Page 60 of Just Business
On and on the questions came. He answered as best he could, in between begging Eli to stop, to continue, to fuck him. At long last—or maybe just minutes later—Eli stepped back. Justin sagged against the cross, heart hammering in his chest, lungs burning for air, and let the cuffs hold him up. A thin thread of pride wound through Justin’s ache for release—Eli was breathing as rapidly and a flush had drifted up his neck from underneath his nice white shirt.
Eli closed in, but this time the brass knob touched Justin’s cheek. “Very well done.” Eli’s words were soft as velvet and as rich. Combined with the cool touch of the cane, Justin couldn’t help the tremble of delight.
Pain and pleasure. Both giving and taking. This—this he loved. Flustering Eli and giving him what he needed. Justin met those gray eyes and smiled.
The cane’s knob touched Justin’s lips and he opened, kissing it as if it were tip of Eli’s cock.
Same effect, too. Eli’s breath hitched and the moan that sounded between them wasn’t Justin’s.
Only one response to that—he went down on the head of the cane. Hard, metallic, warmed with his own heat, wet with saliva, sucking on the cane was oddly exciting. But it was Eli’s wide eyes and hungry look that sent pinpricks of heat and ice through Justin.
Got you.
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Watching Justin fellate the head of his cane while bound to his a cross was something out of a dream. A very filthy dream. It flipped Eli’s head inside out—itching his skull and stealing his breath. He nearly dropped the damned thing.
Instead, he worked it in and out of Justin’s mouth, same way he would a dildo or plug. Justin’s lips around brass were hotter than hell. Might as well have been Eli’s cock, the way it made his balls draw up and his heart hammer. The knob was no larger than any of the toys. He had several that were thicker—but this was hiscane. All of his canes were personal. Needed. A part of who he was every day. He’d never used one for play before, but it had seemed so perfect a tool. He’d kept his other partners at arm’s length, away from the man he was outside of the leather and the whips. Using his walking canes for play was out of the question. It crossed a line.
Not with Justin, though. Heart racing, head pounding. Everything was personal. And here they were. Eli drew the cane away from Justin’s mouth.
Swollen lips, flushed skin. Justin ran a tongue over his upper lip. “Gonna fuck me with it, too?”
Slide the head of his cane inside Justin?Holyfuck.He felt the heady trip of losing control, same as he had at the party—was it onlylast night?
He stepped back and turned away from Justin, more to compose himself than anything else. “Perhaps, perhaps not. I haven’t decided.” He studied the wall of toys with unfocused eyes. A condom and lube—yes. It could be done safely. Didn’t mean he should. “So many lovelyoptions.”
The creak of skin shifting on leather floated through the room. Justin squirming against the cross. At this point, it wouldn’t take much to get Justin off given his arousal—hell, a few strokes and Eli would come. He studied his cane. When would he find such a perfectly deviant partner again?
Partner. There was the tumbling in his head, the sense of utter rightness. Yes, he’d fallen. Hard. He set the cane aside and turned back to Justin. “You’re just going to have to wait and see what I’ve chosen.”
Beautiful, flushed body, trembling in need. Want. Pain. Eli’s pulse thudded in his ears. He’d brought Justin to this. Now it was time to take him higher—all the way. Wring as much pleasure from Justin as he could.
He had to kneel to release Justin’s ankle, but as aroused as he was, the pain of his leg paled to the ache in his balls, cock, and head. He rose and freed Justin’s arms, half holding, half guiding him to the sawhorse and bending him over its leather-padded length leaving enough room that he could take Justin’s cock in hand, should he desire.
Which he did, but not yet. Justin in a torment of need drove Eli to his own high. How long could he keep Justin on edge, keep him in agony?
Well, he’d find that out, wouldn’t he? He fetched the cane, a condom, and lube.
Ripping the foil open caused Justin to slide against the leather, probably seeking relief for his aching cock. Eli snapped the back of his hand against both ass cheeks. “Behave if you want to be fucked. I’d be more than happy to add stripes instead.”
Justin settled. “Anything... just...” The words dissolved into an exhale that was mostly moan.
Warmth tingled up Eli, straight to the back of his head. Yes. This control. He cupped his palm over Justin’s ass and skimmed a finger over his hole.
Tense, trembling legs. Hitched breathing, but Justin didn’t rock, didn’t move against the horse.Good.
“Look at you, so hungry, so eager. A finger? My cock? A toy?” He leaned closer and touched the brass head against Justin’s side. “My cane?”
A flinch, but Justin stilled himself. “Cane, please, Eli.”
Dirty, filthy Justin. Soperfect. Eli finished opening the foil and rolled the condom over the head of the cane. Lube next.
Justin hissed when the liquid hit his ass and gasped when Eli worked it into his hole. Eli wasn’t sure who was breathing harder, him or Justin. The leather of his gloved fingers stood out in sharp contrast to the pale and ruddy striped flesh and the heat—even through the gloves—was incredible. Slow strokes, enough to loosen, excite, and frustrate.
Beneath him, Justin moved ever so slightly, trying to impale himself deeper, hissing when Eli pulled out.
He clicked his tongue, and that was enough. He could have taken the count to seven, but he felt Justin’s desire and agony as surely as if it was his own.
