Rabastan walked around the chair and stood by her head. One of his hands rested on her shoulder, with the other, he played with her breasts, mixing gentle touches with painful pinches.
"Now, lovely, you never ask your husband to stop. What did I tell you? Your body is his to pleasure and if he takes his pleasure this way, then you want it," he said, calmly. "Stop the whining, or it'll get a lot worse. You can cry," he said with a smirk. "It's always nice to see you princesses in tears."
He looked up and met eyes with Walden. "That should be enough. She can thing about this while we have dinner. You can have your house elf prepare for two. I'll show you how to tie her up so she can eat from a plate on the floor, while showing you her nicely reddened cunt." He squeezed her breast again. "She can think about what we'll do for dessert. Anticipation makes things sweeter, or scarier. So shall we eat?"