The vampire's eyes were dark, heavy with desire as he watched his slave display himself with wanton abandon.
Hermes was so smooth - every inch of his body inviting Carrick's lips and teeth and tongue to bite and break, to taste the scarlet liquor that flowed in the slave's veins. And he would. Soon....
"So hungry, aren't you, boy?" Carrick removed his own clothes slowly, dropping each item carelessly on the floor next to the bed. Completely unselfconscious of his nakedness, he stepped over to a shelf where several plugs and dildos waited. Selecting a long but thin vibrator that was curved to fit the tight channel of a slave's body, he returned to the bed, drizzling a quantity of lubricant over the toy as he walked.
"I'm going to make you beg, little bird," he crooned. "I'm going to watch you pant and writhe and moan before I fuck you."
He switched the vibrator onto its lowest setting, a quiet, buzzing throb, and rolled it lightly over his slave's sex before moving it downwards to tease at the entrance to Hermes' body.