Rationale

Veronica’s dire warning awoke the pain slut within Ivone. She could take a

lot of pain. Oh, not knives or burning, although wax was okay if the Dom

knew what he was doing, but if he was good with a single or double tail,

she would bleed for him. She’d simply contract that he whip her only on

her lower back and buttocks, maybe the tops of her thighs. Those parts

she could cover in public with clothing. She wondered for a moment if he

shared his submissives with other Doms. She had yet to really give up that

part of her. Being handed off at her Dom’s discretion wasn’t something she

really wanted to do, although she had done a couple of threesomes, and

the sex had been very good, probably because she had been dominated.

And if he were a real Dom, he would learn that being shared wasn’t what

she really needed. She obediently followed Veronica to where this

Jamison Landry was slouched comfortably in a leather club chair. She kept

her eyes cast toward the floor, but noticed his thick black hair and

forbidding handsomeness. His eyes were hooded and in shadow, and she

wondered what color they were. She had the impression of a large, hard

body, and now, within view of her downcast eyes, she could see his

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