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Summary

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

Duration: about 3 hours (02:34:46)
Publishing date: 2025-12-17; Abridged; Copyright Year: — Copyright Statment: —

• Contemporary Fiction
• Romance
• Young Readers