Re: Holding Pens
The faint blush on Liam's cheeks was not lost on Carrick. The boy was perfect, he thought to himself. Untouched, naive, completely unaware of his own body and the pleasure it could bring. He could be trained to serve and submit... to devote himself completely to his new Master.
He nodded slowly at the slave's question. "I think so. Provided the auctioneer and I can come to an arrangement. Would you like that?"
Carrick appeared to turn his back and move towards the front of the pen. He glanced outside. The handler was nowhere to be seen. He turned his head and casually asked one final question, his voice deceptively off-hand. It was, of course, the most important question.