“Yes. I was owned for two months” Shane admitted, her voice caught in
her throat, hating that was how she’d gotten the funds to get off the
streets in the first place, to go to school for hairdressing. It had
been desperate, painful but she’d been free afterwards.

“Yes, free.” Jo said, and Shane turned to look at her, but Jo grabbed
her neck, pushing her chin down to her chest. Shane’s breath caught in
her throat and she stopped breathing; the power this woman had was more
overwhelming than anything she’d ever felt before.

“Free from the bonds that held you, yet you do this? Why? For love?” Jo asked, biting the word love and Shane took notice.

“No. For Tina.” Shane muttered softly, finding that place inside
herself, “I don’t love her like that, but I want her safe, and Susan
isn’t safe.” Shane admitted, not having been told to speak freely, yet
she did.

“No. Jo laughed, “She most certainly isn’t safe. She’s what Tina
desires to be, in control. Can you yield that control to Tina? I’m
going to turn over a 4 million dollar a year club to Tina if she passes
Susan’s tests. If she is as good as Susan thinks she is. So tell me,
are you willing to yield? To cease being her friend and begin being her
submissive, fully, in every way shape and form?” Jo asked and Shane
nodded, tears springing to her eyes, and she put her hands behind her
back, eyes downcast and she knelt on the glass like floor, sobs shaking
her slim shoulders.

“Excellent.” Jo said, bending down and pushing aside Shane’s hair,
running her tongue over her neck, finding the pulse with her tongue,
and smiling as Shane sighed at the touch.

Jo moved to face her, kneeling and pulling her chin up, jaw set,
thinking that her eyes reminded her very much of Amy’s eyes. Lust and
passion always brimming on the edge of reason; filled with more than
just life itself. Jo took the back of her neck, tugging her close,
kissing her lips and Shane allowed the kiss, then found herself kissing
back, her body like a live wire as she rocked back and forth. She felt
the electricity in the kiss, the sheer sexual passion of it making
Shane moan.

“Oui, you’ll do” Jo said, tugging Shane’s hair and making her snap her
head back and Jo’s mouth found her jugular vein; piercing it with her
teeth. The hot rush of blood on her tongue as Shane grabbed onto her,
first in pain, then in pure ecstasy, her body tense and hot against Jo;
pressing into her, wrapping her arms around the tomboy as she suckled
at her neck. Good god, what was this woman doing to her? Shane thought,
on the edge of an ***** and she’d never taken her clothes off, Shane
held onto her for dear life.