Carrick gave a low and mirthless laugh. "I need no excuse to hurt you, lovely one. This isn't punishment. This is entirely for my own pleasure. I like to watch a boy writhing and begging, and the more beautiful he is, the greater the pleasure." He stepped forwards and bent over the naked form, murmuring against his ear. "And you are beautiful, Samandriel."
He delivered another series of stingingly hard spanks, this time moving down the length of the slim thighs before returning to the curve of his ass cheeks. The angel's flesh was beginning to redden and heat up under the blows.
"One of the few pleasures that have never lost its savour is turning a stubborn, lovely boy like you turn into a wanton, begging whore."
This time when he stopped the spanks, he did not merely caress Samandriel's cock, but also slide one of his lubricated fingers between the sore cheeks to circle and stroke the entrance to his body, allowing the very tip of one finger to teasingly breach the opening before withdrawing.
His voice was quiet and caressing as he continued to fondle and caress Samandriel's most intimate flesh.
"I'm fond of Hermes. Very much so. But in love? That's entirely the wrong words for it. I have a lover. Hermes is my pleasure slave - it begins and ends there."