The soft kiss surprised her, an unexpected tenderness from a man who'd already brought her to expect wanton brutality from him, and thoughtlessly her hand curled around that fading spot of warmth as he rose from the bed. Naked, she sat up slowly, back, rump, and thighs aching from the previous night's beating; her hair was mussed, in the way of a woman who has been well-fucked. All that was lacking was a satisfied smile.<br/><br/>Scooting toward the edge of the bed, she swung her legs off, and stopped to ask, "My lord... do you wish me to crawl again?" She was quick enough to realize, at least, that he meant her to eat from the bowls on the floor, and hesitated to make assumptions as to what he wished of her. Not after making an assumption about the cane last night, and being proven painfully wrong.