Re: Playrooms
Lord Carrick's voice was equally contemptuous and caressing. "Yes, that's right. Just like that. Look at you, desperate to be taken and used like the slut you are." His hand tightened on the boy's cock. moving more quickly, his thumb stroking over the smooth head. "That's really what you are, isn't it slave? A beautiful, soft-mouthed little slut."
His hand stilled for a moment, then let go of the slave's erection, drifting back up the boy's stomach and chest to stroke and caress a hard nipple.
"You don't finish before I'm ready for you to finish," Carrick warned, and turned away for a moment. When he returned he held a thin leather cockring, which he wrapped securely around the base of the slave's hardness, looping it under his balls.
"How does that feel, slut?" He moved the candle down Emrys' body once more, this time pouring drips of wax on the slave's bare, parted thighs.
"Tell me where you want the pain next, boy. Plead for it. Here?" he stroked the reddened flesh of his chest, "Or here..." A fingertip moved caressingly along the crease of soft skin at the boy's groin.