against her bare one. “Marguerite, I would never do that to you.”
“You shouldn’t matter this much to me. Let alone this soon.”
“I know. Kind of knocked me on my ass, too. Tell me about this kind of yoga. Stop worrying about it.”
Her lips curved and she closed her eyes, shook her head. “It raises the energy coiled at the base of the spine—the serpent power—and draws it up to the crown chakra to connect you to Divinity. There are two forms of energy, Divinity, Shakti and Shiva, 30
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male and female. Kundalini is the synergy of them. Their union brings energy and power, peace.”
“So the bringing together of the male-female helps open you to divine guidance.”
He turned her to face him, threaded his hands through each of hers, palm to palm, holding them up on either side of them, a tranquil mutual breathing pose. “Sounds like a wise strategy.”
“Do you ever give up?”
“Do you want me to?”
She stared up at him. “No,” she said at last. Her cheeks flushed with color. “But it’s not about what I want. It can’t be, because I’m not what you think I am.”
“And what do I think you are?”
“I’m not like Leila, or your others.”
His fingers squeezed her, mild reproof. “I know that, angel. You’re Marguerite Perruquet, an extraordinary Mistress, a Ka-See-Ka who takes her submissives to unparalleled levels of physical ecstasy and emotional fulfillment. You’re also the woman who trembles in my arms, who becomes something entirely different when I dominate you, a woman who craves my touch, my cock. You’re not a submissive in the normal sense. You’re nothing in the normal sense. You’re extraordinary,” he repeated.
“You’re idealizing me.”
“No. I’m telling you that I want you, light or dark, every shade in between. That’s the formulation of trust, unconditional acceptance.” He locked his gaze with hers.
“Remember, I swore it to you. No matter what happens between us, I’ll always be there for you.”
After she gazed up at him for several moments in silence, with thoughts obviously swirling behind those vivid eyes, he noticed a slight change in her expression.
Somewhat more calm, a wary acceptance of his presence.
“Teach me this,” he repeated quietly. “Let me do this with you.”
She closed her eyes again. He pressed his hands against her palms. “Should I
undress?” he asked.
“No.” She opened her eyes in alarm.
“It’s not necessary?”
“No…it’s Chloe and Gen. They might have heart attacks. And good staff is hard to find.”
“How about you? Will you have a heart attack?” Reaching out, he caressed her
throat with his fingers, his eyes laughing.
She recaptured his hand, put the palm firmly up against hers. “Behave. This is spiritual.”
So was touching her throat, he thought. As well as watching the changes that
occurred in her body, her eyes. But he let his hand be retained.
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“Yoga uses a combination of poses called asanas, breathing techniques and
chanting to reach a certain meditation state where the finite self can merge with the infinite, achieving a higher state of consciousness.”
“Are we going to chant?”
“No.” She appeared amused at his look of male concern. “For me, the breathing and the poses are enough. I like the silence, prefer it. You hold the pose, integrate it with the breathing. As you do so you think about that base power center, the coiled serpent at the bottom of your spine. You imagine the track of the breathing as circular, moving up from the base all the way to the crown chakra and then looping back again. The way of all spirituality is circular, cycles.”
“You use this at The Zone. When you had Brendan breathe with you at the first.”
She acknowledged his insight with a nod. “Part of that was a method called
quantum breathing, which is a way of synchronizing yourself with the energy of the other person, for healing or connection.
“You shouldn’t matter this much to me. Let alone this soon.”
“I know. Kind of knocked me on my ass, too. Tell me about this kind of yoga. Stop worrying about it.”
Her lips curved and she closed her eyes, shook her head. “It raises the energy coiled at the base of the spine—the serpent power—and draws it up to the crown chakra to connect you to Divinity. There are two forms of energy, Divinity, Shakti and Shiva, 30
Mirror of My Soul
male and female. Kundalini is the synergy of them. Their union brings energy and power, peace.”
“So the bringing together of the male-female helps open you to divine guidance.”
He turned her to face him, threaded his hands through each of hers, palm to palm, holding them up on either side of them, a tranquil mutual breathing pose. “Sounds like a wise strategy.”
“Do you ever give up?”
“Do you want me to?”
She stared up at him. “No,” she said at last. Her cheeks flushed with color. “But it’s not about what I want. It can’t be, because I’m not what you think I am.”
“And what do I think you are?”
“I’m not like Leila, or your others.”
His fingers squeezed her, mild reproof. “I know that, angel. You’re Marguerite Perruquet, an extraordinary Mistress, a Ka-See-Ka who takes her submissives to unparalleled levels of physical ecstasy and emotional fulfillment. You’re also the woman who trembles in my arms, who becomes something entirely different when I dominate you, a woman who craves my touch, my cock. You’re not a submissive in the normal sense. You’re nothing in the normal sense. You’re extraordinary,” he repeated.
“You’re idealizing me.”
“No. I’m telling you that I want you, light or dark, every shade in between. That’s the formulation of trust, unconditional acceptance.” He locked his gaze with hers.
“Remember, I swore it to you. No matter what happens between us, I’ll always be there for you.”
After she gazed up at him for several moments in silence, with thoughts obviously swirling behind those vivid eyes, he noticed a slight change in her expression.
Somewhat more calm, a wary acceptance of his presence.
“Teach me this,” he repeated quietly. “Let me do this with you.”
She closed her eyes again. He pressed his hands against her palms. “Should I
undress?” he asked.
“No.” She opened her eyes in alarm.
“It’s not necessary?”
“No…it’s Chloe and Gen. They might have heart attacks. And good staff is hard to find.”
“How about you? Will you have a heart attack?” Reaching out, he caressed her
throat with his fingers, his eyes laughing.
She recaptured his hand, put the palm firmly up against hers. “Behave. This is spiritual.”
So was touching her throat, he thought. As well as watching the changes that
occurred in her body, her eyes. But he let his hand be retained.
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“Yoga uses a combination of poses called asanas, breathing techniques and
chanting to reach a certain meditation state where the finite self can merge with the infinite, achieving a higher state of consciousness.”
“Are we going to chant?”
“No.” She appeared amused at his look of male concern. “For me, the breathing and the poses are enough. I like the silence, prefer it. You hold the pose, integrate it with the breathing. As you do so you think about that base power center, the coiled serpent at the bottom of your spine. You imagine the track of the breathing as circular, moving up from the base all the way to the crown chakra and then looping back again. The way of all spirituality is circular, cycles.”
“You use this at The Zone. When you had Brendan breathe with you at the first.”
She acknowledged his insight with a nod. “Part of that was a method called
quantum breathing, which is a way of synchronizing yourself with the energy of the other person, for healing or connection.
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