The way the boy writhed and arched under his hand was pure exultation to Carrick. The sight of him bound and begging sent his own arousal spiralling upwards, the thought of the pleasure to come sending a fire through every part of his undead flesh.
Carrick chuckled again in response and obligingly tipped the candle over the slave's chest once more, this time splashing wax onto one of the erect nipples. Like a cat growing bored of a half-dead mouse, he finally set down the candle on a side table and moved on to the next part of his plans for the boy, the flickering light now casting eerie shadows across the bound slave's frame.
Carrick reached out, tracing the petal-pink lips, then pushed a finger between them. "Suck it," he commanded. "Suck it hard. You do know I'm going to fuck your mouth tonight, don't you, slut? Show me how a slutboy like you pleasures his master's cock."