Re: Side Rooms Carrick/Adelice
"At least you're candid about it," Carrick remarked, somewhat sourly.
His lips moved closer to the slave's pale throat, hovering just barely above the skin; close enough to feel the heat of the living body and the blood that pulsed beneath. He'd feed on this one soon. Yes, definitely. Perhaps even before the night was out.
"But take this warning, girl. Or boy, or whatever you call yourself," he murmured, a growl in his voice. "I will not accept deception from you. Or the whipping you receive will make what I'm about to do with you feel like a kiss. Do you understand?"
The vampire released her, letting his words sink in for a moment before one of his hands moved to his belt buckle.
"I want to see how well you take the lash." The vampire let the black leather slide through his belt loops and wrapped the buckle end securely around his hand.
He indicted a desk against one wall of the room. "Bend over that."
He was interested to see what position the slave moved into, and how quickly she wold comply. Would she offer herself demurely with legs together and body flat against the desk, or had she been trained to offer herself spread wide open and hips thrust high, like a whore?