Joey W. Hill - Mirror of My Soul (Nature of Desire, Book Four)

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Mirror of My Soul

ISBN # 1-4199-0576-7

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Mirror of My Soul Copyright 2006 Joey W. Hill

Edited by Briana St. James.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication: May 2006

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The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been rated Eroti c by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

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Mirror of My Soul

Joey W. Hill

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Armani : GA Modefine S.A.

BMW : Bayerische Motoren Werke Aktiengesellschaft Corporation

Budweiser : Anheuser-Busch, Incorporated

Bugs Bunny: Warner Bros, Inc.

Desert Eagle : TAASIsrael Industries Limited Corporation

Ferrari : Ferraro S.p.A.

Jeep : Daimler Chrysler Corporation

Jell-O : Kraft Foods Holdings, Inc.

London Fog : Londontown Manufacturing Company

Piper Cub : New Piper Aircraft, Inc.

Road Runner : Time Warner Entertainment Company

Spider-Man: Cadence Industries

The Lone Ranger : Wrather Corporation

Author Note about Ice Queen

They call her the Ice Queen. At the exclusive BDSM club known as The Zone, Mistress Marguerite is a legend. Tyler Winterman has been fascinated with her since hes known her, though the rules of their world say they shouldnt share more than mutual admiration. He is her male counterpart, one of the most powerful Doms practicing at The Zone.

Due to a computer error, Marguerite lacks the mentoring program stipulation required of all Zone Dominants, which includes spending a number of hours learning about BDSM from the submissives perspective. Tyler considers it an act of fate that Marguerite chooses him to be the Dom who helps her fulfill that requirement. He is convinced she is a switch, a closet submissive, but the truth will be even more remarkable than the theory, changing their lives in ways neither of them anticipates.

Ice Queen focused on the weekend that Tyler spent with Marguerite, helping her to fulfill this mentoring requirement. Marguerite found herself overwhelmed by her emotions and strong physical reaction to his Mastering and tried to sever their connection after their weekend together. Tyler, in an attempt to coax her into pursuing a deeper relationship with him, asks for the privilege of serving as her submissive for one night within the walls of The Zone.

Marguerites desire to prove to Tyler she can top him as naturally as he Mastered her compels her to accept his invitation. But when the nightmares of her dysfunctional past rise during the session, she becomes violent and uncontrolled, breaking every rule a Dominant is supposed to follow to protect the well-being and safety of her submissive.

The fact she beats the hell out of him doesnt turn Tyler away from her. Still restrained and now bleeding, he calls her to him. She responds, ending up at his feet, holding on to him, needing to feel him, to be near the sanctuary of his voice.

She couldnt top him. She didnt want to. She didnt want to be a Mistress to Tyler. The knowledge of it was quietly there, the real battle shed come in here to fight. What the waiting look in his eyes told her hed known all along. Hed proven himself her Master even when bound, taking over her senses even without the privilege of touching her.

She was a Mistress who needed a Master. Who needed him.

Mirror of My Soul picks up Tyler and Marguerites story right after this session, so you havent missed a single moment between them. Enjoy

Joey W. Hill

Chapter One

She heard The Zone staff come in but didnt move, simply too numb to do anything. She must have phased out for a bit, just stroking the back of his thigh, for suddenly she was vaguely aware of an employee reaching under her to release the manacles on his ankles.

Thanks. Darken the ceiling on your way out, will you?

Tylers voice, the only thing that registered. There was the whir of the mechanism, shutting out faces that were probably wondering what kind of show theyd just seen. The last performance of the Ice Queen.

Theyll never let me come back. You have no choice but to kick me out now. There isnt a rule I didnt just break.

Well, I wouldnt count on that. I told Perry we were planning a demonstration of what not to do. Like a community service message.

She knew he was free now but he didnt disturb her yet, letting her kneel there, holding him. Do you always anticipate everything?

There was a silent moment before he answered. No. I didnt anticipate that I would fall in love with you from the very first moment I saw you.

She closed her eyes. No. She ducked her head away as he bent down over her, tried to turn her face. I cant look at you. I cant.

But his fingers insisted, so at length she did. Tilting her chin up, she saw his beautiful eyes full of something far too perfect for her to see. Then she saw more. Two slashes on his face that were open and seeping blood, the skin around them an angry red. The second one had left a cut across his eyelid and the bridge of his nose. His jaw was swelling, where she well could have broken it with the tawser.

Her fingers were on it before she could stop herself. Oh God, Tyler. Im

He laid his lips over hers, taking her words, her hitching breath into himself. When he raised his head, she had nothing, he had it all.

Ill endure anything for you, angel. Anything. He curved that broad back over her, wrapped his arms around her body. Instead of fighting the touch, the intensity, her body recognized it as a safe harbor. Her fingers latched on to his forearm and her nails dug in, cutting as if she were holding on to a cliff edge.

The sobs rolled over her, taking her, her cries of distress that were much too strangled to be called crying. Tyler thought she sounded as if she was being torn apart from the inside.

Hed made it onto the right path at last. But instead of triumph, at her anguish he could only feel the same pain, the pain of a man who loved her desperately, who only wanted to make her feel better, make every nightmare go away.

Her body was shaking as if she had a fever. Another womans face would be wet with tears but it was as if she didnt know how to cry like that, any more than shed known how to let herself go, to allow herself physical fulfillment. Her skin was ice cold.