Page 55 of Justice For Me

“Yea, it looks nice, doesn’t it, pet? Looks like they want to play with each other, eh?”

With Malachi’s teasing words, Justice reluctantly forced his eyes away from their cocks and looked straight into his master’s violet gaze. The intensity of the look, the power the man held over him was intimidating. He wanted to look away before the gaze completely consumed him, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t have turned away if his very life had depended on it. “Shit. This is…eh…this is…intense.”

“Meg told me your face was so fucking beautiful when I played with your ass. She said it was something I needed to see, something I needed to be able to enjoy, too. Your eyes get wide and then heavy with arousal. The shade darkens with the need you feel.” His finger traced the swollen bottom lip of his sub. “She says you bite this bottom lip over and over, making it even more puffy and red. I want to see it for myself.”

His voice had dropped to that husky whisper that always drove Justice wild, made him want to submit to anything the man asked. It was the sexiest sound on the earth and his body responded. He felt his cheeks flame as his pre come dripped onto Malachi’s muscled stomach.

When the door to the playroom opened and closed, Justice turned his attention away from the mess he was making on Malachi’s stomach. What met his eyes…shit…shit…shit. Megan was dressed in her usual black leather get-up, but this was definitely a new one. It was made of strips of harnesses that covered lots of skin, but nothing that would normally be covered. Her plump and perky breasts were exposed, nipples hard and begging to be suckled. Seeing them like that? Sexy as fuck. The lower half of the outfit? Scary as fuck. A rather large dildo was strapped onto her, protruding out where a man’s cock would normally be. He literally gulped.

“Oh, fuck.” Justice dropped his head against Malachi’s chest and whined. Being fucked by Malachi was embarrassing enough. Being fucked by Megan? He wasn’t sure he could go through with it. What would he look like? Malachi always commented, devilish bastard, about how his pink hole gobbled up everything he put in it. Mother fucking son of a bitch damn him to hell!

“Stop overthinking it, pet. I see your mind going about a mile a minute and I’m pretty sure I know what thoughts are tossing around in all that emptiness,” he teased. “You’re gonna look fucking hot to your Mistress and you’re damn well gonna look fucking hot to your master while I watch your expressions while you take your Mistress’ gift inside your tight hole.”

“What are you guys whispering about? Do I look stupid?” Megan demanded. A blush was staining her cheeks and neither man liked that.

“Hell, no!” They both yelled at the same time.

“How does your Mistress look, pet?” Malachi asked Justice.

“She looks fucking hot, Sir.” She did look fucking hot, and that dildo wasn’t nearly the size of Malachi’s cock. He could do this. He could do this. Hell, he wanted to do this.

“What do you want her to do?”

Justice blushed. “Don’t be a prick, Sir.” He couldn’t make himself say the words. He knew what Malachi wanted, knew he wanted it as dirty as possible, but he could do it…

“What do you want me to do?” Megan purred in his ear. He hadn’t even known when she closed the distance between them. One minute she was on the other side of the room, next minute, her nipple brushed against his shoulder when she leaned in to whisper in his ear. Fuck, he was such a pussy for a puckered nipple. It got him every fucking time.

“I want you to fuck my ass with your dildo, Mistress. Fuck. Me. Hard.”

Malachi rolled his eyes. “God, you are such a pussy. One nipple rub and you cave? That’s pathetic…an embarrassment to mankind around the world. A disgrace to…”

Megan stuffed her nipple right into Malachi’s mouth. Words stopped, sucking and biting started. His tongue flickered and teased, tugged and tasted. All too soon, she pulled away, a naughty smile on her lips.

“Yea, you can probably fuck me in the ass when you’re finished with this one,” he conceded. When he caught Justice grinning at him, he defended himself by saying, “It’s not the same, pussy. Her nipple was in my mouth. You only got a nipple rub. It’s totally not the same thing, no comparison.”

“Whatever helps you wear your leathers with pride, my man. What-the-fuck-ever.”

“Would you just mount the boy so he would shut up? The next thing I want to hear coming out of his mouth are those soft mewling sounds he makes when he’s taking it deep…and hard.”

“Why yes, I will,” Megan answered. She grabbed a warm bottle of lube and climbed onto the bed. Once she was in position behind Justice’s upturned, so beautifully offered ass, she gave it a firm slap. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt but was hard enough to leave her hand print on his cheek. “Mine,” she claimed. “The outline of my hand branding your ass is absolutely gorgeous, babe.”

Justice groaned, feeling like a fool. Having your ass presented to the woman of your dreams was pretty humiliating. It wasn’t doing a thing to soften his cock, but it was humiliating. Wasn’t it? His cock didn’t think so. “Oh, shit. I couldn’t feel more…”

Before he could finish, Megan put her small hand between his shoulder blades and pushed his upper body downward…which, in turn, caused his ass to thrust even higher. Fuck, maybe he could feel more vulnerable after all.

“Just for a second, babe.” She explained as she started dripping the warm lube on the crease of his ass. As if this wasn’t bad enough, she used a hand to spread his cheeks wide so she could make certain several drops landed right on his puckered hole, causing him to clench and unclench his ass. A husky growl of approval sounded in her throat. A generous amount followed, dribbling down his crease, across his hole, tickled his taint, and then slipped to his balls. A moan echoed in the room.

“You like that, baby?” She asked as her fingers started massaging the lube against his balls, gave his cock several hard tugs, twisting at the base, and then focused on his puckered hole. “You’re gonna want to watch this, lover lover.” She told Malachi.

“Raise up, pet. Let me see your face,” Malachi ordered.

Justice wanted to deny him, didn’t want to look him in the eye and show him how much he fucking cared…no, loved what they were doing to him. Focus. But there was no denying the man that controlled him. He could deny him nothing. He raised his head and met Malachi’s hungry gaze with his more skittish look.

He didn’t have long to wait. Megan’s finger, slick with lube and much smaller than Malachi’s, inched inside of him, breaching his ring of muscle and sliding deep inside. His tight barrier didn’t even hesitate to allow her inside him. “Fuck, yea. That feels good.”

“It looks good, babe,” Megan said.

Her finger plunged in and out, stretching the tight hole and spreading the lube inside and out. When another finger was added, he moaned. “Ah, babe. So good. Please.” He didn’t have a clue why he always begged, but the words always just flew right out of his mouth. Her touch was so different from Malachi’s forceful thrusts and larger digits. It felt like she was exploring every inch of his ass, gently but persistently. Tiny gasps of appreciation from her tickled his senses. They were different, Megan and Malachi, but they were both perfect in their own way.

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