Chapter 11
Propped up against the funnel cake stand, Malachi was surprised to find himself having to clamp down the growl bubbling around in his throat as he watched Justice, his sub , flirting like a son of a bitch with two girls that were probably around the kid’s age but looked young enough to be in diapers.
Diapers or not, they were both so freakin’ into his sub that he was one hundred percent sure they were having a pool party in their panties.
If they fucking touched the boy one more time, feigned innocence or outright manhandling, he was going to fuck somebody up, and since he didn’t hit girls (unless it was on the ass in a really good way and they asked nicely for it), Justice’s ass was going to be the one to pay the ultimate price.
He still couldn’t believe he’d allowed his pet to talk him into this one.
A carnival ?
Seriously, he didn’t do carnivals.
He didn’t do crowds.
Hell, there were a lot of things he didn’t do…
before Justice.
Now, post Justice, he found himself at a carnival, surrounded by people, sickening smells, loud screaming, louder music, and amusement park rides that looked like they’d been thrown up in about fifteen minutes flat.
People bumped into him, tried to talk to him…
touched what belonged to him.
He was turning into such a fucking pussy.
Hell, the kid knew how to work it, though.
He flirted just enough, laughed just enough, listened just enough.
He was a fucking professional flirter.
In a few more minutes, he would probably have both girls in the port-a-potty, panties around their ankles, and fucking them senseless.
They’d be so bedazzled by his good looks, they’d think it was the Taj Mahal instead of a filthy port-a-potty.
The red head…
the one with the extra short, extra extra tight cut-offs, and the infamous cowboy boots that so obviously made his boy pant like a bitch in heat reached up and traced the pouty outline of Justice’s lip, cleaning away the dusting of powdered sugar that had been driving him fucking crazy for the past fifteen minutes.
Yep, he’d taken about all of this shit his jealous cock was going to let him put up with.
Smiling, his hand slipped into his pocket and hit the remote to the vibrating plug stuffed in his boy’s tight ass – the one of many stipulations he’d placed on Justice in order to get him to agree to their carnival outing.
His reward was a sudden jerking from Justice, a startled yelp, and the sexiest fucking blush this side of the Mason/Dixon line.
Wide blue eyes met his.
He answered with an arrogant wink…
and increased the vibrator’s speed to the highest level.
In seconds, the boy excused himself and stalked over to him, scowling and pouting.
As soon as he was within arm’s reach, Malachi ceased the vibrations.
“What the fuckkity fuck, Malachi? That shit was so far past inappropriate there isn’t even a word for it,” he spat.
His fingers tousled his hair into a sexy mess as he huffed and puffed.
“Please tell me people can’t hear a buzzing sound, can they? Please say they can’t.”
Malachi admired the flushed cheeks and heaving chest of his pet.
Gorgeous.
He was young, built like a lean god in his T-shirt and low hanging jeans that cupped his package like a hand.
A thick leather belt accented his trim waist and lean hips.
He was dressed like every other kid his age, walking the carnival with an arrogant cockiness that accompanies men their age, but his boy was so much more.
His beauty, innocent and naughty, stood out, drawing too much attention from women and men for Malachi’s comfort.
Their outing needed to start winding down in the next few minutes.
“People can’t hear a buzzing sound,” Malachi deadpanned.
“I’m going to pay somebody to kick your ass. This is so wrong…on so many levels.”
“You were flirting with those girls. I think it is safe to assume Megan wouldn’t find that to be acceptable behavior from her sub.” There, blaming it on Megan made him feel so much better.
That way, he wouldn’t have to admit it was his jealously that had provoked the reaction.
Justice answered with one of his famous eye rolls.
“Seriously? Megan wouldn’t care. She knows I wouldn’t cross the line, she trusts me! When I’m in a relat…” he paused and struggled to correct himself.
“I don’t fuck around when I’m involved in a thing, Malachi. I was just messing around.” Fuck, it was a relationship to him but he seriously doubted if Malachi or Megan categorized it to that level of emotional commitment.
“Fine, I won’t do it again…without a warning. The yelp was really cute though.”
“Fuck you, Sir. I have you know that chick knows how to drive a tractor,” he bragged.
“A fucking tractor. If you had kept your fingers out of your pockets, I could have probably convinced her to teach me. I’m going way out on a limb here, but I’m pretty certain that was probably the last chance in my lifetime that I’ll have the opportunity to learn how to drive a tractor.”
He pouted and it only made him cuter…
and Malachi more jealous.
“Why on earth would you need to know how to drive a tractor?” Malachi looked worriedly around at the crowd.
He was so ready for the night to end.
They’d already been there for almost an hour.
Forty-seven minutes of his life that he would never get back.
“Are we ready to go?”
“You’re kidding me, right? Number one, who wouldn’t want to know how to drive a tractor? Number two, she was wearing cowboy boots and cut offs. Number three, we haven’t ridden the first ride yet so, no, we are not ready to go yet.”
“Number one, I don’t want to know how to drive a tractor. Number two, I’ll buy Meg a pair of cowboy boots and cut offs and she will fucking rock them better than any chick here…or on this planet. Number three, you know I’m not riding any rides with you, right?” A queasy feeling settled right in the pit of Malachi’s stomach as he imagined himself on one of these ridiculous rides, looking like a fool.
Hell, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that those rides had been thrown up and glued together in less than one hour each.
Justice slammed his hands on his hips and glowered.
“You have to ride the rides. That’s why we are here…well, that and the funnel cakes, candied apples, and cotton candy. You have to ride. If you make me do it by myself, I’m going to look like the biggest loser weirdo that nobody wanted to ride rides with.”
The cute fucker had mastered the pout.
He clearly hadn’t mastered submission yet, but the pout…
he had that one under complete control.
“No,” he grit out.
Holy fuck, this was going to get ugly.
He needed a distraction.
“But you were dead on about how sexy the chicks sound with their Southern drawl. Goes straight to your cock, yeah?”
Justice turned and frowned, wondering who the fuck this man was and what he’d done with Malachi.
The face and rock-hard body was his, but the words tumbling out of those sexy lips?
Nope, not Malachi.
That’s when it suddenly dawned on Justice…
and it made the biggest fucking smile in the world spread across his lips.
The high and mighty, tougher than shit, mother fuckin’ Dom that knew more about how to torture a body than a priest knew about the Bible was afraid of carnival rides.
Oh, holy hot damn, this was going to be fun.
“Fuck me sideways, you’re afraid to get on the rides, aren’t you? You are a scaredy cat!” He joked, dragging the word out to tease him even more.
If steam could come out of Malachi’s ears, it would be fogging all around his head right now.
He wasn’t afraid of anything.
He’d seen things done to the human body that could cause most folks to pass out from disgust and fear.
Evil had been his constant companion for most of his life.
He could fight like a mother fucker and had never been bested by another.
He was afraid of the carnival rides.
“Shut up, Justice,” he growled, knowing he wasn’t mad at the kid for tormenting him.
Hell, it was pretty funny.
The boy taunting him was just another example of how important the kid was becoming to him.
He didn’t allow that type of play with anyone except for Dante or Megan…
and now Justice.
“Give me your phone,” Justice demanded.
“I’ve got to call Meg and tell her. This is priceless. You are so afraid. Seriously, dude, your face is a little green and you aren’t even on a ride yet.”
“We aren’t calling Megan or sending her a selfie of my green face!” He rubbed his forehead, wondering how in the world he’d allowed the kid to ease past all his barriers and worm his way straight into his ice cold heart.
“You do realize that they probably put those rides together in like fifteen minutes flat, right?”
“Yepppppp,” Justice popped out.
“You also realize that some of the people working here don’t appear to be…well, not to be rude, but they don’t appear to be the sharpest knife in the drawer, if you know what I mean.”
“God forbid you be rude,” Justice joked.
“Hell to the no, that could never happen! Not sugar and spice and everything nice Malachi!”
“Fuck you, smart ass. I am going to make your cock and ass pay for this when we hit the playroom again,” Malachi promised with a tight grin.
The thoughts of riding those rides really did make his stomach queasy.
The thought of seeing another huge smile on his pet’s face, that made it worthwhile.
Eye roll.
“You already do that anyway, Sir . Now, let’s go pick out the scariest one of all and climb on the crazy train and hope all the screws don’t come lose and send us flying through the air and then land on some iron stake somewhere, impaling our guts in front of everybody. You know what I bet? I bet we won’t die straight away. We’ll probably dangle there, writhing in pain, blood dripping from every single hole we’ve got.” Justice smiled over at him.
“That’s what I bet will happen.”
“I bet I know of at least two holes that will definitely get impaled and will be dripping with something as punishment for this little field trip you convinced me to take you on.” Malachi shoved him toward the area where the notoriously dangerous rides awaited.
“Just take me and buy me one funnel cake, Malachi. Please. Please, just one funnel cake,” he mocked as they walked straight toward the current bane of his existence.
Justice winked at a forty year old woman as she walked past them, eye-fucking both of them with her hungry gaze.
“Hey, doll! Nice cowboy boots!”
“I sure do know how to ride if you’re interested,” she purred.
“Oh, I’m in…”
“Not interested, ma’am. Sorry. They only let him out of the institution twice a month and all those meds they have him on?” Malachi grimaced and shook his head.
“He totally can’t even get it up anymore. Such a sad, sad waste, don’t you think?”
She frowned and hustled away.
“Okay, first of all, that was pretty fucking mean, dude. You don’t ever diss a man’s manhood. Ever . Secondly, you made a funny…told a joke. It was cute, kind of hot, I think.”
“Maybe you should call Meg with that one. Tell her I’m turning into a regular jokester.”
A perfectly shaped brow arched.
“Eh, it wasn’t really that funny. Kind of lame, but I’ll give you an A for effort. Meg would too, I’m sure.”
Thirty minutes later, Malachi had been taught a hard lesson in humility.
He’d lived twenty seven years without ever allowing anyone to get the best of him, embarrass him or make him look like a pussy.
It was a good run.
It was over.
He’d thrown up twice and he was pretty sure that he’d even screamed like a girl once.
He’d deny it until the day he died, but they both would know the truth.
Well…
him, Justice, and the little girl that had been riding in the cart behind them.
She hadn’t screamed.
In his defense, at her age, she had absolutely no idea how unsafe those rides surely were.
Justice had laughed at him…
out loud, probably peed his pants laughed at him.
The kid’s entire face had lit up with a carefree smile that he hadn’t ever seen on those pouty lips before…
and the kid was usually always smiling.
This smile, this one had been different.
It had made Malachi’s heart do funny things in his chest.
It scared the life right out of his body.
It felt fucking good.
He wanted to fuck him good .
“Thanks for letting me send Meg the selfie. Nobody would have ever believed a person could look both green and white at the same time if you hadn’t have let me document it forever and ever with a pic.”
“You’re going to pay for this, pet. I swear you are going to pay. I don’t yet know how or when…but you’re going to be sorry for putting me through that hell…and laughing about it!”
“Yea, yea. I’m trembling in my shoes, big man.” He shoved his hand over his mouth and muffled out, “I’m so scared, I think I’m going to throw up.” Malachi punched his arm hard enough to leave a nasty bruise by morning.
“Twice.”
Revenge was going to be so sweet.
Justice for Justice was going to be one for the record books.
He didn’t have a clue what he was going to do, but he’d find just the perfect…
“Oh, fuck me,” Justice whispered in alarm.
“Well, lookee here, would ya? It’s a mechanical bull for folks to ride.” Malachi smiled sweetly.
“Doesn’t that look like it’d been great fun, Justice?” He leaned in and whispered, “Especially with a vibrating plug crammed up your ass.”
“Please don’t make me.”
Malachi clapped him on the back.
“Why ever not? It’s the next best thing to driving a tractor. Come on, let’s get you signed up.”
“Please,” he squeaked out.
“Sir?”
“How much for a long, hard ride?” Malachi asked the man operating the mechanical bull.
“The kid has been bragging and bragging about how easy it is. I think somebody needs to be taught a lesson in humility…and respect.”
The man, not a tooth in his head, grinned from ear to ear as he studied Justice, knowing straight away the kid was a city slicker if there ever was one.
“Ten dollars but this one can ride for five. Maybe teach him that lesson, eh?” A spit of tobacco shot out of his mouth, barely missing Justice’s converse tennis shoes by an inch.
“By all means.”
After paying the man for Justice’s ride on the mechanical bull, Malachi returned his attention back to his pouting pet.
“You know that is probably going to hurt me with this toy crammed up my ass, right?”
“I’m counting on it.”
“You also know I’m too stubborn to just fall off as soon as it starts to save my ass from any unnecessary pain, don’t you?”
“I’m counting on it.”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Justice hissed.
“A fucking sadist asshole.”
Malachi merely smiled.
“I hope you don’t turn green.”
“Prick.”
Malachi watched as his pet climbed up on the mechanical bull, grimacing slightly as he eased into the saddle.
No one else would have ever noticed, but he did.
He would know each and every time the kid felt a somewhat unnerving twitch deep in his ass as he rode the bucking machine with his butt plug firmly in place.
Being the sadist Justice had accused him of, he switched the toy to vibrating mode and merely waved pleasantly when a scowl was shot his way.
The machine operator clumped back over and asked, “You want to do the honors?” He indicated the start button with a point of his finger.
“Sure. I don’t mind if I do.”
Just as he’d predicted, Justice had been too stubborn to just fall off the damned bull after a couple of minutes.
Nosiree, he was determined to last longer than anybody that had tried it a head of him, regardless of whatever discomforts his ass was feeling.
Malachi admired how his sleek body moved gracefully with the pumps and thrusts of the bull.
His face was determined but you couldn’t mistake the hint of a smile always tugging at the corners of his lips.
The kid enjoyed everything he did, throwing everything he had into it.
It was beautiful to watch and he was fucking proud the kid belonged to him and Meg.
Taking out his phone, he filmed a few minutes of it and then typed a quick message telling her about the toy stuffed in his ass.
She would get a kick out of that.
Figuring the kid out was turning out to be more difficult than usual for him.
Most submissives loved to…
well, submit.
They wanted to give up control and allow their more dominant partner to guide them.
Some wanted a dominant that would take it from them, a game they liked to play.
His pet wasn’t either of those, he didn’t think.
Sure, there was no questioning that he enjoyed pain, found subspace faster than anyone he’d ever worked with, but it wasn’t just that propelling him down this path.
He would be submissive in the playroom, but from reading body language, Malachi didn’t think it was because he wanted to submit his body to another.
His pet wanted to submit his mind over…
he wanted the choices taken away from him.
“The boy sure can ride, can’t he?” The woman with the cowboy boots from earlier said in a husky voice.
She was standing way too close, her eyes way too hungry for his boy.
Using the same words as earlier, he summed it up the best damn way possible.
“I’m counting on it.”
Thirty minutes later, they were in the Hummer and headed in the direction of their temporary home.
Justice’s ass was still stinging from the bull ride, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.
What was troubling him was how quiet Malachi had gotten as soon as they’d climbed into the vehicle.
Sure, he’d probably pushed his luck by making him buy another three candied apples and six bags of cotton candy to take home.
On top of that, he’d taken the time to win Megan a big giant stuffed animal that already had a hole in one of the seams…
cheap-ass carnival prizes.
She would fucking love it .
While those types of things always annoyed Malachi, Mr.
Do Everything by the Schedule, they’d never made him act this…
weird.
His fingers were gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles looked almost as white as his face had on the Tilt-A-World.
Dude was definitely stoked about something.
He started to panic, his wrist started tingling.
Did he do something wrong?
Overstep?
Maybe he’d acted too much like their night had been a date or something that put him outside of the sub role?
Worries started to plague him, worries that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Nervously, he recalled every event of the night, searching for the one that had upset Malachi, but came up blank.
“Why are you staring at me?” Malachi asked, jerking him back to the present.
His fingers started tapping the tattoo on his right wrist.
Focus.
“Why are you mad at me? What did I do wrong?” Focus .
Malachi scowled.
“Why do you think I’m mad at you?” He turned into the gated property on the lake where they were staying, waving politely toward the guard shack when the ninety year old man looked in their direction.
Focus .
“Eh, because you’re gripping that steering wheel hard enough to break it in two and I’m pretty sure the steering wheel hasn’t done anything to deserve that…so it must be me.”
A soft, deadly chuckle slipped from between Malachi’s lips.
He turned into the driveway and eased the gear shift into park.
Turning to his pet, he said, “Oh, it is you, pet. I want to fuck you tonight. I want to fuck you so hard that every time you move tomorrow, you will be reminded who your ass belongs to. I want to fuck you until you are screaming my name loud enough to keep the neighbors up all night long.” His eyes remained locked on the pale blue orbs that were suddenly wide enough to resemble a cartoon character.
“Every night in the playroom, I’ve watched you come unglued, lose control and feel nothing but pleasure from the strikes and pain my hands have given you. Tonight, I want to watch you do the same while I fuck you over and over again. I want all that, but I don’t know that you’re ready yet.”
Justice blinked slowly and took a deep breath.
Those weren’t words he’d been expecting to hear, but oh how he’d wanted to hear them, waited to hear them.
He was fucking terrified.
He’d never wanted anything more in his entire life.
This was going to hurt like a mother fucker.
Would he be gay in the morning?
No, he was pretty sure he would still want pussy…
he just might want dick just as bad.
“Oh…okay. Sure, okay.” He sounded like an idiot, like a breathless virgin on prom fucking night.
“I’m good with that.”
“Okay?”
“Eh, yea, okay.”
“Okay.”
Now they both sounded like idiots.
However, the nervousness didn’t last long with Malachi.
“Okay. Get your ass out of the car and get into the house. Now.”
Justice’s legs felt like noodles when he slid out of the Hummer.
All his treasures from the carnival were left behind, completely forgotten, as he walked the short path to the front door.
He heard Malachi flip off the security system, so he reached for the door knob, choosing to ignore how badly his hand was shaking, and opened it up.
He hadn’t taken three steps into the foyer when he heard the door slam behind him and then found himself slammed, face first, against the wall.
A hard body pinned him there, breathing heavy against his neck, holding him still…
“Put your arms up for me, babe,” Malachi purred right up against his ear and then bit down hard on the earlobe, causing Justice to whimper softly.
When he raised his arms, his T-shirt was lifted and tossed aside.
When he started to drop them back down, heart jackhammering straight out of his chest, Malachi whispered and told him to hold position.