Veck“Ready, lovely girl?” he murmured in her ear.
“No,” she moaned, but she braced herself, lifting her head and drawing her shoulders down.
“We’re on eight.” He moved to her other side to be sure he kept the pain evenly distributed, and applied the whip again.
“Eight! I will not betray Prince Zander’s trust.”
The next one he laid just beneath her buttocks on the backs of her thighs, and her screech and shouted count rang with anger. “One more, little slave, and you need never see this whip again, so long as you keep your masters happy.” He laid the last welt, hardly hearing her refrain as he spoke over her to release the voice-activated bonds.
He tossed a soft blanket around her and scooped her into his arms, carrying her to a sitting area of two hoverchairs nested together. Her litt
