Elara turned the crop once in her gloved hand, then laid the leather tip against Kane's inner thigh, close enough to the base of his still-leaking cock that he flinched.
"Five minutes," she said. "That is how long you lasted. Mahir has lasted far longer in far less comfortable circumstances. You will learn from the difference."
She raised the intensity on both remotes at the same moment.
Kane's cry and Mahir's muffled, rising moan filled the chamber together. The rope creaked softly as Mahir's body jerked within the limits of the hook-and-wrist predicament. Kane's thighs trembled hard on the mattress; fresh fluid spilled from him in an involuntary pulse he could not stop.
Elara watched them both with the same calm expression she wore when signing decrees.
Julian watched her.
