Carrick raised an eyebrow. "It is my right to do have anything I wish from you.I do not ask for pleasure from slaves, Samandriel. I take it."
The soft hisses Samandriel gave as he writhed under the sting of the leather paddle was like music. Carrick leaned into kiss the slave again, his free hand stroking over the reddening skin of Smandriel's rear as he pressed the boy's mouth open, sucking lightly on Samandriel's tongue before moving away once more.
He continued to warm and prepare the slave's skin with more light but sharp taps that skirted the borderlands of pain, breaking off occasionally to kiss and caress him once more. The metal studs had not yet broken the skin; but there was time enough for that, and very soon.
When he was certain that Samandriel's backside enough of a warm and a softly glowing pink, he took the heavier wooden and leather paddle in hand. He set the leather paddle aside for a moment, and delivered a measured, firm blow with the heavier instrument on the very centre of Samandriel's ass. His cool fingers played over the spot where the paddle had landed.
"I know how much you're aching to be filled, boy," he remarked, his low voice thick with desire. "So here's what I'm going to do with you. The cockring is staying on while I paddle you... but I'm going to fill your hungry little hole with a vibrating plug as well. So every time the heavy paddle falls, you're going to be fucked deeper."
He gave a dark, predatory smile. "It'll be something long and slim. Nothing too big for the moment. I want you tight when I push you down over that bench and fuck you raw." he leaned forwards, his lips teaching over the slave's jaw. "When I rip you open and make you bleed."