Carrick's pale eyes were heavy lidded as he watched the slave expose himself. He was silent, simply drinking in the sight of the hard length before him and the obvious desperation in his new slave. It was plain that the damphir wanted to be used, and used hard.
Well, he would just have to develop patience.
From the front hallway came the sound of human footsteps, accompanied by a couple of cheerful barks and the excited scuffling of paws on polished wood. There was a soft rap on the half-open door, and Carrick looked up to beckon someone inside. It was the slave who looked after the stables; a young man with an open, honest face and a shy smile.
His gaze fell on Mika, who still stood exposed, but he was too well trained to either avert his eyes too quickly or to stare for long.
Carrick looked up at the stablehand as if there were nothing unusual in the sight of a damphir being exposed and placed on display
"Ben, come in. How are my girls tonight?"
The stablehand glanced back towards the hallway where the sound of three dogs impatient for a run in the frosty air was plain. "Energetic, Sir," he smiled. There was a brief pause. "I brought what you asked for from the kennels."
He crossed to his Master and handed him a dark blue leather collar and lead.
"Thank you, Ben. Take as long as you like in the parkland.The girls could do with a long walk."
Carrick turned over the collar in his hands and adjusted the buckle. He looked at Mika, his pale eyes betraying nothing.
"I keep German Shepherds. Three as pets and one guard dog. One of my bitches, Leto, has the amazing habit of being able to slip out of her collar and hide it. We have to keep spares in the kennels."
The vampire clipped the leash onto the collar ring. "I think this one will do nicely for you until I can get you fitted for something more permanent.
He glanced at the stablehand. "That will be all for tonight, Ben. Thank you."
The stablehand bowed slightly and withdrew. Carrick did not take his eyes from Mika.