"That all?" Kavinsky laughed. Getting slapped around a bit sounded great, but that wasn't a reinforcement of any sort of manners. He took the hand off his cock and reached over to touch Jack's thigh, squeezing, working his fingers slowly up toward Jack's cock.

"Gotta tell me what you want me to do. Make sure I do it just how you like. We're working on manners here, right? So, where can I touch? How long do I gotta wait before I get to come? That sort of thing."