He heard the pain.
In that misery, he understood.
“I’ll never leave again. I promise. I’ll wear it for you, and I’ll let you own me. I need someone to want me that much. I need someone to control those fears, so I don’t have to think.”
Gene lifted a brow.
“Someone?” he asked, his hand landing on Ethan’s already red cheek.
His body reacted as he shivered in pleasure.
“You,” he whispered. “I need you to want me and possess me. Please,” he begged.
Well, that was better.
Handing it to him, Ethan put the rosary over his neck a couple times so it was more collar-like, and less dangly. While it meant nothing to him religiously, it meant everything to him as someone who was loved.
Gene took few things seriously other than work. His beliefs were his core.
“We’re one,” he said. “Don’t forget it.”
Oh, Ethan wouldn’t.
The cross rested on his raven, and they looked good together.
Before Ethan could say a word, Gene shoved him off of him and pushed him to the arm of the couch.
“And now, I’m going to fuck my property in punishment,” he stated.
Ethan felt his legs being pulled apart as he was pressed to the arm of the couch. There was the feel of Gene’s dick and then a wetness from some spit.
Before he could even moan, there was that long, hard thrust into him. They both shouted so loudly, they didn’t hear the tires in the gravel driveway, or the engine being shut off.
“You will never run from me again!” Gene said, fucking him with rough, punishing strokes.
He drove into him, hitting that one spot over and over again to punish him even more.
The whole time, Ethan whimpered, his dick rubbing against the arm of the couch as he hung precariously from it. Dangling was the rosary, and it hit him in the face from the sheer force of Gene’s strokes.
The whole time, it made him feel…
Safe.
Once more, Gene saved him again.
And he’d love him forever for it.
As Gene fucked him, he warned him what would happen if they continued to play these games. While he understood running out of fear, someone’s behavior had to be modified.
Ethan would learn to runTOWARDhim.
Not away.
If it was the last thing he ever taught him.
“You are mine, and if you make me chase again, you willNOTlike how angry it makes me. I will come for you, but the punishment will be far more severe!”
There was no mincing of words.
