Samandriel whined, working hard to keep from fighting at his bonds and rocking forward too much into that hand. "Yes, Master," he moaned, head tipping so his nose pressed against the vampire's cheek. He knew better than to beg. He wasn't going to be allowed to come yet anyway. Carrick had made it clear that his whole intention was to make Samandriel beg, to weep for need of release. This would be no different.