Carrick looked up from where his tongue was mapping a lazy line across Samandriel's hipbone. He gave a dark and predatory smile as he rose. "I'm going to, little whore." His nails dragged over the backs of Samandriel's thighs. I'm going to cut you and bite you and feast on you... then I'm going to fuck you until you bleed."
He pressed the tip of the blade under Samandriel's chin, allowing the point to dig a fraction deeper this time. He gave a minute flick of his wrist so that a short, shallow cut lay open at the top of the slave's throat. Almost purring with pleasure, the vampire pulled back Samandriel's head and fastened his mouth over the wound.
Further cuts followed on the boy's shoulders and the smooth skin of his chest, each time Carrick's fangs lengthening a little and his mouth pressing harder to the wound, his tongue playing over the cuts in a manner designed to bring further pain as well as pleasure. Carrick began to stroke himself through the fabric of his trousers, anticipating the moment he would pushed the slave down and plunge into him without restraint or hesitation.
"You're a true little painslut at heart, aren't you boy?" his voice rasped. "I can feel you shivering every time I cut you."