“Please fuck me, Daddy,” he said.
Only, it wasn’t loud enough.
In fact, it was now silent in the bathroom, and the person who had come in had definitely not left.
“I’m sorry, what, Tala?” Gene asked. “I don’t think I heard you. I need more description,” he said, reaching down and pinching one of Ethan’s sore nipples.
He moaned.
“Please fuck me like I deserve, Daddy. I need your cock in my ass.”
And there it was.
The desperation won.
And this just got interactive.
“I’ll give you fifty to let me fuck him,” the voice said from the other side of the door.
And Ethan gasped.
Why?
Because in that moment, he wasn’t sure if Gene would let that happen, and he didn’t like how it made him feel. For a brief second, the idea turned him on.
“Sorry, but I don’t share my fuck toys,” he said.
The voice didn’t give up, and Gene was pointing at his dick like Ethan should be doing something.
Mainly blowing him.
“Can I watch?”
Gene began fucking Ethan’s face, hard, and his lover moaned as he was deepthroating his cock as someone was in the room.
“Pass,” he said, holding his badge up over the door, and then hearing the man.
“Shit,” he muttered, as he ran.
And ran fast.
Gene stared down at him.
“I’m going to take you to a place where I can fuck you in public, and no one will know it’s us,” he admitted. “Then, I’m going to make you beg from your knees there, Tala. Because until training is over, you’re my slut.”
Ethan moaned, and his body was vibrating.
Since Gene was close, he closed his eyes, grabbed Ethan’s hair, and drove his cock down his throat as he came.
Oh, and he came hard.
This was the hottest moment for him, and he loved how malleable and willing Ethan was.
That.
Took.
Trust.
