Page 19 of Justice For Me

“It’s supposed to sting.” He paused, holding his breath and feeling incredibly insecure. It wasn’t a feeling he was accustomed to. He’d taken many submissives in his life, rejected even more than that but none of them had ever been important to him. He knew there was always another in line behind them, wanting to submit to his whip. Justice was different. He wanted this boy, he wanted the kid for him and Megan.

“Answer my question, please.”

“Uh…yes and no? I saw some things that were definitely interesting and I saw some things that were definitely scary.” He chuckled. “Hell, I saw some things that I wouldn’t have ever believed were even possible. Did you know that some people put…put, eh, metal rods in their dicks?” He whispered the last part like speaking it out loud might make one magically appear in his own cock.

“Of course.”

Justice’s head thumped against the table. “Uh oh. I had really hoped that would surprise you, maybe make you grimace or something that told me you were anti cock torture.”

He couldn’t hold the smile back. “I’m sorry, pup, I’m one hundred percent in support of cock torture.”

“Well, hell.”

“No, more like heaven if done properly,” Malachi countered with a cock of his brow.

“So you did your research. You saw some fun things and some scary things, but you still came to the dining room at six. Am I safe in assuming you have decided you do want to continue learning more?” He stepped away from the table and moved to stand behind Justice again. The view there was beautiful but, more importantly, Justice wouldn’t be able to see the raw need that he was certain was obviously visible on his face. His need made him feel weak…

This time Justice snorted in a very unsubmissive gesture. “I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m interested in learning more. I mean, I’m ass up, here.”

“Would you be interested in training to be a submissive to me and my fiancé? Submit to both of us?” He tried to sound fucking casual when his heart was thundering like a racehorse rounding the final turn at the Kentucky Derby.

Justice tried to turn around to see Malachi, but he was too far out of sight. “You have a fiancé?” he squeaked in disbelief.

“You’re surprised I’m not gay?” Malachi asked drily. He was bisexual and not ashamed of it.

“I’m surprised somebody else likes you. Dude, you are a strict, antisocial, stick to the plan, hard-ass kind of guy. It’s just kind of shocking that there’s another person in the world willing to put up with your shit like I am.” Justice still couldn’t see Malachi but could have sworn he heard the man laugh. Well, not exactly a laugh but maybe a low-level chuckle. “Is she hot?”

Riding crop hit his ass five times in a row, fucking hard licks that were meant to make a point.

“Fuck! Okay, I get it,Sir. I was just kidding.”

“She’s fucking beautiful,” Malachi answered softly. “She’s goodness and light, a fucking saint loving a strict, antisocial, stick to the plan, hard-ass kind of guy. Her life has been pretty shitty, but she fucking faces each challenge and doesn’t stop until she succeeds. She’s hard and soft. She’ll probably whip your ass and push your limits even further than me, but cuddle with you afterwards.” He frowned as he realized that other than with Megan or Dante, he didn’t share much of his inner self…but he wanted to add Justice to that list. Fucking bastard kid was softening him up. Susannah said Megan had him pussy-whipped. What would she say about what Justice was doing to him?

“You love her?” Justice asked softly. He liked to tease Malachi about being a hard-ass and act like he was an old man, but it was all teasing. There was an inner strength to the man that made you feel confident that he was a man who would possess impressive character traits. He suspected Malachi was loyal, loved unconditionally, and would protect what was his with his last breath of life. He wanted to belong tothat.Thatwould help him…stop his ridiculous triggers and worrisome behaviors. He wanted Malachi toownhim.

“I love her.”

Justice had wanted to submit to Malachi since the man had tossed him over his shoulder at the club. Add the mysterious Megan into the mix, and he was over the moon ready to begin training. The idea of submitting to two dominants…hell fucking yea! The fact that one of them was a woman sweetened his honey pot for certain.

Chapter 7

Malachi had made him stay on the tabletop, tied nicely and vibrating even more nicely, for another twenty-five minutes, answering questions about himself, personal questions that Malachi never gave a complete fuck about when interviewing a potential submissive but found he craved the information when it came to the boy. After a small amount of bitching and moaning, Justice had settled in to his predicament and answered all the questions asked of him. There was a nice sheen of sweat beginning to coat him and his young, untrained body had started those incessant wiggles and twitches that seemed to follow Justice everywhere he went. He’d received several firm swats with the riding crop for some ass thrusts as he’d tried to get some sweet friction against his cock…and those had only succeeded in making him even hornier.

Like with everything else the boy did, he’d wanted to dive into his training with his usual lusty vigor of wide-open, full steam ahead. The boy would undoubtedly plunge into his world of training in a way that would require Malachi to jerk back on the reins more often than not. He could tell Justice thought he had absolutely no hard limits when it came to what he could take. He also knew just how incredibly fucking wrong that was. The kid had no idea what could be done to a human body in order to violate and break it down until there was nothing left. Right now, he was all Thomas the Train, thinking he could do it all. Fucking innocent fool. Hard limits needed to be learned and, more importantly, learn how vitally important it was for the sub to never step across those boundaries, regardless of how strong the urge to please their master might be.

Right now they were headed down the stairs into the basement for his first night of simple training in Dante’s playroom. The kid was behind him but not walking with his usual ‘right on your ass trying to rush ahead’ pace and he was much quieter than normal. Malachi knew the change was directly related to the fact he’d made him leave the plug buried in his ass for their short journey into the basement. He knew Justice was feeling some new, incredible awakenings. Finally! He’d found something to shut him up. He just wasn’t so sure that he liked not hearing that sexy, husky voice asking a million questions.

Shit, between Megan and Justice, he was headed straight towards acting like a fucking bottom. Emotions? Who would have thought he might have them buried deep inside of him somewhere? Dante had sworn they were there, but he’d denied it, firmly believed he had nothing but ice cold water rushing through his veins…that and Nicholas’ fucking filthy blood.

“How’s that plug feeling, Justice?” he asked in a snarky voice as he removed the key to the playroom from his pocket and slid it into the lock. Earlier in the day, he’d made certain everything was prepared and he had all he needed for Justice’s training. Since it had been slightly over a year since any of them had visited the lake house, there were a few items missing that he enjoyed using on a sub. He’d texted Dante earlier and requested he have them shipped to him overnight. After that, he’d turned off his phone, dreading all the questions Dante would be throwing in his direction when he read the ‘wish list’.

Dante was friends with Justice’s father…which could definitely cause some problems. Normally he would have worried about the gay issue, but Justice had taken to submitting to a man so easily that he had to suspect there weren’t prejudices floating around in the Conners’ household. The fact that he wanted to whip, torment, and fuck his son might cause a father to take a slight offense though.

“Quite nice, Sir,” Justice answered in his own snarky voice. “Who would have thought having something shovedtherecould actually feel good? There’s this spot, when it rubs that spot, holy shit, mother fucking batman, it nearly causes the top of my head to come off. Is that normal?”

Malachi rolled his eyes. “It’s your prostrate and yes, that feeling is normal. I thought you said you’d done some research before today?”

Cheeks turned a slight pink. “Oh…oh, that. Okay, I just looked at some pictures online. Trust me, the pictures were enough to let me know my body was interested in learning more. That shit you gave me to look at? That was some pretty intense stuff. Wait, I’ve already told you that…and I didn’t like how that conversation went. Let’s drop it before my balls hide away inside my body.”

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