Page 150 of All the Broken Bones


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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.”