Page 11 of Justice For Me

“Oh, my God,” she whispered in an excited voice. “I can’t believe we are even considering this. I feel so decadently wicked. Holy shit, I’m contributing to the debauchery of an almost minor!” She giggled like a schoolgirl.

“I’m twenty seven, Megan. I hardly call that a minor.” He knew she wasn’t talking about him.

Silence. Crickets. Not nary a sound…and then, “Did you just make a joke?” she asked in disbelief. “Hot damn, mother fucking, son of a bitch, you just made a joke! This boy really must be getting to you!”

“Ha. Ha,” he said drily. “I’m not that gloom and doom. Am I?” he asked as his eyes glanced at the television monitor to see the live feed he had of Justice. The stupid kid was squirming like a fish out of water and his cock still looked painfully hard, but his hand had never once stroked, cupped, or tweaked. He was being such a good boy.

“Ah, baby. I wouldn’t call you gloom and doom, more like fucking hot intense…all the time.”

“Shit. I’m pretty sure that’s just the sugar-coated version of gloom and doom,” he countered.Was he that fucking bad?

“Enough talk about shit that doesn’t matter. I love you just the way you are and I’ll love you if you change, too. Now, let’s talk about what you have planned for the boy tomorrow so that I can get myself worked up into a frenzy and you can talk me through my orgasm, okay?”

“Skype,” he growled. “I’ve got to see this.”

At precisely five in the morning, Malachi’s eyes opened wide and he slung his legs over the bed to begin his morning routine. Every morning of his adult life, he woke up at five am, exercised for an hour, showered, prepared his breakfast, and then read the world news on his iPad as he ate his one piece of toast, two strips of bacon, and fried egg. He knew the brat down the hall made fun of his need for schedules and plans, but it was simply how he did things, how he’d always done things. He certainly didn’t see the need to change something that had been proven to work damned well.

A muffled thump sent his body into high alert. His eyes immediately went to the monitor as his hand scooped up his gun. Squinting, he saw what the problem was, the kid was having some kind of nightmare and was about to strangle his sexy neck with the chains and collar hooking him in place. Slipping his gun back into place, he hurried to Justice’s room before any serious damage could be done. Hell, the kid couldn’t even sleep without being a pest…a fucking sexy pest, but a pest nonetheless.

By the time he reached the room, the nightmare had Justice in a frenzy of flailing arms and legs. His head jerked from side to side, tugging the collar tightly with each wild movement. Malachi straddled his chest and grabbed both his upper arms and held them tightly to the bed. “Justice! Justice, wake up! It’s a nightmare,” he said in the loudest, calmest voice he thought would be best to handle the situation. Lean muscles flexed beneath him as Justice continued to struggle as he fought to wake up and Malachi couldn’t help but admire how lovely it felt to have him squirming beneath him, regardless of what was causing the sexy gyrations. The kid’s hard cock was bumping right up against his ass…which he didn’t like at all. A bottom, he was not.

Releasing one of his arms, he gripped the boy by the chin and forced his head to stay perfectly still. “Justice, I need you to wake up. Now,” he growled in his Dom voice. Pretty pale blue eyes popped open obediently. They were groggy and the pupils were slightly dilated, but he’d responded immediately.

“What are you doing? Why are you on top of me? Did you sneak in here to ride the pony express?”

His boy was annoying even when he was sleepy and his heart was thundering from whatever nightmare had been tormenting him. A horrible thought just dawned on him, what if Justice was a Travis? Could he deal with that all the time? Please don’t let him be a Travis. Karma couldn’t be that big of a bitch, could she? Oh, and his sleepy voice was sexier than fuck.

He rolled off him and began unlocking the latches that hooked to his thick leather collar. “You were having a nightmare and about to choke yourself with all your ridiculous girlie thrashing. Do you have nightmares often? Is this yet another thing I have to worry about when dealing with your annoying ass?” As soon as the locks were opened, he stood up, putting some safe distance between them before he rolled the kid over, raised that ass up in the air, and fucked it good and hard. A good morning fuck was not in the plan he and Megan had made last night…and they had a really good plan.

“Shit, I need to piss,” Justice grumbled as he tumbled from the bed, nearly tripping as his legs got caught up in the cocoon of blankets he’d somehow managed to burrito himself in during the night. Righting himself, he then slammed right into Malachi’s chest as he tried to make his way to the bathroom. “What? Please don’t tell me you like to watch people go to the bathroom because that’s just creepy, dude. I’ll usually try anything once but I don’t think I even want to give that one the one-chancer opportunity.”

“I asked you a question. Answer me,” Malachi said coldly. He was furious that they hadn’t told him that Justice was having nightmares. He could have really hurt himself last night. He couldn’t fucking keep him safe if he didn’t have all the information.

Justice shrugged. “I’ve had a few since the shit show I witnessed at the shit house. No biggie. Now, can I piss? It’s already bad enough that you won’t let me take care of this cock-sucking hard on I’ve been sporting since last night. Surely you’ll let a poor kid take a morning pee?”

“Was your father or other handlers aware of the nightmares?”

“It isn’t anybody’s business but mine. Anyway, they were babysitters, not handlers. Pee is seriously about to run down my leg. I’ll probably even get some on you, collateral damage.”

“It’s my business,” Malachi growled as he shoved the smart-mouthed asshole toward the bathroom door. “Everything about you is now my business. Don’t keep secrets from me.”

Justice stood in front of the toilet and Malachi stood at the bathroom door, glaring his usual glare. A full minute ticked by.

Justice took a deep breath and started talking. “Okay, here’s what you need to know. For reasons that I can’t begin to understand, I think it is fucking hot that you are declaring that I’m your business and that I’m not allowed to keep secrets from you. So, I’m giving you a big fucking ‘yes, sir’ to your demand to not keep secrets, but I am not pissing in front of you. It’s just weird.” He glanced at the thick watch around his wrist and continued, “You’ve got some serious shit problems that you need to deal with, so I think you can put humiliating me in the bathroom a little lower on your bucket list. It is already five nineteen in the morning and you haven’t done the first sit up, push up, or all that other shit you do before you hit your shower at precisely six am. If you don’t shake your pretty little ass down the hall, you’re going to get so far behind that you won’t be able to catch up…ever again.”

Malachi literally had to bite the inside of his jaw to keep the grin from freeing itself. “I’m going to take a ruler to your cock tonight for that smart ass comment, pretty. Be prepared,” he warned and then stalked out of the room before he wasn’t able to hide how easily he could be manipulated by something so pretty and submissive. Glancing at his watch, he picked up his pace. The cute little bastard was right, he’d have to hustle if he was going to be able to perform an adequate workout and still make it to the shower at six.

Almost two hours later, Justice sat on the couch, in the exact spot where his head had been crammed face-down into the cushions while Malachi had spanked his ass last night, and flipped through one of the boring business magazines that had been left behind by some poor Christian Grey wannabe. Business and finances, boring beyond words. The magazine in his hands was slowly sucking the life out of his body until there would be nothing left but an empty shell.

Across from him, Malachi thumbed through his iPad, probably reading something as equally boring as the magazine sucking the life from him, and sipped his coffee…one fourth a cup of creamer and two teaspoons of sugar. As best he could tell, this one cup of morning coffee was probably Malachi’s only vice. Smiling, he bet it pissed the shit out of him that he needed that one cup every morning…at exactly six thirty am.

They had spent four mornings together in Boringsville, USA and every morning had been exactly the same. Malachi had eaten his same breakfast and ignored every question or comment he sent his way. If he was lucky, there might be an occasional grunt for a response. He wasn’t sure what he had expected this morning, but it wasn’t this, not this same cold indifference that greeted him every morning. Hell, he’d let the guy spank his bare ass and jerk him off last night! If he did that to a girl, he had to at least buy her dinner and pretend to be interested in the latest reality television show. The arrogant fucker had even fingered his ass last night. Sure, he hadn’t gone all the way in, but there’d been some definite fingering. Backdoor action with the chicks meant at least three horrendous hours of shopping, listening to her babble about what she wanted and watching her try on shit that he was going to have to buy if he was going to nail that ass. Surely fingering called for something north of a grunt but south of a shopping trip, didn’t it?

“Sooooo…about last night? Weird, huh?” What the fuck else could he say? Dude, I totally loved getting my bare ass spanked and thank you very much for rubbing one off for me. By the way, could we do it again tonight? And tomorrow? Maybe the night after that?

“Not weird, no.”

Not another word followed. He didn’t even look up from his stupid iPad. The fucker could have at least complimented his ass and how well it took a spanking. Hell, he’d complimented a many of asses in his day…just to get to touch that ass again.

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