It seemed that the time for playful teasing had come to an abrupt end. The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly, growing heavier and more intense as Ethan Caldwell decided to assert his dominance. His large hand descended through the air, landing a sharp, resounding smack against the soft, rounded curve of Julian Sterling's buttocks. The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed crisply in the quiet space, a stinging reminder of who was in control.
"Turn around." Ethan commanded, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly register that brooked absolutely no refusal. It was the tone of a king addressing his subject, or perhaps a master instructing his possession: "Lift your hips higher. I want to see exactly how that greedy little mouth of yours swallows me whole."
