A cruelly pleased light came into Carrick's eyes as the slave's mouth moved over his cock. He hardened quickly in response to the warm, moist lips and tongue.
Carrick kept one hand fisted in the slave's hair. "That's right, boy. Deeper. Suck me hard." He pressed his hips forward in slow pulses, his movements speeding up as he grew to full hardness.
He gazed down at the slave with icily cruel eyes. "I'm going to fuck your throat," he murmured, his voice a dark purr. "And you'll take every inch. I don't care if you choke. You'll obey me, slave."