You could try, Samandriel thought bitterly. The man had seen him endure pain soundlessly before. What made him think he would break so easily because of a cock in his ass?
"You could," he replied, shifting into that touch because he knew that was what Carrick wanted, and giving in to the man's desires for the time being was only going to make now and what was coming so much easier for him. "But you want me begging for more of you, want me convincing my master to sell me when you're through. Cruelty won't accomplish that with a muse and you know it. You could do that, but you won't, not here, not in...insufficient facilities." He knew what was coming for him later. He turned his head as much as he could. "Though if my lord would care to see what he has paid such a high price and gone to such great lengths for...letting me up would make it that much easier for me to make myself bare. For you."
Samandriel wasn't under any delusions that he'd be leaving this room without having been naked for at least a time. It was only a matter of whether or not he had clothes to put back on after Carrick was through with him.