Carrick finished his drink and set down the cup. He gave a tiny smile at the mention of his bed slave. "Hermes is rapidly burning through my credit cards. He's discovered the menu of spa treatments."
The vampire got silently to his feet and drifted around the table to fondle the back of Samandriel's neck. "He'll be busy for the rest of the day. As will you be, little eremenos."
He bent and let his lips slide up one shoulder, tracing the length of the slave's pale neck. "My thrust hasn't been slaked by that single cup," he murmured. "Nor has my hunger for you, Samandriel."
He straightened and pulled the slave to his feet. "Follow me. I have something to show you."
He led the angel through the door off the bedroom, where a wide selection of instruments of pain and pleasure were arrayed on a wide leather bench. In the centre of the room stood a tall rectangular metal frame with restraint points at regular intervals along its height. A pair of heavy leather cuffs dangled from one corner, a matching pair of ankle restraints at the bottom of the frame.