Re: Study - Carrick and Russ
"I used to like Victorian formal wear," he said wistfully. "Though anything is preferable to 18th century France; lace and satin and pastels were never me. Karena said I used to look like a crow among a flock of flamingos."
Carrick took advantage of their being alone and stroked the small of Russ' back again. His gaze flicked to Rafe, picking up the nervousness in the slave's eyes. Fear had always been an aphrodisiac to Carrick.
"Your slaveboy looks delicious," he remarked. "So skittish, though." His voice dropped so that it was barely audible. "You've never watched me feed on a slave, have you? You should bring him to me one night. I'll watch you fuck him then, drink while you're still inside him..."
His smile was predatory, eyes hooded as he glanced at the slave again.