Carrick gave a low laugh and ran his hands down the compactly-muscled back. "I like your spirit," he murmured. "A slave who trembles and weeps under the first cut of the lash is no pleasure at all."
His mouth moved closer to Hermes' own, brushing the slave's lips as he spoke. "Then we shall have to find out." Carrick's eyes were sharp with desire, his own erection now pushing hard against his clothes.
He drew Hermes backwards to the large, ornate bed that stood at one end of the room, then took hold of the slave's top and pulled it up over Hermes' head on one smooth movement. "I want you naked," he almost purred.
With light but firm pressure, he pushed his new slave down to the bed on his back, bending low over him, eyes locked on Hermes' own.
"That's it, slave. Show yourself to me. Spread your legs for your Master. Show me how much you want to be fucked."