Carrick prowled in a circle, his eyes never leaving Samndriel. The boy was going to look beautiful once he was spread out and immobile, his every muscle pulled taut as he trembled in pain and ecstasy.
"Your skin is so pale, eremenos. It's beautiful. I'm going to keep you naked until the end of our time together so that I can see your veins pulsing through your soft skin."
He lifted one of Samandriel's hands and traced the delicate blue patterns on his inner wrist, then lifted it higher and locked the wrist firmly into place. He repeated the action with the other, leaving the slave bound in place. Carrick bent to fasten the cuffs on each of Smandriel's ankles, and in a few moments, the angel was spreadeagled and naked and utterly at his mercy.
"Beautiful," he murmured and moved forwards for a slow, hungry kiss. His hands ran all over the bound slave's body, stroking and caressing every part of him with covetous, possessive desire.