Ethan knew if they didn’t find ways to charge those batteries, they’d not make it long in the FBI. There was a reason twenty percent tapped out at the ten-year mark, and few made it to twenty-five.
Gene wanted to make sure Ethan always had free will. Owning someone didn’t mean making them lose their right to choice.
Ethan was still driving his own bus.
It meant the ability to choose the journey you took with them.
Oh, and this was going to be fun, bumpy road filled with kinky potholes.
That was for damn sure.
“Do you still want that?” he asked. “Because a lot can be said during the heat of the moment, and that’s okay. Sexy talk is allowed. Desires change.”
Oh, but his hadn’t.
Ethan knew what he wanted.
He wanted it all.
“Yes, I want that. How do we make that fantasy happen?” he asked, meaning him coming home after a rough day and being able to stop thinking.
With Gene.
“I want to learn all of the ways to be your bottom. Can you teach me?” he asked. “I want to live as Tala for a while. I feel happy when I’m him. I’m wanted and loved.”
Gene lifted his chin, and kissed him tenderly. Then, he forcefully took his mouth, making the man submit. He didn’t do battle, but he opened for him.
When the kiss was broken, Ethan moaned.
“That. I want that. All of the time. I want your belt around my neck, your dick in my ass, and for you to own every orgasm I need.”
Gene stayed on his one arm, staring into his eyes. He could see the peace there.
“You need it?”
Ethan nodded.
How did he articulate exactly how much he needed that from him?
HOW?
“I need it all. I need the chastity belt, the cock cage, and the humiliation. I need you to stare at me like you did last night, and to know that you love me so much. I feel safe. I feel…whole. I haven’t felt that in my life before. I always felt like I was chasing who Ethan was. Now, I get to be him. This is Ethan. I’m finally him, Gene, and I’m finally happy with who he is.”
Gene wanted him to always feel that.
Everyone deserved that.
It broke his heart that Ethan had to pretend all of his life, when all someone had to do was just give him the chance to flourish and grow.
And feel wanted.
When he went to beg him for it, Gene stopped him, already knowing what he was going to say. If anything, Ethan Blackhawk was predictable.
“Stop.”
Ethan closed his mouth.
“I’m sorry no one ever taught you that it was okay to ask for pleasure. It’s okay to want something, and to expect your partner to give it to you.”
