"Kiss me," Edward requested, looking to Kakia. The whip cracked on his back and he grunted a rush of air. He kept himself straight, looking to Kakia to comply with his request.
Henry was experiencing the rush of power that went with wielding a whip. And the fact that Edward was his subject made it that much sweeter. Someone might need to stop him, before he beat Edward into unconsciousness, but that was a while off, yet.