Jamison stated, having come from asleep to a state of watchfulness in the blink of an eye. It had startled her. He had pulled her into the shower with him and efficiently washed all the evidence of their passion away before tending to himself. He had used some topical anesthetic on her nipples and anus as well. Someone had taught him the importance of caring for subs, but it was more important to Ivone that he didn’t try to avoid the intimacy. She tried to read his tone and studied him through the veil of her lashes. Hell, yes, she wanted to go home with him. She wanted more of him, more pain, more pleasure. But Veronica’s warning reverberated in her head. “Should I have a safe word, Sir?” She tried that on for size. Jamison’s eyebrows climbed to his hairline, and he was silent for so long that she knew he was as shocked as she. He said gruffly, “Of course. It was an oversight. I apologize.”
