Samael lounged naked on the bed, his nudity barely covered by the sheets.
"Who's the whore now, ice boy?" he teased. His voice was low and rich, and reminiscent of melted chocolate. "I have you all to myself, now--I'm supposed to teach you, in fact. Your job is to do everything I say. I can't wait to put on your collar."
"Who's the whore now, ice boy?" he teased. His voice was low and rich, and reminiscent of melted chocolate. "I have you all to myself, now--I'm supposed to teach you, in fact. Your job is to do everything I say. I can't wait to put on your collar."