Chapter Ten #4
The more he tormented him, the more it hurt, and the more it hurt, the more it turned him on. At that very moment, his balls ached, desperately needing release.
Gene was sadistic.
God.
He loved it.
What he wanted was the works. He wanted this man to punish him in ways he’d never thought of. Once that door was opened to him, Ethan became lost in all of the delicious things that could happen to him.
He craved them.
The more, the better.
“If we had more time, I’d beg you to fuck me, or better yet, my head would be in your lap, Daddy,” he whispered. “I would take your cock down my throat.”
Gene wasn’t unaffected by his words.
Oh, the opposite.
There was something so delicious about this man wantonly desperate to please him. Maybe this was his calling.
As Ethan’s master.
“Oh, Tala, you make Daddy very happy, and incredibly horny. I think we’re going to have a little lunch interlude,” he whispered. “Just some sleezy hookup where I fuck you and make you keep the cage on the whole time. That’s an excellent training lesson in control.”
Oh, God.
He hoped so.
And he hoped not.
It was a mix of both for Ethan because he wanted to desperately empty his balls for this man, but he also loved how sadistic he was, refusing to let him. It was torture, and he was getting off on that.
Ethan was enjoying every moment. It was like really prolonged foreplay, and if anything, he’d learned Gene was a master at it.
“Yes, please,” he whispered, as Gene tweaked one of his nipples, and his body bucked from the pain and pleasure. “Make me suffer for you. I’m desperate for you to make this as difficult on me as you can. I want to please you more than get pleasure myself.”
Oh, and he would.
The man could bet on that.
“Are you offering up some precum yet, Tala?” he asked, whispering in his ear. “Because I want you wet and feeling it.”
God.
He was.
The cage had a solid plastic tip to catch any precum, and Ethan could feel that wetness against the head of his dick. It was maddening.
This man did this to him.
He was so horny.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I am.”
Oh, that made Gene very happy.
“Definitely plan on something kinky around lunch time. I’ll plan accordingly. Be prepared to be on your knees for me, Tala.”
That hit him in the balls, and made him ache even more. The mere idea gave him that overwhelming need to do whatever Gene wanted.
“Promise?” Ethan whispered. “Make it dirty. I want to be your whore.”
Oh, well, he could bet on that.
There was no way Gene wasn’t taking him up on that offer. A wild Ethan was a hot fuck, and even though they had to work, that didn’t mean that bad boys couldn’t play in their downtime.
And he was the baddest boy of them all.
That was the truth.
“Motel? Car? Alley? Where do you want to be when Daddy fucks that ass of yours, Tala?” he asked. “Tell me all your dirty fantasies so I can make them come true.”
He shook.
Only, Ethan couldn’t decide.
“All of them are on my sexual bucket list with you,” he said, greedily. “Every. Single. One.”
Well, he would have to make that happen.
For.
His.
Toy.
Taking his hand, he placed Ethan’s finger over the bump in his pants. Gene wanted him to know how he affected him.
“If it weren’t for this case, you’d be tied to a lounger, and I’d be doing so many filthy things to your body. I know you love an audience, Tala. Now that I think back to when we went to Syn, undercover, you definitely liked everyone watching you.”
Oh, God.
He did.
The idea that men wanted him, and Gene wouldn’t share had been such a turn on. That’s why they’d had wild sex when he got him back to the motel.
“Didn’t it?” he asked.
He nodded.
“Yes,” he whispered, desperate to have this man’s hands on his body. He was so exhausted when it came to being an agent, and all he wanted was to put Ethan Blackhawk away, and be Tala for this week.
Gene played with his earlobe, knowing that his warm breath on Ethan’s sensitive spot on his neck was also tormenting him.
“Then, we’ll have to explore that too. My Tala is an exhibitionist, and that makes me wild as fuck. The idea of you being tied down in public and used is definitely exciting. Is that what you want, Tala? To be my toy?”
He nodded.
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
Well, then, he’d make that happen eventually. Only, there was a lot to do before then.
They’d begun this journey last night, and it would be a fun one.
“After you sign the contract,” he whispered. “When I own you, and I can do whatever I want to you, don’t think I won’t be. You, Tala, will be mine for my pleasure, and I can’t wait.”
He couldn’t either.
The mere idea of them going back to DC, and him being Gene’s for every whim and pleasure…
The man he loved was very giving when it came to sharing the love. There was no doubt he’d be WELL taken care of too.
“I want the contract,” he whispered, licking his lips. “More than you’ll ever know.”
Oh, well, he felt the same way.
“Done, Tala. Done.”
When they heard footsteps coming, Gene knew it would be Greyson. He knew the way the man walked. When he opened the door, they were back where he’d left them, but Ethan had moved his chair in, so the man didn’t see the massive bump in his pants.
His dick was fighting to be free. Then again, he really didn’t care who knew.
This was their vacation.
“Well, I just got off the phone with the homicide captain. He gave me the name of the case that Aaron Figueroa was working.”
They both held their breaths.
It was time to see if they were right.
Something.
Was.
Fishy.
Here.
As soon as Greyson said the name, they knew they’d gotten a big piece of this case, and now, they only had to run with it.
“Jaden Mendin’s homicide was the last thing Aaron Figueroa was working on before his untimely death. Sound familiar?”
Hot.
Freaking.
Damn.
It appeared that they were right, and Ethan’s hunch had paid off.
“So, the Fed was investigating the cop’s death, and the cop was investigating Jaden’s death. Now, we have the big question as to who the hell is Jaden Medin, and what does all of this mean?” Greyson asked.
That was the first question, and they were willing to bet it would take them down a rabbit hole before they even got all the answers.
Call it a hunch.
While they didn’t know, one thing was for sure. They were on the trail, and before this vacation was over, they’d have an answer.
The killer hadn’t been as sneaky as they thought.
He’d left a trail.
For them to follow, and that was what they did best.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Washington D.C.
The FBI Building
Same Time
Curiosity killed the boss, and for Gabe Rothschild, he always knew when someone was lying.
Every.
Single.
Time.
While every Fed had their own unique superpower, like Elizabeth could solve just about anything, and Gene could wrangle and tame the Blackhawk beast, he could feel a lie being thrown at him.
Like now.
It just tickled a part of his gut, and he would be alerted. After getting off of the phone with Greyson Croft the day before, he was bothered by something.
Deep down, he knew that Sasha Harper was scared stupid to lie to him. In fact, he had her locked around his pinkie, willing to do whatever he wanted.
It was the only way she could keep the life she had now, and she knew it. Desperation made people do just about anything.
Like sleep with Greyson Croft for information, and while he was hellbent on no agents getting tangled up, he’d allow that because her sole job was to watch—not fall in love with a Fed.
Because she wanted to keep her life as it was, he didn’t think she’d make up a story about Ethan and Gene being a couple, only for it to be false.
Something was definitely up with those two.
The day they told him about Javier Hughes, and the DVD of Ethan ‘pretending’ to grind on his partner, and give him head…
Something had set off that alarm in his brain, telling him what they said was off.
He knew when something was fake and real, and there was no doubt in his mind that Ethan and Gene were a couple.
And he had rules against that.
It wasn’t about them being gay. He could give two shits who people slept with, as long as they were NOT working together as a team.
It was dangerous.
It was stupid.
It costs lives.
It also caused a myriad of bullshit down the line when there was a messy breakup. While he was grateful that Gene was some snake charmer, and Blackhawk had calmed down, it was still against the rules.
And they knew that.
Yeah, he tolerated Elizabeth’s dalliance with her geeky ME, but she was effective in the field. She was also his friend and family.
So he let it slide, mostly because of that friendship. If it were up to him, he’d separate them so fast, heads would spin. His gut told him that the ME wouldn’t be able to not fuck this up with her, and at some point, he’d piss her off.
Again, one of his superpowers was just being able to know when there were bumps in the road.
He’d bet his career on it.
But the man had saved him in France, and he owed him a chance. As for Elizabeth, she’d not screwed up, getting herself hurt because she was distracted, so he let her keep going.
On top of that, she also had the common sense NOT to get caught.
Gene and Ethan…not so much.
They were terrible liars, clearly. At least put up a fight when the FBI said they were going to have to share an apartment.
Pretend to be outraged.
Lie and say that one of them was paying for an apartment because working with the other was more than enough time spent together.
What amused and horrified him was that Gene Cantrell worked vice before being stuck with Blackhawk, and MOST of his jobs had been undercover.
Someone either sucked at it, or didn’t care if he got caught.
Well, the dogs were being called out on the two men, and he was the dogs in this scenario.
What was a real bummer for Gabe was that he had plans for Ethan Blackhawk.
Big.
Ones.
They involved creating a dynasty by introducing him to Elizabeth LaRue.
They’d be perfect together.
He felt that to his core.
Now, he was stuck wondering if Ethan Blackhawk was gay, bi, or just bored as hell. He wasn’t going to judge, but this was a whole set of crazy.
Him and Gene Cantrell?
What?
For some reason, he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around it.
They seemed so…
Odd together.
In his head, that was a non-match, and almost as ridiculous as Elizabeth and Christopher.
Well, it wasn’t like he could ask him his sexual orientation. Like the military, the FBI was don’t ask and don’t tell. Oh, and HR had rules against that.
Oh, but Gabe knew how to prove his theory.
Honestly, Cantrell and Blackhawk worked well together. He wanted them to stay together, as long as they could keep it low-key and no one got hurt. That would be the deal breaker on this little entanglement.
So, he’d test it.
Oh, and their reaction would tell him all he needed to know.
So, it was time to plan.
It looked like ‘operation liar-liar pants on fire’ was about to begin. All it would take was testing them, and watching the fireworks.
Would he bend for them?
Yes.
Would he make sure they were well aware that they were under the microscope like LaRue and Leonard?
Yes.
Oh, and by the end, he’d either have two agents assigned to other partners, or he’d have them wrapped around his little finger too.
Because in DC, it wasn’t what you knew.
It was how you controlled it.