Just as he had in the hour before he purchased her, Carrick cracked the belt down viciously hard against the tender crease between Del's ass and thighs.
He was already starting to harden from the slave's moans of agonised pleasure and the way she writhed against his lap. He repeated the strike of the belt over the existing bruise, wanting to refresh the pain from the previous day and set a new fire burning on the flesh he had already marked.
"Enough for now," he growled, and pushed the slave off his lap, taking hold of her head and dragging her towards his groin. "Suck me until I'm hard," he ordered, lust plain in his voice. "Then strip off that dress and spread your legs for me, like the slut you are."