Page 30 of Justice For Me

He hadn’t been this sore last night when their playtime had ended, he’d felt calm and weak as a kitten. What the fuck had happened?

“You okay, pet,” Malachi asked.

The bastard wasn’t acting at all surprised by the new and not-improved Justice Conners. His violet eyes just watched him closely and a soft smile curved his lips. Oh hell, neither of them was acting right. Malachi didn’t smile unless he was inflicting some major pain.

“Just tired, I guess,” he lied. “You snored all night long, asshole.”

“Ha. Ha. Hit the shower, pet. Breakfast in one hour and ten minutes,” he ordered. “No sugars this morning. You can eat what I’m eating.”

Justice could barely work up a snarl. “I’ll die of boredom if you make me eat your boring food. If it gets into my system, it will probably take over, spread faster than any modern day medicine could counter.” He tried to stand and got even madder when he had to grab Malachi’s shoulder to keep from toppling back onto the bed or the floor. “Before I know what is happening, I’ll be getting up at the same time every day and then following the same routine on when I work out, eat, fuck…”

“You need and will get some protein this morning. I’ll see you at breakfast. Move slowly and you’ll do fine. Last night was an intense session and your body is still recovering.” He turned to leave the room, but paused at the doorway. “You’re special, Justice.”

Pride beamed off Justice before he could squash it back down. Fuck, this isn’t how this was supposed to go. He needed to clear his head and focus on reality. His hand massaged his right wrist. This wasn’t a relationship and he didn’t need to start developing feelings for Malachi and Megan. He was a sub, a sexual plaything. Nofeelingsneed be involved.

Focus.

Two hours later, Malachi had completed his morning exercise ritual and breakfast. True to his threat, he had forced Justice to eat bacon and scrambled eggs. A perfectly good box of Fruity Pebbles and Count Chocula sat in the cabinet and he’d been forced to eye-fuck them from a distance. Maybe he could beg out of gym time and sneak three bowls while the bastard was distracted?

“I think we should skip our work out session today, pet. Are you okay with that?” Malachi asked as he innocently thumbed through whatever shit was on his iPad.

“Uh…yea, I guess. What are we going to do?” So much for the three bowls unless Malachi was going on an errand run. He wouldn’t get so lucky.

Malachi laid his iPad aside, a wicked smile dancing in those crazy-colored eyes. His body still aching horrendously from last night’s playtime, Justice was surprised when his body automatically started to respond…just from a fucking look. “I thought we might head straight down to the playroom.”

The playroom? Was he kidding? Sitting his ass on the wooden chair had him begging for about six ibuprofen so he strongly suspected he couldn’t handle the playroom already. Ass…too sore. Cock…too sore. Mind…too mentally tired. “Eh…I was thinking maybe a day off, Sir. Last night was pretty intense. My ass is begging for a reprieve.”Please don’t be disappointed. Please don’t be mad.

“Nah. Don’t be such a sissy, pet. You can handle it. Fuck, I’ve never seen a beginner able to take the pain like you do. Don’t go and start disappointing me now.”

Justice felt the words, spoken with a teasing flair, harpoon his heart. The fucker might not know it, but he’d managed to go straight for the jugular, ripping self-confidence away in an instant. What if he said no? Would they not want him anymore? No more touching? No more restraints? Just, no more…

“Okay.”

Malachi cocked an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“Sure…okay. I’m fine. Just being lazy, I guess.” He wasn’t being fucking lazy, he was beyond sore. His body was screaming at him for agreeing, but his mind was telling it to shut the fuck up. There was too much at risk.

“Are you certain, pet? I don’t want to…push you.”

Stop pushing me, then, he thought, but his mouth stayed tightly sealed together. He felt his brows crinkled in frustration, so he quickly relaxed his face. He didn’t need Malachi reading him and then shutting down their playtime together.”

“MmmmHmmm. I’m fine.” He got up, carefully masking the grimace the movement caused him, and started toward the stairs leading to the basement. This is what he wanted, wasn’t it? No emotions, just physical satisfaction. It didn’t bother him in the least that Malachi seemed to be inconsiderate of how his body felt…not at all, it didn’t.

“Wait just a sec,” Malachi said. “I’ve got an idea. Get undressed while I’m gone.” He disappeared for a second and when he returned, he was holding a bright red silk scarf in his fist. “I’m going to blindfold you today, make things even more intense.” He started winding the scarf around Justice’s eyes before any complaint could be issued. “This way, you won’t have any idea what I’m going to do to you…how uncomfortable it might be.”

With the scarf wrapped tightly in place and his clothes folded neatly in the corner, Justice had to allow Malachi to lead him to the steps and then help him down each one of them. Normally, this might arouse him. The idea of having to depend on his lover for everything was highly erotic to him, like the restraints. He enjoyed having the choice taken away from him. That might be his normal reaction, today he was kind of pissed and nervous about it. Regardless of how he felt on the inside, he allowed himself to be maneuvered to the bottom of the steps. Once there, he found himself shocked yet again.

“Drop down on your knees and crawl to the playroom for me, pet.” A small chain rattled and something slipped around Justice’s neck, locking into place with an intimidating click. “I’ll lead you.”

He did not like this, not at all. Calling him a pet was fine. It didn’t make him feel uncomfortable or like he was being treated like an animal. Malachi and Megan both said it like it was an endearment. This? This fucking pissed him off.

He dropped to his knees anyway. His damned fucking desire to please was going to be the death of him one day. Every instinct in him was screaming to disobey Malachi but that really fucked-up part of him that ruled most of his decisions is what forced him to his knees. A soft chuckle caused him to see red but when he felt a tug on the chain wrapped around his neck, he started crawling anyway. He was such a pathetic coward.

“Heel,” Malachi said in a cheery voice that made him even madder. He heard the key slide into the lock and then there was another tug on his chain. Blindfolded, he was forced to rely on other senses. The room felt…different. There was a strange odor, like the burning of peppermint and music, low and relaxing, was filtering throughout the room.

“You’re being such a good little puppy, aren’t you? Stand up for me,” Malachi ordered softly and Justice felt a tug beneath both his armpits at the same time. His Dom’s huge hands kept him steady as he tried to maneuver in the darkness behind his covering.

“There’s a flat table right in front of you. Reach out and put your hands on it, get comfortable with the sizing and how it feels.” He directed Justice’s hands toward the cushioned table as he spoke. “I want you to climb up onto the table, face down and ass up, pet. Don’t worry, I’m going to help you. I won’t dare let you fall.”

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