"What a filthy little mouth," Carrick mused, though he was far from offended. "I should put you over my knee."
He reached a hand out under the white silk of the dress and pushed it up her thighs.
"Speaking of which - " he switched positions quickly, sitting up in bed and pulling the slave over his lap. "How are those belt marks from the market?"
Carrick pushed the dress up higher to reveal the fading bruises he had left when testing her obedience. He ran his finger tips along the marks. "I think I'll keep these fresh for a few nights. To make sure you remember your place."