Mirror of My Soul (Nature of Desire 4)

Looking back down, she moved her touch directly over Leila’s clit, snugged her knuckles down on either side of it and began to manipulate it in slow motions, working the piercing even as she allowed her thumb to continue to play in the opening, rub the lips. Leila’s mouth had opened wide, her body surging up, which put Roland’s cock deeper into her, her breaths coming more harshly. Marguerite could see her tongue flicking against the underside of his cock, not intentionally or with any rhythm, just as a function of her gasping breaths. Marguerite lifted her other hand from Roland’s ass, picked up the anal plug and switched hands on Leila to deftly insert the thick plug into her soaked pussy. Leila bucked, moaning. Now Joseph let out a low growl of appreciation. Marguerite flicked her attention over him briefly to see him nicely prominent against his slacks. She was sure Leila would be on her knees sucking that cock before the night was over. He’d build her up again in no time, then lay her over the bed and fuck her from behind while she bit down on the bedcovers, crying out her need. The glitter of his eyes, the way his eyes lingered on her movements, told Marguerite he was the kind of Dominant that enjoyed it most that way. That sense of total control, the helpless pleasure of his sub being on her knees or taken from behind, completely at his mercy. She felt the sexual Latino energy pouring off him and imagined him crooning to her in his native language. Urging her to suck him with her mouth, draw him deeper into her pussy, take all of him as Marguerite had taken Tyler in the kitchen on her knees. Holding on to his thighs, savoring every dr

op of him, wishing he could be buried in all of her empty spaces at once.

She thrust in and out as Leila’s muscles clamped on the plug, stroking it.

Marguerite slid it from her on a downward stroke, replaced it smoothly with two of her fingers. Plunged deep into her, deeper than the plug could go, watching her angle so her nails would not cause the woman any discomfort. There was a delicate art to it, one that took practice, particularly with an aroused body. Leila gasped in pleasurable shock at the invasion. Marguerite ruthlessly brought her thumb back into play on her clit.

“You’re going to come for me, Leila,” she said low, an inexorable demand. “Make these men’s cocks so hard, all of them thinking about fucking you, using you, making you come again and again. ”

Roland was twitching, unable to stop his movements against Leila since she could not stop the inadvertent stimulation of her mouth on him. Taking the now well-lubricated plug, Marguerite pushed it against his ass.

It sunk into him, into an ass conditioned to take a Mistress’s Will. There were many advantages to a seasoned slave. Not that she didn’t intend to break in a virgin sub eventually, for Tyler had opened her eyes to the potential pleasure. In fact, he’d made her wonder since then what it would have been like to have been Brendan’s first.

However, she had a deep appreciation for the Mistress who trained a sub so well for the pleasure of her successors. Or Master, she thought, thinking of the great pleasure the woman beneath her hand was offering to them all, a result of Tyler’s tutelage.

Leila’s insides were slick and hot and Marguerite liked the feel of the pussy lips, the hardness of her mound pushing insistently against her knuckles.

“Oh, Jesus…” Roland’s guttural growl, indicating that he was near breaking, was music to her as she felt Leila’s pussy rippling, rippling… “Mistress—”

“Now, both of you. ” Marguerite’s voice was strong and sure, commanding. “Come for us. Roland, pour yourself into Leila’s mouth. And you. ” She rubbed the clit in circles, fast now, ruthless. “Let me feel that sweet pussy clamp down on a woman’s fingers. Come, both of you. ”

Roland’s hips lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, shoving Leila’s head back into the pillow, the vibrating plug working its magic in his ass, his movements so forceful his testicles flailed against Leila’s chin, the upper part of her neck. Her back bowed up, the weight of her breasts quivering forward as her mouth opened wider, taking him deep as a scream erupted around him, vibrated on him the way her pussy was violently vibrating against Marguerite’s touch, the fingers deep within her.

Another sound of release joined theirs and Marguerite divided her attention to see Violet cover Mac with a hand towel as his cock pulsed, his powerful body bowed up, the muscles in his thighs knotting as she whispered the command.

“Come for me, Mackenzie. ”

His eyes had become almost glassy in the effort to keep his gaze on Leila, Marguerite and Roland as she’d commanded. Their visual stimulation obviously had intensified the impending climax, but now in willful disobedience, he shifted his gaze to his Mistress, his eyes on the line of her back, bared in the bikini she wore so that his gaze coursed over her spine, the nape of her neck, her swept-up hair. The chair lifted, thudded back against the concrete in a rhythm that bucked Violet against him as if she were riding a bronc. Her thighs tightening accordingly, attuned completely to the big male animal beneath her, his strength and savagery all hers to command.

As Leila slowly came down, shuddering, Marguerite withdrew her fingers, cupped her palm over the quivering clit and mound, making Leila writhe with the sealing in of the aftershocks under her Master’s avid gaze. Roland’s head was down, his sides shuddering like a horse after a long run. The plug still vibrated in his ass, making him jerk periodically in short convulsions.

In the corner, Violet turned her body in a lithe movement to face her husband and discover his eyes on her. Her lips twisting in a smile, she leaned forward and kissed him, biting his lips in reproof at his disobedience. Her hands went up to his bound ones, lacing her fingers with his. Her lips moved, whispering to him as his large body trembled. Catching her bottom lip in a flash of teeth, he tried to shove his cock up against her, but she laughed, though the laugh was more like breathlessness. Slapping his organ playfully, she rose off him, giving his bound body a thorough appraisal. “You lie right there and get that cock hard for me again,” she purred. “Let Mistress Marguerite look at you. She’s invited me to a cup of tea. ” Joseph rose, his dark eyes like coal fire, skin drawn taut over his expressive features. “Jesu Christo, Maria Madre. ” He laid a hand over his heart, nodding to Marguerite. “I am overwhelmed and honored to have witnessed such expertise. ” As Marguerite politely withdrew, Joseph bent and guided Leila’s hands onto his shoulders to pull her with fierce tenderness from beneath Roland. Holding her naked body against him, he filled his hands with her generous bottom. “Come, querida. You’ll be fucked by my cock now. On your hands and knees by the water, while I watch the sunset. ” He caught her chin, pulled her face out of his neck. “Thank Mistress Marguerite for the pleasure of serving her. ”

Leila flushed. Marguerite waited until Leila raised her head, brilliant green eyes meeting hers. There was a wealth of meaning in the air between them in that moment.

Not bad or hostile, simply full of the mystery of their world of bondage and submission and the complex relationships it created. “My thanks, Mistress, for the great privilege of serving you. ”

“The privilege was mine and I thank your kind Master. You serve him well. ” She watched Joseph leave them, stopping at the door to lift Leila in his arms to carry her.

“Marguerite. ” It was Tyler who spoke, whose voice commanded a warm shiver down her spine.

Marguerite turned and saw him extend a hand to her. Every movement toward him felt heavy, sensual. The swing of her hips, the sway of her breasts were all stroked by his gaze, making her react by swinging out her hips further. She drew back her shoulders so her breasts were even more prominently displayed, wanting the pleasure and desire in his gaze stoked to raging by her deliberate provocation.

Take me if you dare, it said, and she knew it. She couldn’t divide the Mistress from the sub with him. She didn’t know if she needed to, or even wanted to do so.

When she got to him, he caught her hand by the wrist, the one that had brought Leila to climax. Putting those fingers to his lips, he began to lick them. One by one, drawing each finger in, he sucked on her, taking Leila’s scent off her hand while she stood aching and wanting his mouth all over her.

When he was done, he kissed the back of her hand. “You please me very much, angel. ”

“I want to please you even more, Master. ” She said it softly, without thinking of the words. From the flare in his eyes, she realized it was the first time she’d spoken it before others. When she would have drawn away, he held her fast, held her gaze with his own, steadying her.

“Then go have your tea with Mistress Violet. And I’ll be pleased just to be near you, for now. ” The look he gave her had all sorts of images coming to mind. As if he knew it his gaze caressed her body again, moving over her jewel-encrusted bosom, the nipples hard and erect, her navel, the low cut of the tight pants, their firm fit at her crotch. “I should have put you in the kind that lace up the back, so I could see the lovely crease of your ass, imagine driving into it deep and hot later tonight. ” His attention lifted. “But perhaps I’ll just rip that seam down the middle, take care of it myself. ”

“I’m yours to command,” she whispered, lost in the visual. Just lost, adrift as only he could make her feel, now that he’d somehow managed to open a fortress she thought she’d reinforced past invasion.

With the thought, the uncertainty came in, the worries. How real could this be, happening so quickly, so powerfully? Then she remembered his head against her breast at the pond as she drew his pain into her. The desire between them was powerful, but it was powerful because it rested on something else, something against which she feared the lust was merely a shadow.

Violet had taken a seat on the wicker sofa, her knees pressing against Roland’s side, her arm along the back of the sofa in a deceptively casual position which allowed her to keep her peripheral vision on her husband. But it was obvious that her main focus at this moment was Marguerite.