"That's a waste of a good experience for you both," Severin said, and eased away from Sonny to unlock and open the door. "The bite can be extraordinarily pleasurable."
He gestured for Sonny to seat himself and went around to slide behind the wheel. Starting the Jag, he waited until his slave was settled and seatbelt on, then pulled out of the lot. The car purred like the big cat it was named after and moments later, they were flying down the road, scenery blurring at their sides.
"I have very few rules," he said, his attention on the road unspooling before them. "I expect obedience and respect. Do as you're told when you're told and you'll find your life relatively comfortable. There is no 'three strikes and you're out' foolishness--at the third offense, I'll simply kill you and that's the end of it. Unlike some masters, I do not torture my slaves--I have no interest in that."
He glanced over to Sonny, face a pale oval in the dark. "I feed daily, but I'm old enough that small amounts suffice and I never drink from the same slave twice in a row. I expect sex whenever I choose and with whomever strikes my fancy at the moment."