Carrick raised his eyebrows. He had not expected giggling.
"It would have to be. I spend enough time in it," he remarked, and stepped forwards. He removed the bathtowel and draped it over a chair, then approached the bed. "You're in high spirits."
He lay down next to her and rolled atop her, tilting the slave's head back and looking down into her eyes.
"How did your last Master take his pleasure with you?"