Carrick took the list and scanned it quickly, giving a short nod. "I'll abide by your wishes, of course."
He glanced at Jenn. "The girl should think herself lucky to have a Master who would put limits on her punishment at all," he remarked. "A slave who thinks herself above her Master's rule needs to be shown otherwise, harshly and at length." His eyes were pitiless. "I'm not a man given to rash promises, but when I've finished with her, she won't ever think of defying you again."
He crossed to the coffee table and picked up the hunting crop, then turned his gaze to Jenn once more. His pale gaze moved coldly over her naked breasts and exposed sex.
His voice was dark and silky as he glanced back at Mir. "Such lovely creamy skin. And it will look even more lovely when it's striped scarlet. Don't you think?"
Carrick glanced back at the list. Mir had forbidden anything sexual as part of the punishment, for now at least. His fingers drifted over the long and thick piece of antler on the handle of the whip; it was the perfect size to use on the slave. He decided to seek a little clarification.
The vampire moved the tip of the riding crop to Jenn's bare pussy, allowing the leather strap at the end to slide between her labia, already gleaming with moisture. He moved the tip back and forth against her clitoris for a few seconds, allowing the end of the whip to be coated with her wetness. His movements were deliberately slow. If Jenn's master protested, he would stop.
"So wet already. I do believe that the little slut is going to enjoy this even more than I will." He lifted the whip to eye level to assess Jenn's arousal.
His voice was cold and stern as he moved the tip of the whip to a few inches in front of the slave's face. "Clean it, girl. Lick up every drop."