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    “Back off. If you want to make yourself useful, find me something to wear that one of your other women left behind. Maybe you can match the hair tie.” Ivone slammed the bathroom door in his face.
     
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    Ivone hunkered under the shower after pulling her hair up with an elastic she found wrapped around a package of Band-Aids in the medicine cabinet. She fought tears and knew that she had overreacted. She was actually horrified that she had spoken to a Dom in that manner. She was a trained sub for God’s sake. And she had no call to imply that she was just another one of his women. What had come over her? Well, he had, for one thing, and in more ways than one. He was too complex, running hot and cold, wanting her then pushing her away. She wasn’t a robot. It was too much, too fast, she thought. The idea of never seeing him again made her stomach hurt, and she rubbed it with the loofah in an attempt to assuage the throbbing.
    When Jamison had taken himself off to the shower, Ivone believed she had taken herself under control after Jamison rejected her. After pleasuring her with punishment, fucking her senseless and showing her off to a stranger, all of which she had really liked. It had only been one night and a truly memorable experience. One night wasn’t long enough to feel what she was feeling. So she had slunk down the hallways in reverse order and found the closet. One more minute would have given her the time to slip into her coat and shoes and be out the door. Maybe even thirty seconds. Finding a cab would have been tough, but she would have managed. But then that nice John had come along. He immediately noticed the telltale blood spots, like someone with x-ray eyes. They were nothing really. She had just irritated two little stripes by rubbing them with the shirt fabric. But John was worried for her and couldn’t believe that Jamison had allowed her to just leave without breakfast, or even calling her a cab.
    She had almost convinced him that it was okay, and hopefully hidden the tears standing in her eyes, when Jamison came along like some dark character from a stupid comic book. No way did she want to cause trouble between him and that nice John, but he wasn’t getting another chance to hurt her again either. Boy, how that rejection had stung. She stepped out and dried off, and pulled off the elastic, grimacing as it took some strands with it, and pushed her hair into some semblance of order. She scrubbed her teeth with a finger anointed with toothpaste and spat vehemently into the sink. Now to face him, the prick. Her simmering anger served to hold the sadness at bay.
     
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    Jamison lounged in a chair, watching the bathroom door. She made him so hard. He thought he had wanted a compliant woman surely, not a little spitfire, although he knew she would be regretting her outburst given her training. He needed to find out what he had done wrong and correct it, then correct her. He had decided that she wasn’t leaving. He was vaguely aware that he had lost control of himself, eschewed his training, but he didn’t care. It felt quite exhilarating. They would take the weekend to determine where this would go. He had found a pair of black tights, pant things his sister had left on her last visit, and a flowered shirt Eleanor had set aside for rags. No undergarments. There was simply nothing else available that would come close to fitting her. Jamison managed to hide a smile at the thought of seeing Ivone’s face when she saw what there was to wear. His other women indeed. Surely she didn’t consider herself to be just another woman? Couldn’t she feel this thing between them? Was that what had upset her? Did she think the display in the car last night made her something less, cheapened her, and not made her the hottest thing ever in his eyes? They were going to talk after breakfast if he had to use the machine to help convince her. It could go for hours and he idly wondered how many