Carrick stood in the doorway, watching his new slave's face as he gazed around. He felt oddly gratified by Michael's happiness at his new surroundings. The vampire didn't often visit the rooms he gave to his bedslaves; there should be one place at least where the boys he bedded could go to rest and recover from the often brutal caresses he bestowed on his favourites.
Carrick briefly slid his arms around Michael's waist, allowing the boy a moment of the closeness that he obviously yearned for. It was plain that his new boy was a tactile sort, one to seek his Master's touch for comfort as well as lust.
"I expect you to keep it clean, but your domestic duties won't be onerous. Clean and tidy my rooms and your own, and attend to my wardrobe. Your existence here is one of pleasure. Be beautiful, desirable and submissive. Pleasure me. That's your task and your purpose."
He drew away, beckoning Mikey to follow. "Enough of the house. I want you in my bed."
Carrick led Mike to the end of the corridor and into the master bedroom. It was a large, well-appointed room of understated minimalist luxury, decorated in tones of charcoal and shadowy grey. The bed was huge, with ebony bedposts fitted with small metal rings sunk deep in the wood, strong enough to run chains and restraints of all kinds and keep a slave immobile.
The windows were designed like a pair of expensive sunglasses that darkened with the approach of daylight, prolonging both twilight and pre-dawn. They were fitted with shutters that automatically rolled down at the first moment of sunrise, turning the room into a sanctuary of darkness for the shadowy creature who dealt within.
Carrick did not give Mike much time to look around the room. Instead, he placed one hand on the boy's chest and pushed him slowly backwards towards the bed.
"I could spend hours exploring your body, learning everything that makes you gasp and moan before I sink my cock inside you. But I've waited long enough. I mean to have you, slave. Now."
The vampire pressed Mike backwards, lowering him to the bed, bending over him and claiming his mouth in a deep, slow kiss that that left no doubt as to his hunger for the boy.
"I want you on your back at first," he murmured, a smoky note of command in his voice. "I want to see your face as I take you for the first time."
Carrick, still fully dressed, moved onto the foot of the bed and slid forwards, taking hold of Mikey's thighs and pulling them apart.His hands slid up to the boy's groin and back down again underneath the fine cotton of the nightgown. He regarded the thin fabric for a moment.
"As lovely as this is, it's in my way."
He took hold of the garment's hem at a spot directly between the the parted legs. Slowly, eyes not leaving Mike' s face, he began to tear it open. The rip opened steadily, exposing the boy's body to the vampire's icily pale gaze.