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

her, drew her to him with his hand caressing her neck, immediately catching her attention, of course. His calf was pressed to Roland’s forearm, so there was no way he would miss their conversation.

“Marguerite.” Tyler brushed his lips over hers, her cheek, her ear, dwelled there.

“Despite the different twist that BDSM brings to our relationship, when I set my heart on someone I’m monogamous. And I damn well expect her to be as well.” He glanced down at Roland. “I know your heart, what you enjoy. And what you need. I’m not confused. And I don’t want you to be, either. For your sake. Or Roland’s well-being.”

It was the arrogance that brought back her confidence. “I didn’t bring high enough heels for that level of testosterone.”

“Then strip off your clothes and you can swim in a vat of it.” He pressed his cheek to hers, whispered in her ear. “You remember the night I spilled my come all over your back and you begged me to leave it, to mark my claim on you?”

Stepping back, she tossed her head with irritated petulance. He gave her a satisfied look, moving away. She decided she would try integrating the feelings he stirred up with her normal inspiration with a willing sub and see where it took her. There was an excitement low in her vitals roused by the unique situation, spurred by the changes that had happened over the past week. With a shock, she realized some part of her

confidence came from the fact that she trusted Tyler to guide her, that she could do as she wished and he would set the boundaries, as a Master would. Boundaries that would likely only heighten the spiraling sense of arousal she felt with Roland’s breath on her calf, waiting. Waiting for her Will.

“Master Joseph.” She courteously nodded her head to him.

The man sketched her a bow in return, appraising her with a warm look. “It would be my pleasure for you to enjoy the talents of my Leila. Leila, please follow Mistress Marguerite’s direction as you would my own. You may advise her of your boundaries as necessary.”

Leila stepped to Marguerite’s side at her beckoning, keeping her eyes down as a sub would, but Marguerite could feel her tension.

She raised Leila’s chin so she would look at her. “You are very fortunate, Master Joseph,” she said. “And I thank you for the gift.”

This was a woman who had brought light to Tyler’s life when he desperately

needed it, who had offered him friendship and physical comfort. Though they’d

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this moment, Mistress to sub, she was able to move beyond that and convey respect in her touch. Leila relaxed slightly, acknowledging it.

“Leila, while I go change and pick out some things I’ll need for my tea, I want you to lie on your back, here.” She guided Leila down to the floor, enabling her to slide her head between Roland’s spread legs until her head was propped on another small pillow under his lower abdomen, his stiff cock at a perfect angle to be taken by her lips. “I want you to take your pleasure.” Marguerite’s finger whispered down his back. “But you’re not allowed to come, Roland. No matter how long I take. If you think you’re going to lose control, you will tell her so she can ease off, but only until you regain control. Then she should start again.”

She turned her gaze to Joseph who was apparently absorbed by the sight of Leila’s smooth pussy, the clit jewelry she wore in the piercing there, her body stretched out beneath Roland’s. “And while I change, I expect your Master might devise ways to make you come, Leila, to reward your service to me.” For they all knew that her cries and arousal would further torture Roland, prohibited from releasing his own desire even when Leila sucked him harder. Caught in the throes of her own passion, she would scream against his hardened flesh as she came at her Master’s touch.

Joseph nodded, his dark eyes wickedly gleaming in anticipation.

Marguerite turned to address the only two members of the party that she had not yet. She found Violet watching her closely while Mac massaged the calf resting on his shoulder, pressing his mouth along her skin. Her lips had parted, showing her

distraction, but her gaze stayed on Marguerite nonetheless.

“Mistress Violet, would you be willing to join me for a cup of tea when I return?”

Violet’s Caribbean blue eyes were alert, cool. “Yes I would.”

They still had a score to settle, obviously. Marguerite inclined her head in just as reserved a fashion. On that challenging note, she let Tyler show her out of the pool house.

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Mirror of My Soul

Chapter Thirteen

He followed her up to the second level and took her hand, guiding her to his room.

From the shirt casually thrown over a chair and the hairbrush and cufflinks sitting out on the dresser, Marguerite was certain it was his room this time. She also noted that her overnight bag had been brought here.

“I’d like to choose a plug for him, after I change clothes. I assume you have some that are sterile?”

“Mmm-hmm.” He drew her to him, began to unbutton the front of the dress, peel it off her shoulders.

“Tyler.” Her breath escaped her as he bit her neck, took the dress off. “What are you doing?”

“Exercising a Master’s right to dress and undress his slave. I’ve gotten you another gift.”

“Your most recent one was more than I could ask. I don’t need to be spoiled.”

“On that, we’ll have to disagree.” He dropped her dress over his shirt on the chair, a curiously domestic, intimate picture that absorbed her attention for a moment. “Take off the rest of your clothes. I want you to stand before me naked.”

Leaning against the closet, he crossed his arms, his attention focused solely on her in a