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
