Carrick laid down the hunting crop and stepped forward, running a cool hand over her bruised and punished skin.
"You're very welcome, slave." Though his face was almost without emotion, there was a faint warmth in his voice. "You've been a brave girl. Not every slave could take a whipping like that and not beg for mercy."
He moved to the end of the table and unfastened the cuffs on her ankles, freeing her from her bondage. He glanced at the smears on the leather table left by both her tears and the wetness of her sex.
"You can have a few minutes to recover yourself." He indicated some wipes on a nearby shelf. "There's a bathroom next door. Clean off the table, make yourself presentable then join me downstairs when you're ready."