Carrick's eyebrows lifted a fractions when Mika disagreed. It had been a long time since any slave but Hermes had dared to argue with him. Far from being angry, though, he was in truth a little intrigued. Not that he would allow Mika to see it.
"Has that mouth ever caused you trouble in the past? I will give you fair warning that I don't tolerate disobedience, or rebellion. Believe me, boy, I will not hesitate to open your back with a bullwhip if I ever suspect you of dissent."
Carrick unfolded himself from the chair and stood up slowly, prowling towards the kneeling slave. He reached out and took hold of a handful of the dark hair, yanking Mika's head backwards.
"For now I can think of a better use for your mouth than argument."
Without looking away from the slave, he unfastened the waist of his jodhpurs and pushed them down to his hips. He hooked his thumbs into the waist of his underwear and drew them down, freeing his cock.
"Pleasure me." the vampire;s voice throbbed with a dark hunger.