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Violet could not take her eyes from his. She mutely offered her hand, glad she only had to raise it a fraction before he seized it, pressed his mouth hard atop her knuckles.

She didn’t want the others to see the way she was trembling, but he felt it. His fingers tightened on hers, somehow conveying chagrin and reassurance at once, in that protective way of his that spread a warm balm over her frazzled nerves, making it all right. For the moment.

Through the gesture, she could feel that he regretted causing her the conflict, but she knew regret didn’t translate into victory. She’d only breached one wall. The ones that remained might be even more difficult. She was angrier with him than anyone she’d ever known.

Tyler was right. She was in love.

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Chapter 10


After dinner, the Doms changed into preferred swimwear and adjourned to the pool house, a beautiful glass structure that overlooked the water. Equipped with a pool table, wet bar and bookcase full of reading selections, the room invited diversion and indulgence. Comfortable wicker lounge furniture, set up in private groupings buffered by the artful placement of tropical plants, allowed group or one-on-one interaction equally.

During the meal, it was obvious that the displays by Leila and Mac had ratcheted up the sexual tension of all the guests to a higher level than Tyler had anticipated for this early in the evening. The lingering touches bestowed on the subs, the frequent wetting of lips and shifting of bodies, the distracted tone of the conversations. The heavy stillness of the air hovering around the table, though the palm frond ceiling fan was going at high speed. When Violet fed Mac his meal from her fingertips, she completely lost the thread of anything going on at the table.

Always a skillful host for his D/s parties, Tyler rerouted the nature of the tension by suggesting to the Mistresses that the slaves could play a game of water volleyball while they took their ease around the pool and watched.

David, Mac and Collin were typically competitive men, but Leila’s charming enthusiasm and relative inexperience thrown into the mix kept the testosterone level down and the tone of the match appealingly playful.

Violet discovered there was no better game than water volleyball to display a body to its best advantage. She watched as appreciatively as the other Doms as naked torsos stretched and turned. Genitals were generously exposed as the men came out of the water to spike a shot over the net or jump up high to return a volley. The white heart shape of Leila’s ass entertained and stimulated them all as she lunged, laughing, after the ball. Her breasts, heavy and wet, nipples tight with cold, could not help but keep the men semi-erect, even in the water. Violet enjoyed the beauty of every form displayed, but her eyes kept coming back to Mac, savoring each time he dropped beneath the surface to rewet his skull and came back up, water sluicing off his body, muscles rippling across his back as he pushed his hair off his forehead.

“He’s extraordinary, isn’t he?” Lisbeth sat down with her White Russian and chose a chocolate-covered strawberry from the silver center tray left on the patio table between them. “It’s something about him. Tarzan-like. He’s not handsome. He’s definitely not pretty. He’s just primitive. Beautiful. Raw sex.”

“Sounds like you miss him.”

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“Sometimes.” The woman’s green eyes were as pale frosted as her white hair, pulled back from her elegant features. “You don’t like me, but you’ve refrained from cutting remarks about my age, which would be easy ground. I appreciate that, and as such, I want to tell you straight out I’ve no lingering designs on Mac. Mostly I enjoy breaking in the ‘virgins’, watching them discover their submissive nature, the awareness of what power and control really mean in sex. I like to watch them grow.

When Mac was ready, I cut him loose with no regrets. I introduced him to his nature and trained him. That was all.”

“You did a piss poor job with the training,” Violet said bluntly. “He still hasn’t accepted it. He plays with it, better than most subs fully embrace it, which is why so many Mistresses have let him get away with it. He hasn’t let anyone break him down, move into his soul.”

“Very astute. You get right to the point in a conversation, don’t you? But you and I both know there’s no way I would have accomplished that.” Lisbeth reached over, touched Violet’s hand in an affectionate gesture that surprised her. “You know the truth of it as much as I do. You’re just worked up from dinner. He’s a one-woman sub. And I don’t mean he needs and prefers one-on-one play, though he surely does. I mean there’s only one woman he’s going to let be his true Mistress.” She leaned back in her chair, examined the tray to pick another strawberry. “When I look at Mac, I think of that perfect meal behind glass, accessible only if you know the combination to make the glass slide back. You can’t shatter it to get to the meal. That will just ruin the feast.” She paused.

Violet cocked her head, not saying anything. Part of her resented the woman’s intimate exploration of Mac’s mind. The smarter part of her knew she should hear the rest of it, and so her pride was relieved when Lisbeth continued without a visible sign of encouragement from her.

“He lets a woman hold the reins sexually, probably the only aspect of his life where he allows anyone to dominate him. However, the key is that he ‘lets her’. His heart is that of a true sub, but no one’s ever taught him that being a true sub means the only choice is surrender. I believe only one woman is going to be strong enough to do it, the woman. Though he barely knows it, he’s waiting to possess and be possessed. He’s following his instincts. As I said. Primitive. Raw. Animal.” Lisbeth made a humming noise of pleasure as she bit into the strawberry, the chocolate smearing across her upper lip so that her tongue came out, delicately brought the sweet into her mouth. David missed an easy return volley completely and she chuckled.

“I don’t mind making you jealous,” she said, flashing teeth at Violet. “Because what I got to sample of him was tasty. But from the sparks flying between you and him, I’d say you might want to try out being that one woman.” 86



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Violet watched Mac laugh at something Leila said, engage in a brief splashing match with her, palm the ball and return to the back line to serve. “So how many do you think he’s auditioned?”

Lisbeth cocked her head. “I’d ask why that matters, but to the woman who wants the role, I can imagine it would matter a great deal.” She lifted a shoulder as Violet turned her gaze back to her. “Not as many as you might think. He’s done a lot of playing in the dungeons, one-night type stuff, but since me, he’s resisted becoming someone’s regular playmate. He’s so charming, he’s managed to stay a free agent without offending or insulting, but it’s clear he’s been looking for something he didn’t even really know he was seeking. The more inexperienced Mistresses didn’t get that, but it was pretty obvious to someone who’s been in the game as long as I have. And to the person who might just be that lucky Mistress for him.” Violet raised a brow. “I haven’t known him very long.” Lisbeth waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t play games with another Dom. Do you know, in all the time we were together, he was never possessive with me? Never even used a possessive when he talked about me? Or any other Mistress I ever saw him with.

But you, at dinner. ‘My Mistress’. He said it, implied it, several times. He’s never done that, not in all the time I’ve known him. Ever.” She had as much as she wanted to think about at the moment. Violet gave Lisbeth a courteous nod, rose. Mac’s gaze was on her the minute she moved, and when she came forward, he stroked over. He caught onto the edge of the pool and crossed his arms on the concrete, curling them in a loose circle around her ankles.

“Hi,” she said, squatting on her heels.

He smiled, a wary gesture that said dinner was not forgotten, but he reached up, traced his thumb over her lips and cheek. She let him, pressed her jaw into his hand, closed her eyes. It released the band of tension around her lungs, and she felt weightless. A moment later, she realized it wasn’t an illusion of her mind. He had simply curled his arms around her coiled form and taken her into the heated water with him, scooped up against his body. She wound her arms around his neck, pressed her face into his throat, felt the pulse jumping there. He tipped back her chin, put wet lips over hers, and she let herself float, shifted so her legs were wrapped around his waist, feeling the strength of his hands pressed against her back, holding her curves, contained in a modest bathing suit, against his bare torso. The head of his cock bumped the crease of her buttocks.

“Take me back to the edge of the pool,” she said, feeling both steadier and more messed up. She shouldn’t be reacting to Lisbeth’s familiarity with Mac, as it was obvious the woman was not a threat, but she wanted Mac to be hers, all hers. Though it was an irrational thought, she fervently wished she had been his first and last Mistress.

He took her to the side of the pool, lifted her out of the water and sat her back on the lip, her feet rubbing against his waist and rib cage as he stayed between her knees, watching her watching him. His silver eyes studied her face, jeweled with tiny beads of 87