Chapter 48

“Very nice,” Gabe told him. He took up the flail, ran the soft leather tails through his hand, then traced them down Tom’s spine, a dozen little twitchy, tickly ends until he brushed over Tom’s ass with them. “I know you need to get out of your head an’ stay there. So, this is what I was thinkin’. Since it took you so long t’ remember who you are, think I’ll remind you. I got a use for that mouth of yours. And then,” he ran his hand over Tom’s back, followed by the tails of the flogger again, “I might mark up this back of yours. Won’t hurt quite as much, an’ I can get a good rhythm going. Think you can take…at least thirty, that way. Might take a break for a bit, finger you open an’ put a plug in you. That’ll be fun, right? Watch you start squirming an’ aching for it, while I finish off your stripes. What do you think of that, baby?”

Funwasn’t quite the word, but it did sound good. Tom was already panting, just thinking about it. “Yes, Sir, I’d…That sounds perfect. Thank you, Sir.”