<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br/>Luca’s reaction brought an actual smile to Chris’ lips. More due to him not really liking it when they screamed, sobbed and begged for mercy. Those reaction would be annoying, not to say deafening, and often ruined his interpretation of a good time.<br/>He, of course, also wouldn’t have to pay extra to keep the whore on the bed to brave his passions.<br/><br/>Now he did take a few moments to study the boy as the crimson welt contrasted oh-so-perfectly with the ivory silk of Lucas’ skin. Leaning in, he ran a fingertip along the welt and shook his head, not happy his lash had not broken skin.<br/><br/>He’d just had to try harder.<br/><br/>Leaning back and standing up, he brought the whip back for as far possible in the cabin, then lashed out again, crossing the welt made with a new mark, aiming to end it just above the whore’s nipple.<br/>The pale, tall, aggressive financier and quartermaster of the Dirty Secret, however, was starting to match the whore’s flushed cheeks with a slight colouration to his own. If he had not worn a long tailjacket, more than but that mark of arousal could have been quite evident.