“Stop!” My image called out again in desperation, my back showing welts and blood as the wolf would not stop. My crying being ignored at the bastard laughed while he did it, his mate rocking in the corner and holding her hands over her own ears.
The court had gone utterly quiet, their attention rapt on the scene overhead, the ladies of among them starting to look frighten at the display and the lords looking ashamed. Finally, as I had called out the safe word again with the last of my voice, the Dame came in and grabbed the customer’s hand, stopping his decent. “Mi’Lord… I cannot have you damage my product so.”
“I paid for the cur; so that means I get to do with her what I want.” He spit, little droplets flying at the Dame who stared down the client.
“That may be; but you are renting he
