Carrick continued to move the riding crop over Samandriel's body, circling his nipples before tapping them with the same light but stinging cuts. The leather moved downwards and caressed the base of the slave's cock before stroking its length and gliding around the tip. A small but cruel smile appeared on the vampire's lips as he silently dared the slave to flinch in expectations of a blow to this most sensitive of flesh, but instead of lashing him, the vampire let the tip of the whip move further downwards to stroke over the pale thighs.
He let a harder blow fall on the soft skin of Samandriel's inner thighs. "Legs further apart," he ordered. Display yourself to your Master." He gazed down with eyes that were already darkening with lust. "When you kneel at my feet, I want to see that delicious=looking cock. It belongs to me as much as the rest of you."
Once the slave was positioned to his satisfaction. The vampire let the collar fall open, and stepped forwards.
"Bow your head," he ordered," and looped the black leather around Samandriel's throat.