Olivia could only watch miserably as her Mistress and her ex-husband explored each other’s mouth and ran their hands over the other’s body, each kiss and caress adding to her depression, until at last, Jack broke away, “All right, Honoria,” he agreed, laughing, “She’s your slave, but I still want to whip her and take her.”
“Oh, you will,” Honoria promised, “We both will.”
Olivia gaped at the tall blonde. Did she mean it?
Not the whippings, those were a foregone conclusion.
It was the woman’s promise to take her that astounded Olivia. She knew that Jack would have her and though she was appalled and frightened by the unwelcome prospect, she at least had previous experience of what to expect.
Olivia had never been had by a woman and, despite herself, felt immediate arousal as she tried
