Mika was hard and aching, his body on fire with arousal and wanting nothing more than release. He didn't move to touch himself, he knew better. Instead he waited for the next command, the next order of dominance and humiliation.
The dhamphir shivered slightly at the order, but moved to obey without hesitation. his head bent down, tongue darting out to clean the droplets of the vampires seed off of the floor and the others boots as if it were the sweetest of ambrosia. Once the area was clean he righted himself, hands once again going to his thighs as he looked back up at Carrick.