Carrick's eyes were clear, but his voice throbbed with feeling. "You know how much I want you. How much I've ached to have you. And yet you still try to resist me." For a moment he looked as if he would say something more, his usually hard eyes suffused with some indefinable emotion.
He looked away for a moment, then moved around to Samandriel's back. For a long moment it was difficult to tell which option Carrick had taken, until a slow hand ran down the entire length of Samandriel's spine to cup and caress his rear. Carrick's body pressed against Samandriel's own, his lips playing over the curve of the slave's jaw.
It was the leather paddle that struck him first, in a series of light, fast and teasing taps against the fullest part of his ass. The metal studs of the paddle warmed as they made contact with the soft skin.