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man’s arms, a man’s legs and a penis between her thighs to provide the ultimate punishment. ‘Where is your baron now to protect you, dear Saraveeta?’ she goaded.
    â€˜Mistress, please,’ she moaned. ‘I am yours, only yours.’
    â€˜Lying slut!’ She grabbed the whip. ‘You enjoyed him. You surrendered to him. How could you not with a man like that? How could you not yield and be his slave after just one touch?’
    Allura hated her at that moment, more than she had any other human being on earth. What right had she to be fucked by that awful baron, or to give him pleasure? Veeta was her slave, and hers alone. ‘I believe today is the day I shall hurt you worse than all the others combined,’ she vowed, thrusting the handle into the slave’s sex, ignoring her sobs. ‘I will use iron rods, I will draw blood, I swear it!’
    â€˜Have I interrupted something?’
    Allura’s skin crawled. It was him, the dark and dangerous Montreico, right behind her. ‘You most certainly have,’ she whirled to face him, ‘and I shall thank you to leave at once.’ She was utterly unprepared for the sight of the rakish baron in his uniform of office; a red tunic, gold emblazoned, with black trousers, black boots and a rapier at his waist.
    â€˜I shall be pleased to.’ He bowed. ‘Only there is the small matter of your girl, here.’
    â€˜What about her?’
    â€˜I should like the pleasure of her flesh once more this morning.’
    Allura stiffened in rage. Was there no end to the man’s nerve? How could he possibly presume to barge into her private quarters and demand to use one of her personal serving slaves?
    â€˜Sir, I shall ask you once more to leave, or else I shall summon the guards to have you removed. And while you are at it, I pray you do not stop merely at vacating my chambers, but rather the whole of my castle.’
    The baron regarded her, amused. ‘You know, princess, you really are quite charming when you’re worked up. I’ll bet your nipples are hard, aren’t they?’
    Allura’s first reaction was to attack him again, but she’d learned her lesson from the last time. ‘I have nothing more to say to you.’ She brushed by him.
    â€˜I hope you’re not leaving on my account?’ he mused, and she treated him to her most charming but dangerous smile.
    â€˜Actually I am on my way to my uncle to arrange for your arrest,’ she said. ‘Good day, baron.’ He hadn’t any clever retort, which she took as a good sign, and marching straight to the grand duke’s study she unleashed her venom without preamble.
    â€˜The man is a menace, uncle,’ she gabbled. ‘He has insulted me for the last time. I want him thrown into the dungeon.’
    Grand Duke Fortragian glanced over his reading spectacles at her. ‘Niece, have you not the common courtesy to knock before bursting in?’ he demanded irritably.
    â€˜This couldn’t wait.’ she folded her arms determinedly across her bosom, the fact that her nipples really were erect secretly adding to her discomfort and fury. She was in no way attracted to the man. No, if anything it was the attractive servant Willemo arousing her.
    â€˜All right,’ he sighed, putting down the quill he’d been using to sign promulgations, ‘tell me what this fellow has done.’
    Allura proceeded to relate the entire sordid story, leaving out the salacious detail of her picking the peel off the floor of the throne room with her lips. The grand duke listened implacably, showing no small measure of patience as she made the same points again and again.
    â€˜My dear niece,’ he said at last when she had wound herself down to where he could get a word in edgewise, ‘your father and I took great efforts in your rearing to keep you shielded from many of the harsher exigencies of life, but I’m afraid the