When Vasha ran her hands over his chest, Gabriel rolled his eyes in a playful way.<br/><br/>"Don't start with me, Vasha.  I remember that you were taking everyone's cock when I first met you, and you weren't complaining.  Yeah, you think I forgot how you like to take three cocks at the same time?  I suppose I should feel something in the way of flattery now.  I do.  See, now you're acting the way I wanted you to act in front of the boys.  To make things worse, now, I'm coming down from a murderous high and you're antagonizing me with your selfishness."   Gabriel stalked back and forth, pondering the new situation as it presented itself.<br/><br/>Gabriel turned to face Vasha, his masculinity dangling like a rope at his pelvis.  His eyes narrowed with mischief.<br/><br/>"I've decided that I must punish you."  Gabriel casually walked to a booth, tossing the occupants out.  He then sat down, spreading his legs and draping his wrists across his knees.   "Come on,"  he said, patting his lap.   "Come to daddy's lap, baby."   Gabriel licked his flesh palm.   "Daddy has to spank you."