"Good," Carrick murmured as the slave began to move in time with him, offering his mouth and throat up to the vampire's pleasure. "That's it, slave... just like that."
A tiny groan came from his throat as Mika's hand began to caress him. He looked down, thrusting even deeper between the slave's parted lips, a cruel enjoyment in his gaze. "You like that, boy? I'm not surprised. Such a little whore, aren't you?"
Carrick's grip tightened in the slave's hair, taking his pleasure with rough abandon, thrusting hard and deep into the welcoming throat. He gasped as he felt himself approaching climax, and with an effort, slowed his pace. He gazed down in silence for a moment before withdrawing, his cock wet and glistening. He looked at the swollen lips and hungry eyes, loving the sight of the aroused slave as he knelt before him. He could tell that Mika was excited by the rough service he had given so far, and decided to push the slave a little further. The boy could take more, he was sure of it.
He bent over the boy, his voice becoming a dark, harsh whisper against Mika's ear as he yanked the slave's head back still further so that the pale face was upturned to him.
"You don't get to swallow my come yet, slave."
He straightened and closed his hand around his cock, pumping it quickly until his climax hit. His seed spurted onto the slave's face, over his lips and cheeks. The vampire sighed with release, eyes closing for a moment, willing the sight of the kneeling slave, so debauched and humiliated, into his memory.