Carrick's eyes closed for a long moment as Liam's fingers curled around him more tightly, lust so deep it was nearly an ache. He wanted nothing more than to pull his slave back to the bedroom and spread the boy's legs to take him hard and deep and fast.
The vampire almost didn't notice the question, so lost was he in the thought of seeing Liam spread open and desperate to be fucked. It wasn't until he glanced down and saw that Liam's other hand was freely stroking himself and that his slave was close to climax that he took control of himself.
In the long, long immortal existence of Lord Carrick, where there had been a battle between pleasure and discipline, discipline had always won.
In a lightning fast movement, he stepped away from his slave and reversed their positions. pushing Liam up hard against the wall of the shower cubicle. He took hold of the boy's wrists, holding them fast in the small of his back
"Because you, my beautiful little slave, have still not learned to submit to me."
Carrick pressed his hips forward, erection grinding against Liam's firm, round ass. "Your body is mine, slave. Your pleasure is mine. To bestow or deny, as I wish."