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After dinner, the Doed into preferred sear 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 rooe furniture, set up in private groupings buffered by the artful placeroup 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 palh speed When Violet fed Mac his ertips, she co 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 co enthusiasm and relative inexperience thrown into the mix kept the testosterone level down and the tone of the ly 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 Doenerously exposed as the men came out of the water to spike a shot over the net or juh to return a volley The white heart shape of Leila&039;s ass entertained and sti, 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 for each time he dropped beneath the surface to rewet his skull and ca across his back as he pushed his hair off his forehead

"He&039;s extraordinary, isn&039;t he?" Lisbeth sat doith her White Russian and chose a chocolate-covered strawberry from the silver center tray left on the patio table between the about him Tarzan-like He&039;s not handsome He&039;s definitely not pretty He&039;s just primitive Beautiful Raw sex"

"Sounds like you reen eyes were as pale frosted as her white hair, pulled back froant features "You don&039;t like e, which would be easy ground I appreciate that, and as such, I want to tell you straight out I&039;ve no lingering designs on Mac Mostly I enjoy breaking in the &039;virgins&039;, watching them discover their submissive nature, the awareness of what power and control really row

When Mac was ready, I cut hirets 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&039;t accepted it He plays with it, better than most subs fully eet aith it He hasn&039;t let anyone break hiht to the point in a conversation, don&039;t you? But you and I both know there&039;s no way I would have accomplished that" Lisbeth reached over, touched Violet&039;s hand in an affectionate gesture that surprised her "You know the truth of it as much as I do You&039;re just worked up from dinner He&039;s a one-woman sub And I don&039;t h he surely does Ito 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 lass, accessible only if you know the colass slide back You can&039;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&039;s intimate exploration of Mac&039;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 &039;lets her&039; His heart is that of a true sub, but no one&039;s ever taught hi a true sub means the only choice is surrender I believe only one woh he barely knows it, he&039;s waiting to possess and be possessed He&039;s following his instincts As I said Pri noise of pleasure as she bit into the strawberry, the chocolate sue caht the sweet into her mouth David missed an easy return volley co you jealous," she said, flashing teeth at Violet "Because what I got to sa between you and hi that one woage 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&039;s auditioned?"

Lisbeth cocked her head "I&039;d ask why that ine it would reat deal" She lifted a shoulder as Violet turned her gaze back to her "Not asin the dungeons, one-night type stuff, but since ular played to stay a free agent without offending or insulting, but it&039;s clear he&039;s been looking for so The et that, but it was pretty obvious to so as I have And to the person who ht just be that lucky Mistress for hi" Lisbeth waved a disaether, 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 &039;My Mistress&039; He said it, implied it, several times He&039;s never done that, not in all the time I&039;ve known him Ever" She had as ave Lisbeth a courteous nod, rose Mac&039;s gaze was on her the minute she ht onto the edge of the pool and crossed his ar them in a loose circle around her ankles

"Hi," she said, squatting on her heels

He sotten, 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&039;t an illusion of her mind He had simply curled his arms around her coiled forainst his body She wound her arms around his neck, pressed her face into his throat, felt the pulse ju there He tipped back her chin, put wet lips over hers, and she let herself float, shifted so her legs rapped around his waist, feeling the strength of his hands pressed against her back, holding her curves, contained in a ainst his bare torso The head of his cock bue of the pool," she said, feeling both steadier andto Lisbeth&039;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 water Coursed down her neck, over the tops of her breasts, visible in the scoop neck of the one piece, down, down Further down He began to sink, his knees bending to take hi what he wanted to do

Though she could tell he was offering it out of hunger, and as a continuation of an apology for dinner, a way to make amends, she liked those reasons Violet also liked the idea of having hiht of his previous Mistress A branding that, while outside the bounds of civilized behavior, loosened the tension within her further

"Mistress, hs, the breath tickling the sensitive skin

"You may" She whispered it