Carrick did not speak as he led Samandriel thought the hotel and up to the suite he had booked for them.
The hotel was run by vampires; it was a place of eternal night. The windows in the luxury suites had polarising glass and heavy draped to keep out all light. Here, darkness could last as long as Carrick wanted it to.
The suite had several rooms - a bedroom with its four poster king size bed, a living room area and bathroom; and behind a discrete door in the bedroom a room equipped with every instrument of pain and pleasure that a man like Carrick could want.
The vampire locked the door behind them and stood composed in the middle of the room. When Samandriel joined him. he walked in a slow circle around the slave, simply allowing himself the pleasure of the boy's beauty.
Finally, he crossed to a side table and picked up a slave collar he had purchased especially for tonight. It was the smoothest, finest quality leather he could find, a simple Greek key design embossed on the black surface. A single o-ring hung from the centre.
He approached the slave and stroked the white throat.
"I want you naked before I lock this around your neck." he murmured.