<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/>Before leaning in this time, he got rid of his jacket, flicking it to drape over a nearby chair. There was quite a bulge in the pants he now revealed, but he made no attempt to either explain or cover up.<br/>This also gave enough time for the boy’s boy to trickle from the slash his whip had bit, and, when he did lean over Lucas, there was enough of it to catch his eye and make him grin. It wasn’t the only thing that caught Chris’ eye, but it<em>was</em>the only thing he acknowledged at the moment.<br/><br/>Instead of running his fingers along a welt, he now trailed the tip of his tongue along a bleeding cut, only to pause briefly, then lap at the hardened nipple teasingly.<br/><strong>“You taste well enough to eat, boy,”</strong>came from him in a somewhat hoarse voice. Then the hand that did not hold the whip lowered, trailing fingernails along the exposed whore until it was able to curl fingers around his erection and give him an unexpected hard squeeze there.<strong>”I’m thrilled you do not scream like a little girl. I would find that so annoying...”</strong>he added, tone darkening a bit again, before he pulled back and lazily eyed Lucas over.<br/><br/><strong>”Turn around, but keep to the bed to keep your balance,”</strong>