Carrick turned his head slightly and caught Samandriel's mouth in another searing kiss. He could taste the boy's desperation, as sweet as the blood that would soon be trickling over his gorgeously pale skin.
The vampire stepped back long enough to pick up the same cock ring and leather strap he had used on the salve last night, binding him securely. "This is becoming something of an old friend by now, he remarked as he looped the leather tightly around Samandriel's balls. He soon moved forward once again, letting the tip of the knife play over the blue veins at the slave's bound wrists and down his forearms,
Watching Samandriel's face closely, Carrick pressed the very tip of the blade into the soft skin in the crook of one elbow. A bead of blood welled immediately. Its scent to the vampire as delicious and arousing as a fine perfume. He leaned forwards and lapped it from Samandriel's skin. He continued that way for a time, allowing the blade to pierce the most tender spots over the boy's body and taking a single drop of blood each time, every taste making his arousal press harder against the front of his trousers. His hands stroked and caressed Samandriel's bare skin with possessive pleasure, moving from the slave's erection t his thighs and ass then back again.