The power between them.Jax CarterAge: 39Height: 6’3”Build: Broad-shouldered, thick forearms, clean-lined muscle under tailored clothesCock: 9 inches, wide at the base, slow to rise, devastating when it doesAss: Firm, high, untouched—he gives the orders, not the holesJax is control in its purest form. He waits. Gay porn Not naked—just stripped. Controlled. “That yours?”“Yes, sir,” the man whispered.Tre’s tone didn’t change. Didn’t drink it.Then he stepped behind the sub again.“You ever had your mouth used before your body?”“Yes, sir.”“You ever been denied after that?”The sub hesitated. Back straight.”Jax followed.Tre moved behind him, dropping to one knee, letting his hands trail up Jax’s thighs, over his hips, gripping the firmness of that ass. One palm on Jax’s shoulder, the other gripping his hip. Watching.“Can I speak?” Tre asked.Jax’s voice came cool, but low. No trace of Jax anywhere, but the room still held him. But with presence.”Jax’s breath caught.“Say it back.”“You’re going to fuck me. Suite 47.No jock this time. Said I wasn’t ready for his hands yet. No music.But there was someone waiting.Tre’s eyes landed on him instantly—mid-30s, smooth brown skin, gym-cut frame, arms cuffed behind his back, knees spread on a velvet cushion in the center of the room.
