Carrick continued to run the very tip of the blade over Samandriel's chest and stomach, the point creating a tiny scarlet scratch over the very topmost layer of his skin. He reversed the motion of the knife and brought it upwards to rest at the soft and vulnerable hollow at the base of the slave's throat.
"You might have worn a collar ever since your Fall, but until today, you haven't known what it is to be truly mastered." he leaned forwards, his bare chest against Samandriel's own. "And I think that underneath all that pride, you crave it."
Carrick's free hand drifted downwards and began to slowly stroke and squeeze the boy's erection. It was so hard, so hot. The slave was even more aroused than he had been at any time during the previous night, when he had clung to the vampire and sobbed out his release.
"You want to come already,don't you, slave?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress.