Chapter 47

“True,” Gabe said, his eyebrows going up. “Sir.” That was spoken with extreme gentleness, at complete odds with the sting along Tom’s ass. “Iknow who you are. I’m wondering, however, if you do. Who are you?” And he punctuated that with another snap of the strap, along Tom’s thigh, and that was, God, that was breathtakingly worse, against the tight muscle.

Tom hissed and squirmed a little. “I’m Tom Hampton,” he tried, through gritted teeth. “Sir.”

“Hmm,” Gabe said, unimpressed. “It’s a good enough name, I suppose. Gives you something to sign at the bottom of a contract. Who are you, under that, Tom Hampton? Who are you, really?” His hands went to Tom’s belt, unfastened it. Unzipped Tom’s pants and carefully pushed them down around his thighs. The underwear went next until Tom was mostly naked, his pants pooled around his knees, which was awkward and vaguely humiliating.

Oh, this was going to hurt, because he still had no idea what Gabe was pushing for. “Sir, I don’t…I’m a lawyer?”