Page 24 of Justice For Me

What if he enjoyed it and then it was taken away? No, he wasn’t going to travel down that path, not tonight and hopefully not ever again.

Thirty minutes passed and Justice was still wide awake…going absolutely nuts.

“Do you plan on fidgeting the entire night?” Malachi asked. The boy had flipped, wriggled, yawned, tapped his fingers against the bed, changed positions about fifty times, and huffed and puffed like he intended to blow the house down. He had charged straight past mildly annoying and barreled straight into fucking driving him insane.

“Do you plan on making me lay here the entire night?”

“Yes.”

“Then, yes, I probably will.” The pallet on the floor sounded so very comfy right now.

Malachi swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stalked over to the closet. After pulling out a generous length of crimson nylon rope, he returned to the bed. “Feet together,” he ordered.

Justice slapped his ankles together obediently but asked, “Why? What are you doing?” Malachi didn’t say a word as he wrapped his ankles, then calves, then thighs, and then up past his waist, leaving a nice space for his cock to peek out around the nylon. “Put your hands on top of your chest, elbows bent.”

When he was finished, Justice was wrapped with nylon rope like a mummy and couldn’t fidget if he had wanted to. He didn’t want to. As soon as the restraints started wrapping around him, they worked their magic to soothe his nervous movements and he felt completely at peace when Malachi had finished the job.

“Comfy?”

“Perfect,” Justice answered with a kitty-cat smile that almost made Malachi unwrap him just so he could fuck him. “How did you know that would make me feel more at ease? I thought you were just gonna toss me to the floor.”

“Go to sleep, pet. Meg and I have a busy evening planned for you tomorrow.”

“Megan is fucking hot, Sir. I have no clue what she sees in you. Do you ever smile? Has anyone ever seen you smile…except when you’re hurting somebody? You smile when you’re working my ass over.”

“Do you have ADHD?” Malachi noticed the question caused the kid to gasp in a deep breath, but he moved on from it like a puppy with a new toy.

“Ha. Ha. Who was the guy on the phone? Is that the rich guy that’s dad’s friend?”

“Please stop talking.”

“Tell me something about Malachi,” he said. “I bet you are so boring that the story will put me fast asleep.” Justice knew that was a complete and total lie but he didn’t want to sound as desperate as he felt. Malachi was an enigma and not knowing anything about the man that had knocked his fucking life off kilter was frustrating.

The darkness hid Malachi’s frown. He didn’t talk about himself. Dante and Megan knew his entire story and they had heard every word of it from him. He’d never told another living soul all the ugly details about his childhood, what he grew up surrounded with, or how empty his heart felt sometimes. Susannah, Jasper, and Travis knew some things, but not all the sordid facts. He rarely shared a piece of himself with anyone and there was no need to break his personal rule of keeping people pushed away at a safe distance. It was something he did to protect both himself and others. Darkness seemed to follow him…it fucking ran through his blood, thanks to his bastard father.

He opened and mouth and snapped it shut before any words could escape. His past was something he was ashamed of, knowing it tainted him for most other people. Megan and Dante, they were the only owners of his true heart. Could Justice know about his darkness and still want to engage in a dominant/submissive triad? Did the boy deserve more than he could ever give him? He fucking wanted to know. “I grew up in a family of human traffickers. My father kidnapped and trained unwilling boys and girls into sexual slavery, forcing them to participate in unspeakable acts of abuse and torture.” The words tumbled form his lips before he could stop them. Justice deserved to know what he was getting in to, he deserved to know that he should be running in the opposite direction as fast as possible.

He refused to look over, afraid of what he would see in those pale blue eyes as he revealed the days of his youth, his escape from the island, his life on the streets and then his life with Dante. He skipped over the good years with Dante but they didn’t really fucking matter. No, the darkness, like always, had found him. He told him about Susannah’s Jasper and the training he’d received at the hands of Malachi’s abusive father. He gave details because he wanted the boy to know how horrible it was…how horribleheprobably was. He needed to be aware of the fact that if he was foolish enough to stay in Malachi’s darkened shadow, it would eventually cost him so very much. It always did.

Over an hour later, the story ended and the room was deadly quiet. Part of Malachi hoped his pet had fallen asleep and missed the really horrendous parts, while the other part hoped he heard every word and would run for his life as soon as the sun came up in the morning. He hated himself so how could he expect anyone else to not feel that exact same disgust when they found themselves trapped in the very presence of evil?

Finally, morbid curiosity won out and he turned his head to face Justice. His pet hadn’t fallen asleep. He was laying there, eyes wide open and full of an emotion that scared the fucking shit out of Malachi. Only Meg and Dante looked at him like that. The look wasn’t disgust and it wasn’t pity, he just couldn’t read exactly what it was.

“Did you know that Christopher Conners isn’t really my father?” Justice asked quietly. “Early in his career, he went on a drug bust at a crack house. As he went from room to room, clearing them of any danger for the next team, he found a woman, probably not much older than sixteen, dead on a couch, an empty needle that had once held heroin still stuck in her arm.She’d been dead for at least forty-eight hours, maybe longer. He heard a noise coming from the closet behind him and when he opened the door, there was a six year old kid in there, hiding back in the darkest corner of that nasty closet. He was already addicted to drugs.” He shrugged as much as the ropes would allow. “I’m surprised she wasted any of her drugs on the kid, but I guess she needed him quiet and drugs were the fastest way to make sure that happened. Nobody had a clue about the daddy but it wasn’t a huge stretch to conclude he was just some john that she’d fucked to get drug money. The Conners took the little drug bastard in and raised him as their own child.” He puffed out a mix between a laugh and strangled cry. “It was probably the biggest fucking mistake of their lives. Let me tell you, the little druggie was a big hot mess…more trouble than he was worth, for sure. He didn’t like anybody to touch him…because nobody ever had, pathetic little fucker.”

A sad smile crossed Justice’s lips as he continued to look deep into Malachi’s eyes. “Does knowing that I come from a drug-addicted prostitute whore make me unworthy of becoming your submissive? Does it make me unworthy of love?” Justice asked the question that continuously haunted him…tormented him into believing he wasn’t worthy of love.

“Fuck, no,” Malachi growled furiously. “That wasn’t your fucking fault.”

“Our stories aren’t much different, eh? Maybe we can help each other?”Or maybe we can really fuck each other up, Justice thought.

Well, fuck. The kid had him. Didn’t he understand it was different? His darkness was so much darker than some simple prostitution and drug abuse. That shit was level one on Nicholas’ training, something for beginners. “We’ll work on it,” he finally answered, unsure if he was being honest or not.

Hidden in the darkness, Malachi waited until he heard the steady breathing of his bed partner. When he’d brought him to bed under the guise of not trusting him to being left alone, it had been becausehehadn’t wanted to be left alone, but he’d never expected he would up and share something about himself. Especially thatsomething. He hated the brutal fact that falling for someone always made you weaker, made you expose secrets that could be used to hurt you. Weak and vulnerable was something he’d sworn he would never be again but feared he was plowing straight for it…full steam ahead.

Chapter 9

The next few days developed a fairly steady routine for all three of them. During the day, Megan trained with Susannah to try and learn the skills of a good dominatrix while they adhered to Malachi’s strict morning regimen of trying to kill Justice with boredom. At around noon, they would head to the gym where they did cardio for an hour, lifted weights for an hour, and then trained in self-defense and learned a new technique for killing someone every day. Joy. Like he needed to know how to kill somebody? Knowledge like that was probably dangerous for somebody like him. His psychiatrist probably wouldn’t condone that type of skill.

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