Carrick glanced over the marks on the slave's bare skin. It was true, he'd done a good job. No point in false modesty. "I've had a long time to practice," he said truthfully.
The vampire was somewhat surprised at Mir's order, but he remained still as Jenn crawled back to him and knelt submissively. Her cheeks were beautifully pink as she blushed. Carrick reached out and stroked a cool fingertip down her face, tracing her lips. He looked up at Jenn's Master with a dark smile.
"That's kind of you, Mir. She does have a lovely mouth. And if if it's as talented as you say, how could I refuse?"
Carrick quickly unfastened his riding breeches and pushed them down over his hips. He cupped the back of Jenn's head and drew her closer.