After their latest lovemaking, Paradise Whippoorwill held Thal in her arms and gently stroked his hair. He knew what she would say before she said it, just as he had known every move the beautiful blonde heiress would make in bed and exactly how long she would take to come.
He knew all this even though he had been her property for only six weeks.
“You feel better, don’t you, Thal?” she said softly. “I’m good for you, aren’t I, my love?”
Thal nodded. “Yes you are,” he said, though it wasn’t true at all. They had had the same conversation hundreds of times; he knew enough by now to say what she wanted him to say. Keeping her happy was important.
It was important because Paradise had a remote control under the skin of her left wrist. If she was unhappy, she could make the device her
