Carrick breathed out slowly, shifting as Samandriel requested and uncrossing his legs, parting them a little.
Ever aroused by his power and authority over his slaves, just the sight of the beautiful boy kneeling before him naked and wanting, was enough to get him hard. And clearly, this was not a task that Samandriel found onerous. The boy's sex was already growing hard, standing thick and beautiful between his legs.