"Don't speak." That coolness is back again in his voice, the order given dispassionately as the belt connects with the meat of Tom's ass. "Say the word if you have to. Otherwise be quiet." He doesn't want distractions. He wants to hear the sound of leather on flesh, Tom's gasps and hurt sounds, his own shallow breathing.

God, it's been so long since he's done this. It's all he can do to hold it back.