Tom squirmed helplessly at the sensation, too light and yet too much and so, so needed. His bells jingled happily and his nipples hurt and the room was so bright, Gabe’s eyes so wide and pretty…“Please,” Tom whimpered. “Sir, Gabe, please.”
Gabe kept teasing him with the ends, as if he’d never seen anything quite so wonderful as Tom squirming and whining. “Five more, was it?” The leather danced along over his aching prick, along his belly, up over his nipples, and back down. “Was it five? I’m pretty sure it was.” Up and down and over, teasing sensation out of Tom, making him writhe with it, wanting more.
That wasn’t right, was it? Tom had all but lost track again, his body burning with need, with the heat that Gabe was giving him. Tom moaned. “You…” Could he even takefive more, especially with the flogger? He shook his head hard enough to jangle the bells. “Three, Sir. Please.”