Page 42 of Just Business
Justin let go. “Just... sensitive there.”
“So I see.” Fingers traced over the letters, every stroke igniting a tremble in Justin. Eli chuckled and rose with grace. Seeing a twinge of pain fucked with the rhythm of Justin’s heart. A Dom—Eli—falling to his knees. For him.I don’t understand you. I want to understand you.
Eli took both wrists. “Everything?”
After seeing him on his knees? “Yes.” And more.
“Cuffs, I think.” Eli turned over his wrists. “And the frame.”
Not the cross. More motion, less support. He shivered.Perfect. A few heartbeats later, Eli wrapped leather cuffs around Justin’s wrists. Where they had come from, who the fuck knew. All that existed now was a frame of wood, the stretching of his arms and legs and the warmth of Eli’s hand on his back.
“You are so beautiful.”
Justin arched against his bonds when Eli traced a single finger down his back and into his crack and brushed his hole. Nothing to thrust against, no purchase in the air for his cock. He groaned.
Firm hands settled his hips and the leather-covered length of Eli’s dick rocked against Justin’s ass. “Eventually,” Eli said. “And perhaps right here, like this.” His hand closed around Justin’s shaft.
The low moan that filled the room was his own. Eli didn’t stroke, just held him there, fist so tight around Justin. “Not yet.”
He knew that, but he was too far gone to argue. “Yes, Eli.”
Eli’s chuckle rattled Justin’s bones and echoed in the rattle of chains above Justin’s head, and then Eli was gone.
Justin opened his eyes—he hadn’t realized he’d closed them—and saw his naked form in reflection. Flushed, limbs carefully stretched by chain and cuff—and Eli standing behind him, smiling. Same expression Eli always wore just before he made Justin pay in spades.
This would hurt. Just what he wanted, and from the very man that made him need it so badly, crave the stab and the spark.
Eli walked out of the reflection, only to return holding a flogger—a soft one. Didn’t matter. Even something like that could induce pain in the right hands.
The first impact shook Justin and he caught his breath against the thud, the weight of impact. Then the same, on the opposite shoulder. Muscles heated and unknotted under the slow, gentle blows. Again and again, until his back and ass felt warm and pleasant.
Then a hard hit, quick and loud, spreading fire over heat.Yes. He arched onto his toes when the second landed and hissed when the third crossed his back. After five, he lost count—each time the tails met flesh, they bit harder, flew faster.
And that sound, so rhythmic, so beautiful. Someone moaned over and over and it wasn’t until the words tumbled from his mouth that he realized it was him.
“Please, oh fuck, please, Eli. Please. Don’t...”
Eli swung harder and light burst in Justin’s vision.Yes. God.That. Bright pins of fire in his back, on his ass, glowing hotter with eachcrackandthud. His arms and legs ached and his cock—if he’d had any purchase whatsoever, if he could have reached down, but that, too, was at Eli’s mercy.
Justin slitted his eyes and peered at the mirror, but couldn’t see through the blur of his vision and the shaking of his body. Every strike drove a cry from his throat and took him up and up, toward that singular place where there was no difference between the fire in his back and the heat in his core.
Eli muttered something that Justin could not decipher. But a handful of blows later and—FUCK.
Icy cold raced through Justin and burst into burning sparks behind his eyes. Then the second blow landed and he arched up and away. Every point the flogger hit—and who the hell knew how many tails were on that thing—felt like a million stings. Eli didn’t stop, laying blows down and then back up, taking Justin higher until all that existed in the world was the end of Eli’s whip, the sound of leather flaying skin, and the light and heat andpleasureof living. Gold flowed through his veins and into his heart, the joy and brightness of being alive.
Justin rattled against his cuffs and grappled with the moment until it stretched and covered him, blanketing his skin with pins and needles and glass burning at every inch of his back. Every time he fell, Eli drove him up again with a rain of fire and ice.
How long it lasted, Justin couldn’t tell—just that it ended, falling like a sheet of silence and darkness.No. Not yet!He cried and slipped down, only to be caught by the cuffs and chains that still held his arms outstretched to the heavens he’d just occupied.
“Justin.”
He peeled his eyes open and Eli was there, holding his face, stroking his skin. Flushed face, sweat beading at his forehead, damp curls clinging to his face. He’d lost his vest at some point.
“Justin?”
“Here.” His own voice was cracked and broken. He knew he’d not reached the top of agony, suffered to his fullest. Though Eli’s touch radiated against the buzzing and thumping of Justin’s veins, it didn’t lessen the burning ache in his soul and skin. This couldn’t be the end. A thought formed and he caught it, wet his lips, and spoke one word.
“Thirteen.”
