of her hair around his fingers. “And what if I have to offer Chloe sexual favors to wrest a cake out of her?”

Marguerite raised a brow. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”

“Are you jealous at the thought?”

She considered it. “I don’t… I guess I haven’t gotten as far as to think I have the right to be possessive with you.”

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Raising her hand, he kissed it and bit her knuckles with sharp pressure, watching her eyes focus on the mark of his teeth into her skin, pain offered as a pleasure. “You have every right to be possessive. Because I sure as hell consider you mine.”

“Well, there goes the affair I’d planned with half the men in the neighborhood.

Tyler…”

“I’ll ease up,” he promised. “Come on out to the back. Your present is there.”

“Where are Mac and Violet?”

“Out back as well. I have a pool here, too. They’re taking a swim before dinner.”

He took her down the hallway, past an opulent dining room set for seven, through the sunroom and out a covered walkway flanked by blooming gardenia bushes. The walkway led to the enclosed pool area which currently had all the windows open to allow the fresh air.

As they stepped in, a man was coming out of the pool. She registered that there were three other people in there with him, but could not immediately focus on anyone else as her senses were abruptly inundated with him. He was the type of submissive that always called to her. In his late twenties, with green eyes like sea glass, his streaked chestnut hair to mid-shoulders, his lips soft, curved pleasantly. The upper torso was well-muscled, a lean, taut body. He was completely naked, obvious as he walked up the steps at the shallow end, hand on the rail, water sluicing down his flat stomach over the groin area and long thighs.

“Marguerite.” Tyler nodded as the man approached. “This is Roland. It’s his

pleasure to serve you this weekend in whatever manner you wish. He works at True Blue, but volunteered to spend the weekend with us because he enjoys the company of strong Mistresses.” He looked into her amazed face. “I give him to you, as your Master.

You have my permission to enjoy him fully in my company.”

She met his gaze. “Not alone.”

He shook his head. “I am possessive,” he reminded her, his gaze sweeping over her.

“And I love watching you as a Mistress.”

He moved his touch up to her neck, caressing her, murmured in her ear so only she could hear him. “As your Master, I’d like to see you top him. Indulge yourself as you desire and let’s see how it goes. I never shared Nina with another man, wouldn’t countenance it. But this is different. I know the compulsion that drives you to be a Mistress, just as I know that your soul is mine. As mine is yours,” he added quietly.

Marguerite reflected that it felt odd to be here as Mistress and slave both, primarily because it did not feel odd at all. Her mind was swirling with ideas already. Only this time, it was with the things she would do to bring Roland pleasure while Tyler watched. She imagined his eyes on her as she moved her hands over another man’s flesh, as her fingers closed over Roland’s even now thickening cock.

Tyler wrapped his hands in her hair, drew her head back to suckle her throat as she studied her gift. Reaching out to Roland, she drew him to her, desire sweeping her hard at the feel of one man possessing her while she sought to possess another herself.

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Roland stepped closer, his green eyes respectful but avid. She could feel his desire to serve, to be commanded, emanating off him like heat.

She’d heard wives lament their husband’s inability to pick out just the right gift, even when signs and clues were practically mapped out in front of them. Tyler had known exactly what she most appreciated. The beautiful purity of Roland’s features, the eyes that had that seeking quality, the quality a Mistress cherished. While she could tell this man did not have as many personal demons as the type of submissive she usually chose, the very fact he seemed more balanced complemented the social tone of this weekend. As always, Tyler had chosen thoughtfully.

When Tyler released her,