{"id":215,"date":"2014-12-31T01:09:09","date_gmt":"2014-12-31T06:09:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?page_id=215"},"modified":"2014-12-31T01:09:09","modified_gmt":"2014-12-31T06:09:09","slug":"reunion-the-book-5-of-the-marketplace-by-laura-antoniou","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?page_id=215","title":{"rendered":"Reunion, The (Book 5 of The Marketplace) by Laura Antoniou"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nISBN 9781613900925
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\nISBN 9781613900956
\n349,370(!) words; 814 pages<\/p>\n

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In The Reunion<\/strong><\/em> we visit a vacation resort for a Marketplace “family” gathering, where slaves, former slaves, trainers, and their spouses, significant others and family members can relax, let their hair down, and connect with each other. But the “reunion” that matters most is that of Robin Cassidy (the slave from The Slave<\/a><\/strong><\/em>) and her first trainer, Chris Parker (the trainer from The Trainer<\/a><\/em><\/strong>).<\/p>\n

Of course the vacation resort isn\u2019t just any resort, it\u2019s Kaleigh Castle, a centuries-old Irish castle that is now a luxury hotel and happens to be where Chris learned many of the skills and practices that have made him so sought-after in the Marketplace. And while everyone enjoys their two most favorite indoor sports\u2013gossip and sex\u2013trouble is afoot. A nosy tabloid reporter thinks he\u2019s onto something: a real-life international slave trading ring. Can Chris keep the world from learning the truth about The Marketplace, but accept the truth about his feelings regarding Robin, Anderson, and Jiro at the same time?<\/p>\n

About the author: Laura Antoniou is the award-winning author of The Marketplace Series, The Killer Wore Leather<\/em>, The Catalyst<\/em>, and other works of BDSM and alternative sexuality, as well as the editor of Leatherwomen<\/em> and No Safewords: Tales from the Marketplace<\/a><\/strong><\/em>. In 2001 she was awarded the John Preston Short Story award, given annually by the National Leather Association for the best BDSM fiction.<\/p>\n

Look under the cut for a hot excerpt\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

She heard laughing through the door as she rested the tray on the hall table and knocked lightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on in, Robin!\u201d came Monica\u2019s voice, and Robin turned the handle, picked up the tray in both hands and pushed the door open with her back. This is nothing, she reminded herself, you are used to being naked. She must have told Gwen all about me. And Gwen is hot. This could be fun.<\/p>\n

The truth was, Gwen was very hot. She had pale skin and big blue eyes and masses of curly blonde hair. She was slender and slight in build, and next to Monica\u2019s larger, darker body, she looked like a china doll. It had been months since Robin had been enjoyed by two women, and it was absolutely one of her favorite tasks\u2013or rewards, as the case might be.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my God,\u201d whispered Gwen, her voice scaling up, as Robin walked in. She giggled, and muffled herself in the pillows as Monica lounged back with a grin on her face. \u201cOh my fucking God, Mo, you were not kidding!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, slave,\u201d Monica said, and Robin blushed from head to toe as she set the tray down on the table by the window. Monica had never called her that in front of anyone before, not even in front of the women they had pleasured together.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, Monica,\u201d she answered softly. \u201cGood morning, Gwen. Would you like coffee in bed, or shall I pour it here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn bed, sweetie, and make it snappy!\u201d<\/p>\n

Robin murmured an acknowledging response and poured the two cups as Gwen continued to giggle. Finally, the blonde woman caught her breath and slapped Monica playfully on the arm. \u201cGoddamn, woman, I knew you were kinky! But I never imagined\u2013is she really your slave?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure is,\u201d Monica said proudly, taking her cup. \u201cI\u2019ve got the key to that lock, don\u2019t I, sugar?\u201d<\/p>\n

Robin smiled gently\u2013and yes, demurely. \u201cYes, Monica, thank you,\u201d she said, as she walked to the other side of the bed to hand a cup to Gwen. Gwen leaned forward to look at the lock and shook her head. \u201cLock and everything! And what\u2019s between her legs, you pervert, she\u2019s got a shaved pussy! You never told me you liked shaved cunts!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI like \u2018em when there\u2019s something to show off. Spread your legs, sugar.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Monica.\u201d Blushing slightly, Robin spread her legs apart and leaned slightly back, thrusting her loins forward the way Monica liked her to do when showing off. Two silver rings pierced her outer labia, one on each side.<\/p>\n

\u201cHoly mother,\u201d Gwen said. \u201cLock those up, too?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo way, Gwen, they\u2019re handles!\u201d Monica laughed and waved a hand at Robin to tell her to continue with her duties. Robin nodded politely and went back to the tray, to pick up the napkins and the plate of warm blueberry muffins.
\n\u201cWell, damn, Mo, I am impressed. But what\u2019s with calling you Monica? Doesn\u2019t she have to call you Mistress or something?\u201d<\/p>\n

Monica shook her head. \u201cI don\u2019t like it, and in my house, she calls me whatever I like.\u201d She turned to Gwen and grinned. \u201cShe can call you ma\u2019am, if you want, you little slut; I bet you\u2019d like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think I might,\u201d Gwen said. \u201cI just think I might!\u201d<\/p>\n

* * * *<\/p>\n

\u201cDid she?\u201d Chris asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cSometimes.\u201d Robin chewed her lip, and looked down at her empty teacup. \u201cAt first, she played along with it, really seemed to get into the mistress role. She liked playing femme to Monica\u2019s butch. But\u2013I don\u2019t think it ever excited her to top me. It was more something she did because Monica liked it, and she liked Monica.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot uncommon, I\u2019m afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI guess not.\u201d She sighed and glanced out the window, into the darkness. \u201cI tried not to get in the way, you know. I never showed jealousy, or impatience, or pulled those stupid little attention getting tricks that I know other \u2014 people \u2014 do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood for you. That in itself is almost superhuman.\u201d<\/p>\n

Robin looked at him again; he was serious. \u201cYou believe me, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I believe you. Robin, if you thought you were at fault, you would have told me so, because you are\u2026\u201d He paused, looked into her eyes and gently touched her chin with one finger. \u201cYou are a natural. You were made for this life, born to be in service. And you are quite aware of your faults and your strengths, even though you may deny the strengths from time to time. Yes, I believe you, Robin. I don\u2019t think you will ever lie to me.\u201d He dropped his hand, leaving her open mouthed in amazement.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was very pleased to find you had registered for the Reunion I was going to,\u201d he continued, sitting back comfortably and crossing his ankles. \u201cI\u2019ve been looking forward to seeing you again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou bumped me up to Business Class,\u201d she accused.<\/p>\n

He smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2013how did you know I was going?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe used the same travel agent,\u201d he laughed. \u201cThere aren\u2019t many Marketplace employees taking care of travel arrangements, after all, and I was going through New York anyway. Plus, however much I am in service, I\u2019m also a trainer. I can get information such as registration lists. And there are a lot of things I will do for a client, but flying in coach when I don\u2019t have to is not one of them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI still don\u2019t believe you\u2019re here,\u201d Robin said softly. \u201cAnd that you\u2019re not angry with me for thinking of leaving.\u201d
\n\u201cWell, I am here, and there\u2019s no reason to be angry for a thought. Obviously, I don\u2019t think you should leave us, but there\u2019s plenty of time to make that decision. And if you need further proof that I am not angry, perhaps we can discuss some unfinished business we have once we get settled at Kaleigh Castle.\u201d<\/p>\n

Food was starting to be served, and Robin looked confused as his glass and her cup were cleared away. \u201cWhat unfinished business?\u201d<\/p>\n

Chris sat up and smiled at their stewardess as she laid napkins down for them and poured wine. Robin\u2019s heart started to pound as she heard them engage in idle chitchat\u2013 how was the weather in Ireland, and was the salmon in the main course from there, or was it Canadian or Alaskan? And then the woman moved on with her cart, and Chris turned back to Robin with a sharp gleam in his eyes, and said, casually, \u201cI believe we are long overdue for some sex, don\u2019t you agree?\u201d<\/p>\n

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