“I’m being good!” Tom protested. “You didn’t say I couldn’t talk!”
“No,” Gabe said, gently. He stood up, ran a line of wet kisses up Tom’s back, flexing his fingers until his knuckles cracked. “You’re pushin’. Tryin’ to direct things from the bottom. You forget who’s in charge here, baby.”
He hesitated, then cupped his hand on the curve of Tom’s ass. He had permission to hurt Tom in a fun way, but this would be the first time he’d ever deliberately done it, especially as punishment, and not in the throes of passion. Deep breath, and then he pinched Tom’s ass, hard, with a little twist at the end as his fingers slid off. The spot turned white, then red and spread pink across Tom’s ass cheek.
“Ow, shit!” Tom pushed up onto his toes, trying to get away from the sharp tweak, straining, then sagged back into position. “Okay, okay, I’ll behave, I’ll be good!”
Gabe pushed the spot, flexed his fingers again, threatening a second pinch. “Sir,” he corrected, deceptively gentle.