With Gabriel laid out like this, Paul's mind turned to Jean Baptiste Marie Pierre and his depictions of Jupiter, skin so pale it glowed with it's own celestial light, body reposed just so to inspire the eye to travel, to follow, to caress. Paul did just that, letting his dark gaze wander down the planes of Gabriel's back, following the serpentine spine to the gorgeous swell of his ass, to the milky expanse of his thighs, to the supple curve of his calves.<br/><br/>What art. What beautiful, breathtaking artistry. A masterpiece meant only for Paul. His secret, sacred, private collection.<br/><br/>Paul stared for a long while, long enough that Gabriel might squirm in anticipation. When he did, Paul reached over and flicked the toy with casual force, a silent but pointed reminder to stay still.<br/><br/>He then returned to his pile of toys waiting on the table. A pair of leather cuffs were next, supple and lined with rabbit fur but strong enough that Gabriel could not slip from their grasp. Paul knelt to strap them to Gabriel's delicate ankles, then attached the chains from the bed post to them. It spread Gabriel's legs wide, enough of a stretch to keep him slightly unbalanced and completely exposed at all times.<br/><br/>Paul was mindful not to let his fingers brush against Gabriel's skin, denying him the pleasure of direct contact. Physical touch was a privilege he hadnt earned yet.<br/><br/>Once secured, Paul once again return to his little table. He had quite an assortment to choose from but he decided to start small. He picked up a black riding crop, the tool familiar in his hands. He did not bother to snap it in the air to test it out, he did not want to clue in Gabriel on what he would endure.<br/><br/>The strike came suddenly and without warning, the sound sharp as the leather tag connected with Gabriel's left ass cheek. It wasnt the hardest he's ever hit but it was not soft either. Paul did not wait for a reaction before hitting Gabriel once more, making clean, red lines across both cheeks.