The words felt like they washed over Drake and he drank them in like a man in the desert his eyes showing clearly the desperate need for approval as he whimpered with Gabe’s soft coaxing. “I want to be your good boy sir... please allow me to be. Show me how.” He pleaded breathlessly just as he was dragged forward with some force and put over Gabe’s knee. All the resistance that the angel had been so used to experiencing with the vampire vanished and Drake melted under the attention. He was not prone to being a bratty sub, he liked the rules and order and giving up control.<br/><br/>The pain also helped and as the cock was shoved back inside him his whole body shivered as he clenched around it but knew better than to be beg quite yet. With his hands behind his back as ordered he kept himself balanced on Gabe’s lap breathing hard already as he knew what was coming and could almost taste the heat, pain, tension, and desire. Despite all the scars that Gabe had seen Drake’s ass was in remarkably great shape. Well rounded with just the right amount of jiggle it was clear why any Dom might be tempted into spanking him and just the one smack against the pale flesh left just a vivid color. Getting one that word, “One.” He waited for the next on pins and needles knowing it was going to drive that dildo deeper inside and make him work for it.<br/><br/>In this moment, as strange as it was, he felt like he could be in love with Gabriel just as the man started to take him apart, turn him inside out, and he hoped piece him back together. The next smack was counted “Two.” And Gabe would feel that the masochists pain tolerance wasn’t bad at all, even as each spank made him feel so full with muscles clenching and flexing he would whimper and moan but not break position even as he was sure his cock was going to leaking all over Gabe’s leg at this rate.