Page 18 of Justice For Me

Justice heard Malachi’s footsteps and then he heard nothing. He twisted his head from side to side, searching for the man that had trussed him up like a Thanksgiving turkey with the giblets still crammed up its ass but saw nobody. The fucker had left him alone.The fucker had left him alone!

“Malachi! This isn’t fucking funny! You’d better get your ass back in here and untie me!” He twisted and tugged at the restraints but his movements only succeeded in causing the plug to jostle around inside of him. He felt like a fucking fool. He’d trusted the fucker and the bastard had just toyed with him, put him a position to humiliate him.

“Settle, Justice,” Malachi said calmly when he walked back into the room, carrying a platter of grilled steak and steamed vegetables. His other hand held a bottle of red wine. “Unless I give you permission, you need to remain perfectly still and hold whatever position I’ve put you in.” He talked calmly as he spread out their dinner for the evening. Pouring himself a glass of wine, he sat in the empty chair at the dining table and began cutting the tender steak.

Justice blinked several times, wishing he could use his hands to punch the smug smile off the arrogant bastard. Malachi looked so fucking in control. His presence soothed him immediately. His cheek rested against the cold wood of the table as he studied Malachi’s movements. How could that bastard making cutting steak look so sexy?

“Have you settled down?” Malachi popped a piece of steak in his mouth and savored the tasty juices. “If we are going to play, you are going to need to trust me. Trust is the most important aspect of this type of relationship. I realize I haven’t had the opportunity to earn that yet, but you have to meet me half way. Don’t automatically suspect something negative. When I do something to you…to your body, it is to bring pleasure to both of us. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

Malachi cut another piece of steak and reached over and bumped it against Justice’s lips, nodding for him to open up. “Suck the juice off my fingers,” he ordered and nodded an approval when the boy obeyed.

“I thought we could spend some time talking over dinner, getting to know each other better. How does that sound?”

Justice frowned. This wasn’t exactly like any dinner he’d ever participated in. He didn’t suppose Malachi needed to be reminded that he was buck ass naked, hog-tied, and a plug crammed up his ass…but somebody needed to remind him! “Are you planning on leaving me like this? Over dinner? While we chit-chat?”

Malachi sat quietly, eating his steak and ignoring his boy. One bite and then another. He took another sip of wine that left him savoring the rich flavors of Dante’s expensive stock. Hell, he didn’t really like wine, more of a beer man himself, but wine seemed to fit the evening.

“Sir,” Justice finally added. “I forgot to say Sir, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did. Yes, I plan on leaving you like this over dinner. It’s a very beautiful and enticing vision for me. I’ll make certain you are fed properly, don’t worry.”

Yea, like being fed was anywhere in the top list of ten things he was currently worried about.“Okay, Sir.”

“So, Justice, we determined we don’t think you are gay, correct?”

Justice pondered the question. Hell, he’d asked himself that about a million times since the first second Malachi had slapped those cuffs on him at the bar. He didn’t think he was gay. He damn sure knew he still wanted to fuck girls…lots of girls. There was no doubting that, but…he was pretty sure he wanted Malachi. The man did weird things to parts of his body that normally just belonged to tits and ass bodies. “Yes, Sir. I really dig pussy. I like to touch it, fuck it, taste it, play with it…”

“I understand. You like pussy,” he deadpanned. “Bisexual then?”

Justice’s brow crinkled as he struggled with the simple question like he’d never considered the possibility of him being into both men and women. His teeth nibbled his bottom lip and Malachi felt his cock begin to grow. There were numerous levels to his boy. At times, he was arrogant and annoying, other times, he was innocent and shy. It was a dangerous combination.

“I don’t know, Sir. I’ve never wanted another dude before, never even really checked anybody out as far as I know…but I know my body responds to you. It has since I laid eyes on you that first time in the airport. You’re domineering and arrogant and it turns me the fuck on. Does that make me bisexual?”

Malachi almost smiled. “I guess we’ll see soon enough, won’t we? You enjoyed your spanking last night, didn’t you?”

Pink tinged the tips of Justice’s ears. “Yes, Sir. I’m pretty sure anybody within a one mile radius was aware of that.”

“You admit that you’ve researched the lifestyle on the internet, but have you ever tried it before? Have you allowed someone else to spank that pretty ass of yours, make it turn deliciously red while it squirms?”The answer had fucking better be no! If another man had touched this, Malachi couldn’t be responsible for his actions.

“It’s exactly what got my ass in the sling to begin with. I had booked a session with a dominatrix. I’d looked some shit up on the internet and I knew I liked the idea of submitting to someone…I just thought it was going to be a female. When I wasn’t really feeling it that day, I had started to think maybe I’d been wrong. Then you waltzed into my world and knocked my ass for a fucking loop. Sir.”

“You were seeing a dominatrix when you witnessed the murders?” Malachi snapped. He was fucking tired of not having all the facts. How the hell did Justice’s father not think it was important that he know the kid might be into the scene? Christopher knew that he and Dante were into BDSM. Hell, he was pretty sure Christopher was too.

Justice snorted. “I was naked and kneeling, but that was as far as it had gotten. She had all this pink fuzzy shit in her room and it was royally giving my cock a buzz kill.” He blushed, feeling stupid. “My dad only knew I was there paying for sex. Trust me, that rocked his world enough without me telling him I’d planned on getting myself all tied up and spanked.”

Malachi huffed out a laugh but quickly disguised it as a snort. “I can imagine. So, you’ve suspected you were interested in the BDSM scene. That’s interesting and exciting. Did the websites I asked you to look at today arouse you? Scare you?” Malachi fed him another piece of steak and then discreetly slipped his hand into his pocket and clicked the remote hidden there, turning the vibrating plug on.

“Shit!” Justice nearly bucked off the table when the plug started wiggling in his ass. “Fuck,” he moaned when the first wave of delicious pleasure sent a zinger straight to his cock and balls. In a matter of seconds, it felt like a fucking Fourth of July fireworks show going off on his lower half.

This time, Malachi didn’t try to hide his smile. “You like?”

“Y-y-yes, Sir. That feels fucking unbelievable.” He wiggled his ass uncontrollably as the vibrations started buzzing against a sweet spot inside of him.

Malachi reached for the crop that had been hanging on the back of his chair and smacked Justice’s squirming ass, leaving a crimson red streak across his left ass cheek. “Remain still, Justice. I didn’t give you permission to shake that ass.”

“Ouch! Damn that stings.” He wanted to massage his burning ass cheek but couldn’t. More than that, he wanted to wiggle his ass to try and get the plug to hit that special spot again. Obediently, he settled back down with a groan of disappointment.

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