What he wasn’t expecting was to point at the floor and simply say, “Kneel here,” and for Tom to actually do it. Eyes downcast, he folded in on himself, wrists crossed at the small of his back and bending down until he was on his knees, sitting on his heels, chin down on his chest.
What Gabe further didn’t expect was the rush of heat and wanting that swept over him. Just from watchingTom. There was an intense, urgent need to kiss Tom, to possess that smart mouth, and Gabe realized with a shock that he could. Just because he wanted to. They’d already agreed to it.
Gabe squatted and gripped Tom’s chin with one hand. He knew that particularly turned Tom on, the way his grip could bite into Tom’s skin. There were thick calluses on Gabe’s palm, from his weapon use and martial arts training, entirely unlike Tom’s own supple and manicured fingers.
Hurting someone in a fun way.