Re: Playrooms
Carrick's arousal heightened as the slave moaned against his mouth. He was right. The boy's mouth was so soft...
The vampire could feel the boy's heartbeat quicken as he caressed the smooth chest. A dark and humourless chuckle rumbled in his throat, as pitiless as the sound of earth falling on a coffin.
Desire flared in the hard grey eyes as he watched the boy try to twist away from the pain of the hot wax hitting his skin.
"Don't tell me the thought of it doesn't excite you, slave. I know your kind. I can feel it, here with your heartbeat getting faster every time I touch you. Or kiss you." He bent down once more for another hard kiss, his mouth more demanding, more urgent, forcing the slave's lips apart and plundering his mouth.
"I doubt you're as innocent as your Master probably believes. Why else would he dress you like a whore? You need this, don't you? The pain. The submission." Carrick's hand moved down to fondle and stroke Emrys' cock, cool fingers curling around the shaft and pumping it slowly.
"You'd have begged me for more, wouldn't you? You'd have arched your back like a bitch in heat and wept with pleasure when I forced myself into you."
He lifted the candle once more, this time a little less high in the air so that the wax was hotter when it dripped onto the boy's chest. Carrick's free hand continued to stroke and caress the boy's hardening organ.