Chapter Thirteen
Conover Is
Lawrence sprawled across my stomach and t**s. His exhausted heaves subsided and, with great care, Chamberlin, Nita and Olive gently drew him off my body. His muscles had all gone limp, which made him feel even heavier on me, but also it was like none of the doms wanted to touch him, or be any closer physically more than necessary. For his part, Lawrence roused at the slaves’ touch, staggered back, and focused on me. Our eyes met again, this time full of understanding of what we were, and what we meant to each other.
Lawrence was a big part of who set all this up. But again, he wasn’t the main one. Something still deep within my mind said that yes, he was at the sub-basement that night. But he didn’t do it all alone. He had help.
Lorenz, of course. Involved a
