“We have another death that matches this one. A local cop was found not far away on another beach. He died a week ago.”
That was interesting.
A Fed.
A cop.
Gene needed more.
“What was his name?” he asked, trying to focus, but now, the filthiest things were being whispered into his ear, and he wanted to do all of them.
Corbin rattled it off.
“Detective Aaron Figueroa,” he offered. “The media just has that he washed ashore, and that’s it, but hella suspicious. The details are slim if none.”
Gene was trying to think, but Ethan was making it difficult.
Damn.
Difficult.
“Anyone else?” he asked.
The man kept searching, and the whole time, Will was curious.
“Is he okay?” he asked, intently watching the interaction. Normally, Ethan was reserved. He’d hold Gene’s hand, or be thigh-to-thigh with him, but the man was in his lap, and definitely not paying attention to them.
Gene just laughed.
“No, he’s anything but okay. I upped the weight on the nipple clamps,” he said. “Show the nice guests, Tala,” he ordered, hoping it would freak Corbin out and he’d haul ass out of there.
They could research when the sun came up. Now, all Gene wanted was for Ethan to go down.
ON HIM.
At Gene’s command, Ethan stopped what he was doing, and lifted his shirt. Both men looked, and Corbin whistled.
“They look heavy.”
Oh, they were.
And Ethan never wanted this feeling to end. His whole body was tingling. With each movement he made, they swayed, pulling his aroused nipples down to punish them.
He was moving intentionally to stay turned on like he was. Yeah, Ethan was going to go wild once he was set free.
IFhe was set free.
A part of him wanted Gene to keep tormenting him to see how much he could take.
“Uh, what’s that around his waist?” Corbin asked, catching the little gold embellishment sticking out over the waistband of his jeans.
Will knew.
So, he told him.
“It’s a chastity belt.”
As soon as he said that, his boyfriend looked over as if he’d misheard him.
