Alistair cried out when The lash of the whip hit his side. It was unexpected and it hurt like a bitch. He felt the burn and the pins start to shoot up his ribs and he knew that what 'Mistress' Angeline Said was a lie. Tanith had not give nup on him Here she was, punishing him in a way only she knew how. He loved it. The silver was the worst and best part of it, because the burn of silver would stay with him longer than the pain of the whip. Only his true mistress could come up with pain like this.
He hid his amusement at the fact that Angeline had not punished him correctly under a genuine grimace of pain, but underneath it he was laughing at her inexperience. He was actually starting to look forward to the idea that he would be her first. It was a perverse sort of virginity that he would steal. Though she would never be what Tanith was, and his soul would always cry out for Tanith, she just might do as a substitute.
"Of course he had hung on every word. Alistair hung on to every breath Tanith took, every movement. Why would he do something as foolish as waste a second of precious time with her. She may not be Tanith but Angeline's ability to threaten him was extraordinary, he got shivers to his spine every time she did it.