Carrick drank in the sight of the slave, so lost in the sensation of utter submission. His cock gave a twitch at the thought of what pleasures awaited him when he took Mika to his bed, or to the pleasure- chamber on one of the upper floors of the house, where every possible means of coaxing agony and rapture from a slave could be found.
For now, though, his eyes were merciless as he looked down at the swollen lips and heavy-lidded eyes. The boy obviously gloried in being used hard. Carrick's gaze flicked downwards, to where a few drops of his seed had splashed onto both the polished wooden floor and the shining leather of his riding boots.
The vampire let go of Mika's hair and indicated the droplets of his seed. His voice was quiet, but resonant with command.