Re: Limit Card: Emrys
Carrick prowled up the stairs behind the boy as they made their way to the rooms where a world of pleasure and pain could await.
He'd been lucky with this one. The slave was so young, so fresh. He was was clad in black leather that set off the milky perfection of his skin and the stormy colour of his eyes... the clothing of a whore, but the eyes of a virgin.
Carrick stepped close as they entered a room where leather benches and shackles were strewn in decadent profusion. The vampire's hand reached to the metal tab of the zipper at the boy's throat, pulling it down infinitely slowly. "Beautiful," he said softly, as the pale chest was revealed to him. "Though I've always held that a face like yours is never more lovely than when it's streaming with tears... and begging for mercy."
He pushed the leather vest off the slave's shoulders and dropped it carelessly, then hooked him thumbs into the leather shorts and slid them down over the firm buttocks. By the time the boy was naked, Carrick was already half-hard.
He stepped away and ran a hand along the padded leather of a nearby bench. "Lie down, slave. Hands above your head." The vampire lifted a pair of heavy black wrist cuffs and looped their chain around the legs of the bench so as to immobilise the slave and leave him helpless to resist the vampire's advances.