Chapter 8
Two hours later, Malachi was fighting back another urge to let a grin stretch across his face as he followed Justice up the stairs and toward their bedrooms.
He had enjoyed a fuckingly awesome play session with Justice and Megan and afterward that he had enjoyed and fuckingly awesome skype fuck-fest with Megan as his exhausted pet had snored daintily through it all.
His entire body was buzzing with excitement and satisfaction.
This could work, they could have it all.
When Justice turned to go into his room, Malachi grabbed him by the arm and said, “No, in bed with me.” He had hoped the kid would be completely wound down and would sleep like a ton of bricks have landed on him, but he’d bounced back with the same enthusiasm he always possessed.
He would never get him to shut up and go the fuck to sleep…
unless a ball gag was involved.
Justice obeyed, but there was a small frown on his face.
The kid didn’t frown much so Malachi found himself most curious about what was irking him.
Patiently, he waited, knowing the kid couldn’t keep his yapper shut for very long.
“Soooo, I’m sleeping in the bed with you tonight?” He walked into the room, still gloriously buck-ass naked, tight ass flexing with each movement, but didn’t take any steps toward the bed.
“Yep.”
“Oh, okay.” He scratched his head and brushed the wild, ‘I’ve just been fucked’ hair out of his eyes.
“I don’t really cuddle. It’s not my thing, dude.” Justice felt a wave of terror start to sweep over him.
Oh, hell, he couldn’t share a bed.
Sharing a bed for him meant trouble.
His sick little mind would start to develop all types of wrong ideas about how much somebody really cared about him.
Sharing beds…
bad.
Malachi glowered.
“Sir!” He tagged on immediately.
“It’s not my thing, Sir.”
“Do I look like a cuddler, pet?” Malachi asked with a smirk as he picked up the dreaded cell phone he’d ditched earlier in the day.
As he fired it back up to life, he sent a silent prayer upward that Dante was fast asleep or fucking Travis into oblivion and he wouldn’t have to deal with it tonight.
Thirty missed calls, shocker.
It had barely blipped back to life when it started vibrating wildly.
“Thank the good heavens.” Justice breathed a sigh of relief with Malachi’s anti-cuddle answer.
Feeling much better, he plopped down on the bed, yanked the covers up over him, and snuggled into the pillow.
Malachi’s musky scent tickled his nostrils, threatening to make him hard again.
For fuck’s sake!
“Evening, Dante,” Malachi said as a greeting to his adopted brother.
“Shouldn’t you be fast asleep or fucking Travis into submission right about now?”
“Please tell me you are not fucking the director’s son!” Dante’s loud scream threatened to deafen Malachi.
From the cock of Justice’s eyebrow, he’d heard it as well.
The kid had the gall to smirk in his direction before flipping over and giving him a mouth-watering view of the golden tanned and sculpted flesh he just paddled so thoroughly.
It was still blushing the prettiest red shade.
“I take it you received my list of things I need? Did you overnight them to me today?” He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible but never once believed Dante would fall for it.
Travis was mumbling in the background, telling Dante to calm his ass down, and for once Malachi was going to side with the mouthy bottom that had his friend wrapped around his finger.
“Answer my question, Malachi. His father is a friend of mine,” Dante was practically growling.
“I’m not cock fucking the director’s son’s ass. Happy?” A tiny play on words never hurt anyone.
“Shit, Malachi. I didn’t drop into your world yesterday! I fucking know that means you’re fucking his ass with every single toy you can get your hands on! Did I mention his father was a friend of mine? Well, I guess he was a friend of mine. Once he hears about this shit, I can kiss that relationship good-bye!”
“Did you ship my goodies overnight? I really need them.” He knew Dante wasn’t really mad at him, worried, but not mad.
He was probably more worried that the FBI might kill Malachi and hide his body in a place nobody would ever find.
“Yes,” he grumbled.
“AM delivery tomorrow.”
“Thanks, brother. One more thing, though, could you have the bedroom next my mine and Megan’s prepared for a guest...for an extended stay?”
“Son of a bitch, mother fucking, asshole! What am I supposed to tell his…”
Malachi clicked the cell off.
Maybe he was being arrogantly presumptuous about Justice coming back to the castle with him, but he wanted to be prepared just in case.
“Problems?”
“Nothing I can’t handle.” Malachi slid his clothes off, folding them neatly on the chair next to the bed and climbed in next to his new pet.
He hadn’t lied, he wasn’t a fucking cuddler and had only ever wanted to share his bed with one other person in his life and she wasn’t here.
He still didn’t trust Justice to stay inside the house like he was supposed to and after last night’s choke-fest, he couldn’t use restraints and leave him unattended.
“Scoot over and don’t touch me during the night. If you do, I’ll make you sleep on a pallet on the floor. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” Justice mocked.
“I don’t know why you’re making me do this anyway. Clearly neither one of us wants it. What’s the point? Can I red light this?”
“No, no red lights. This is for your safety, not play. Shut up and go to sleep.”
The lights flipped off and Justice flipped him off as soon as he was safely hidden by the dark.
He wouldn’t be able to sleep all fucking night.
Sure, he’d slept with a person before.
It had been somebody soft with a nice set of tits and ass, but nobody like the human heater lying next to him.
The fucker probably snored and farted in his sleep, too.
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 horrible he probably 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 because he hadn’t wanted to be left alone, but he’d never expected he would up and share something about himself.
Especially that something .
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.