The Dame drew back her hand, striking me across my face, my tender skin stinging like it had been branded. “How dare you tell me no.” Dame Dracilla narrowed her eyes at me, anger slowly burning behind them as she tried to school her expression back into neutrality. “He is paying me good coin. So if he deems fit to rough you all up a little, so be it slave.” I lowered my head, knowing that she could very well give me a worse punishment then a slap to the face.
“Also, you will be on call for the Duke’s personal use. So if he orders you here, by Goddess you should be here in less than two minutes with that cute little ass of yours on display.” The Dame took my hand in her own, like she was a caring mother at a sick child’s bedside.
For a second, I could have sworn I saw sympathy there; but
