Carrick leaned forwards slowly, not taking his eyes from Samandriel's own. He caught the slave's mouth in a hard, demanding kiss that left no doubt as to his continued control over Samandriel's pleasure.
"You'll have all that and more, slave." he murmured against Samandriel's lips. "I'll use every hole you have, fill you with my come over and over again. You'll beg for sensations you never even knew existed. You'll be my slut, my plaything. I'll use your body until you're faint with pleasure and you never want anybody but me to touch you again."
He let his tongue slide out and lick across the rosy lips. "And you still owe me a scream, beautiful boy."
He sat back, watching avidly. "Come for me, slut. Come for your Master."