Flynn turned, slowly advancing on Samuel, forcing the angel one step at a time backwards toward the bed. He could tell Samuel was enjoying having the tables turned. As much as he loved the game his scrumptious little angel planned, he also understood Samuel tended to seek him out when the angel wanted to give up the leadership role. He was greatly aroused by Samuel’s desire to take the lead, to be the dominant, but it was time to turn the tables and make the angel melt.
Something he happened to know how to do with the tiniest amount of effort.