Re: Side Rooms Carrick/Adelice
The slave's submission was intoxicating, the soft sound of her weeping arousing him. His breath was catching in his throat. He was erect, his cock pressing hard against his trousers, but he fought the feeling back. He wanted the slave to remember the first time he took her. It would not be here, among the filth and stench of a slave market.
Carrick set down the belt on the table and began to stroke the welted flesh, allowing Del to catch her breath for a moment.
After a long moment, he took up the belt again. "One more," he growled.
This time, the crack of the leather was vertical, up between Del's legs to slap against her sex. The belt may have been swung with less force this time, but the blow would have been no less painful.
"That was so you'll remember everything I've said to you." He looped the belt back into his trousers, buckling it. "Stand up when you're ready. Take as much time as you need to. Then you can dress and we'll talk."
Carrick retreated to a chair at the side of the room, where he sat with shadowed eyes and crossed legs, watching Del recover from her strapping.