Two chairs. To feel what I choose.”“Yes, sir.”Tre stepped back once, picked up a leather paddle from the table. Gay sex His eyes were closed, tears streaking as his body begged for release.Tre looked into the mirror.Their eyes locked.“You stroking for me now?” Tre asked.Jax didn’t smile. 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. Jax sat there, watching Tre’s every move in the glass.And then… he did something Tre had never seen him do.He unzipped his pants. Not nervous. Said Tre was ready to take the lead. Not fast. A five-star chef who lives for precision, timing, and heat—and that extends to the men he trains. “I’m going to fuck you. The sound of it filled the room—wet, thick, real. And started stroking.Slow. The sub stayed kneeling, thighs trembling now, cock twitching without permission.“Put your face to the floor. “I feel it.”“That’s the thing about dominance,” Jax said. Two glasses. How to beg just to see if you’ll deny him. Just presence.”Tre stared.His jaw flexed. “The scene?”“No.” Jax finally turned. He just watched—and waited.Because Jax knows something Tre’s still learning:Real power doesn’t move fast.It moves with purpose.What begins as a private test behind closed
