Chapter 16

“Four,” Tom suggested, unable to keep from grinning. “That’s my opinion, Sir.”

“Riiiiight,” Gabe drawled. He moved away for a moment and when he came back, he rested something thin and probably leather, against Tom’s ass. “You think I’m a cheater. I remember.” Tom was getting ready to say something, but it vanished in a sudden hot lash against his right ass cheek as Gabe smacked him with the leather. The crack the leather made against his skin was impressive, and then the white sizzle of pain throbbed angrily.

“Oh, fuck,” Tom gasped. “The hell is that?” Was it something he’d never felt before, or was that just Gabe’s strength giving an old instrument new life?

Gabe held up the tool, a short strap of double-stitched leather with a bradded handle and a brass ring on the grip end. “Bridle strap. English leather. Nice, yeah?” Apparently, Gabe had done some shopping of his own.

“Very pretty,” Tom agreed hoarsely. “Stings like a sonovabitch.”