Chapter Nine #2
“Well, you have one now, Baby,” he said. “I’m going to be whatever you need. If you need to be topped, we’ll do it. If there comes a day you feel dominant, take the reins. We’re not cemented down. We get to be fluid in our sexuality. There’s no right or wrong.”
Ethan took his hand in his, and kissed their twined fingers. He knew what a gift this was, and he’d never forget this man’s heart.
“I love you,” he admitted. “I love you more each day, and one day, my heart will explode from it because I’ll love you more than anything in the whole world.”
Gene got the tears then.
His eyes filled, and he couldn’t love this man more than he already did.
“You’re my other half, EJ. No one will judge your needs. If you need filthy and kinky, well…I’m your ride or die. We’ll learn it together. You’re going to be pleasantly surprised since I’m a pervert, and already experienced a lot of things.”
And that was why Ethan felt safe.
Gene would navigate this, and all he had to do was experience it.
“Thank you for teaching me,” he said. “I’m a lucky guy.”
Oh, he was the lucky guy. Ethan was a catch, and he couldn’t believe the man didn’t see that.
“I’ll teach you how to live as a submissive, and when you’ve had enough of it, we can switch back. I don’t mind being what you need.”
He needed to know.
“Will I be enough for you, though. Because I can’t lose you, Gene. I can’t watch you slip away and know it was because I chose my pleasure over yours. I’d rather not be whole and have you than be whole without you.”
He tucked some of his hair behind his ear and reassured him.
The people who broke this man…
They should have their asses kicked.
If Gene could go back in time and unbreak Ethan, he would.
In.
A.
Heartbeat.
“I have news for you, EJ. I am getting more pleasure out of this than anyone. I’m going to be the one who takes your ass in a bondage club as people watch.
I’m going to be the one who gets all the blowjobs as your magnificent cock is locked in a cage.
If my partner, the man who will one day be my husband, needs this, then I should be supplying it.
Period. You get to ask, and receive. That’s a partnership. ”
For the first time in his life, he was learning that he could trust people not to drop him.
Like his father.
Like his grandfather.
Like his brother.
Feeling safe and loved was the most amazing feeling in the world. Because he needed to, Ethan crawled closer, and nuzzled him.
They cuddled for a few minutes.
It was when Gene’s hand landed sharply on Ethan’s ass that the man focused.
“Let’s get you out of that chastity belt and get showered. We have to work today, and saying those words sucks for me. Trust me, that’s the opposite of what I want to say.”
Ethan just laughed, and he knew he’d enjoy the day regardless.
He was with Gene.
Getting out of bed, he held out his hand, and Gene took it. Then, he picked up the little key that unlocked the chastity belt.
“Can I wear it again?” he asked, taking a chance and trusting what the man had said about deserving the right to ask for what he needed. “Because I like it.”
Gene nodded.
“Absolutely. Would you like to be free from it today, or would you like something else to torture you?”
He bit his lower lip, and all Gene could think was how goddamn sexy he was.
How he didn’t know that was befuddling.
All the tattoos…
That innocence...
Gene loved that he was the one who was going to be the person who taught him how to be a submissive. That would be special.
You always remembered the master who made you.
ALWAYS.
“I think I’d like to be surprised. I want you to decide, and me to obey,” he said, choosing.
Well, that worked for him.
“So be it, Tala.”
For now, they needed to be presentable so they could get interviews done.
It was going to be a long day.
As he got the belt off of him, he put his hand on the part of the vibrating dick that was in his ass. It was barely buzzing.
Someone wore those batteries out.
That was impressive.
Slowly, he began removing it from his ass, and as he did, Ethan whimpered.
“I’m sorry. Is it hurting?” he asked, pausing in case it was.
Ethan shook his head.
“No, it feels so good. It’s making me want to cum again,” he admitted. “I think you practice witchcraft in your downtime. I should be empty. I’m not.”
Oh, he wished.
If he practiced witchcraft, his dick would be perpetually hard, and they’d be filthy rich, so they didn’t have to work.
Someone get him a genie and a lamp.
To reward his lover, Gene pulled him into his body, and nuzzled him.
“Go shower. I’ll get us coffee, and then I’ll shower after you. No jerking off to cum. I own your dick,” he reminded him.
Oh, he liked that.
A lot.
Ethan headed in, and as he did, Gene watched his hot man walk across the room, his hair kissing his shoulders, and his ass right there to be admired.
Good God.
Ethan Blackhawk should be illegal.
If everyone had an Ethan, there would be lots of happy people in the world.
Thank God, he had the original and only one.
When the bathroom door closed, Gene pulled on clothes to go get them coffee from the coffee cabana across the beach.
It was quiet out, and people were still sleeping.
Lucky them.
Had it not been for this case, they’d be napping, fornicating, and cumming. Now, they were working, fornicating when Gene could find time, and trying to find a killer.
That wasn’t nearly as fun.
Since he had work on the brain, he pulled out his phone, and he texted Corbin, telling him that he’d call the police station so that he could head there at any point.
Gene knew that he and Ethan had a date at the FBI office first thing, before they were dropped into this case.
He needed a gun, and autopsy reports.
There was no way he was doing this case without both of those things.
When his phone chimed, he read the message that had just come in.
‘I’m surprised you’re up. No, I’m not shocked you’re up. I’m shocked you’re working. I hope you untied Ethan and set him free. We’ll head there in a little bit. I’ll check in with you after I talk to the homicide captain.’
Gene wasn’t going there.
It wasn’t fun when it was easy, and Corbin was pretty much an easy mark to bust.
Grabbing two coffees, he made a mental note to call Greyson after he got to the office and harassed the ME for the autopsy of last night’s agent.
He was curious if Gabe was suspicious or not, but he wasn’t willing to put that in a text, asking him.
Just.
In.
Case.
The Dragon Slayer would absolutely have IT print out their texts and snoop.
He was a bitch like that.
As he carried the coffees back, and unlocked the door to their room, he was surprised when he walked in. He’d been running the day’s plans through his head from interviews to the things he needed to do, and he’d been caught off guard.
Ethan was there, on his knees, waiting for him.
Holy shit.
Gene’s dick went into the upright position from that submissive pose and how his man had given him that gift without him even asking.
Someone wasn’t kidding.
He wanted to live this life.
And now, so did Gene.
“Tala, I brought you coffee. Come thank me,” he said, and his sexy submissive did that.
Gene handed him the cup, and told him to get up. He needed a shower, and while he’d love to get head, and crawl back into bed, that wasn’t happening.
Later.
Gene would prioritize sexy fun in the middle of the day to keep the vacation memories going.
“Come in the bathroom with me. Keep me company,” he said, to the very naked man.
His dick was erect, and it was clear that he was having a good time with this new game they were playing.
So was Gene.
All he could hope was it lasted a while. They both had much to learn about each other, and this lifestyle.
In the shower, Gene washed his hair, and enjoyed the hot water as it came down his body. There was nothing like a good shower after a night of no sleep.
“Get my shaving things ready. You’re going to shave me this morning,” he said, glancing over at a very naked Ethan sitting on the edge of the bathroom sink.
He didn’t hesitate.
“Yes, Daddy.”
When he hopped off, Gene would be lying if he said he wasn’t incredibly turned on by this. Someone was giving off submissive vibes, and he was here for it.
It reminded him of their previous agreement.
Normally, he took care of Ethan in the morning, and now, they were changing it up.
Most definitely.
“Anymore, Tala, when we wake up in the morning, I want you to be giving me head. Your first thing for the day is to service me, and then, you’ll spend the rest of the day in training. If we’re off, I’ll change it up, but if we work, expect lowkey torment. Is that what you want?”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Absolutely. I trust you and know you’ll make sure I’m safe.”
Oh, he would.
Gene would always protect this man.
ALWAYS.
As he wrapped a towel around his waist, he focused on him.
“I want to get you tattooed,” he admitted. “I want a symbol or something that matches mine. So that we will always remember who owns you.”
Ethan glanced over.
“Yes, please.”
That purr in his voice was enough to give Gene chills. He wondered if Ethan realized how powerful he was in this relationship.
Because he was.
To get ready, Gene leaned against the counter, and his sexy man got his face ready to be shaved. With gentle fingers, he smeared shaving cream on his face, and the whole time, Ethan was pressed to his body.
Yeah, this was nice.
“What would you like to get as a tattoo?” Gene asked, as he enjoyed the intimacy of this man running a razor over his face.
He didn’t hesitate.
“Anything you think is appropriate. I already have a lot of ink, so we can tuck it somewhere on my body. I think it should be more prevalent to what you want since you don’t have as much ink. All you have is the tattoo on your ribs that you got for Christmas for me.”
Gene knew the truth.