" Marcus had pushed Gabi on her knees. Kim stared at him. This wasn’t the ever so polite Southerner she’d stayed with. His blue eyes were icy as he told Gabi her diversion had caused his beer to get warm, and that was simply unacceptable. “Your beer got warm?” Scowling up at her dom, Gabi pushed her hair out of her eyes. “God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?” “That does it.” He grabbed her hair and pushed her toward the cockpit. Kim grinned. The pampered doms wanted a comfortable bench to sit on to punish their subs. "
― Cherise Sinclair , To Command and Collar (Masters of the Shadowlands, #6)