Chapter 15
Justice and Sal walked the wooded path that was supposed to lead to some gazebo once he hit the clearing.
He doubted he would go that far…
didn’t trust himself to be alone with his thoughts that long.
His thoughts?
Dangerous territory .
He’d felt it coming for days now…
threatening the peace and happiness he was so desperately trying to build with Malachi and Megan.
It had started creeping upon him the moment hell had broken lose in the courthouse.
There was no fucking connection that he could link to his usual triggers, but it had happened.
O’Hara’s bodyguards had apparently been loyal to Marcus instead of the old man.
His eyes blinked rapidly as he pictured the old man’s throat being slit open right in front of them, right in the middle of the fucking courthouse with the FBI standing right there.
Blood had sprayed in every direction.
.
Three of Dustin’s security team had tackled him to the ground, covering his body with their own.
From beneath the pile, he had managed to see Malachi, his father, and the rest of Jericho security destroy O’Hara’s men before they could even attempt the second portion of their plan – killing Justice before he could testify.
Those poor pathetic drug-sucking bastards had been willing to give their own lives just to erase his…
and free Marcus O’Hara.
They hadn’t counted on Malachi.
Even with his insecurities and doubts threatening to overtake him at any given moment, Justice’s cock still got hard when he pictured how efficiently and utterly deadly Malachi’s movements had been as he systematically removed each and every threat to his pet.
Muscles rippled and his eyes blazed with fury and determination.
It should have thrilled Justice, convinced him that the other alpha man really wanted him, but in the end, it had only succeeded in making his dick hard.
His heart was still fucking soft.
Why did it always happen?
He didn’t have a fucking clue.
Sure, he knew what the psychiatrist preached to him, but he was pretty sure that fucker didn’t really have a clue.
He hadn’t walked in his shoes…
hidden in his closet.
The man didn’t survive the first eight years of his life surrounded by drugs, sex, and abuse…
or without any touches generated from love.
His doctor had a mother to love him, hold him, kiss away his aches and pains, and protected him from the evils of the world.
His mother, God rest her crack-head soul, had thrust her son smack fuck in the middle of evil.
At least that’s what his good doctor said was wrong with him.
There’s a word, a cold medical term, for his constant torment, but he didn’t like to think it or say it.
Acknowledging it only made it even more real and ugly.
He liked to pretend he was perfectly normal instead of broken, capable of normal relationships.
Maybe that’s why he couldn’t be fixed, why the worries of his disease were always there, lurking in the back of his mind, hiding in that closet with the little boy Conners had found all those years ago.
Wasn’t admitting you have the problem the first step to recovery?
Well, if that was the recovery step, what was lying to yourself and others…
pretending you’re capable of a relationship when you know you aren’t?
Fucked up, that’s what it was.
Focus.
He had to stay focused on making this be exactly what it was supposed to be…
sex.
His dick could come out to play but his fucking weak and needy heart had to stay locked away.
He felt his body go rigid with fury as his mind violently denied his thoughts.
Yea, his poor pathetically needy mind wanted to fall in love every…
damned…
time.
Every time someone touched him, his mind tumbled head over heels in love, dragging his heart and body along for the ride.
Back at the cabin in Tennessee, he’d continuously fought the battle to not repeat his past mistakes.
When he’d wanted to hop out of bed every morning and fix Malachi’s breakfast, he’d poured himself a bowl of cereal and planted his ass firmly in a chair.
Every time he was near the man, his hands itched to explore every inch of his body, greedily touching and claiming it as his own, but Malachi had fixed the fuck out of that with his restraints.
Fuck, how he loved those restraints.
They kept him from doing embarrassingly dumb shit…
took his control away and made his body focus on feeling instead of trying to please.
He loved being tied.
He loved kneeling and waiting for his master or Mistress to tell him what he could or couldn’t do.
At this moment, those restraints might be the only life line keeping his head above water.
Darkness threatened.
How much longer could he hold it at bay?
How long did he have before it all tumbled down around him?
The sound of horses galloping in his direction jerked him back to reality.
It was a good thing.
Sal, his protector, heard the approach and started trying to climb up his body.
With a roll of his eyes, he hefted the lanky bloodhound into his arms and snuggled him close against his chest.
He damned well knew how bad it felt to be afraid, so he held the trembling fur mass tightly.
The fucker was too big to be carried…
but he did it anyway.
How different would his life be right now if someone had carried him?
The two horses wheeled to a stop a few yards in front of him.
Shit, the smiles on Susannah and Jasper’s faces nearly brought him to his knees.
Jasper had been through so much more fucking shit than he had, but Goldilocks was still able to fall in love.
He glanced up and forced a fake smile on his face.
Susannah would fall for it, Jasper would not.
Jasper’s Domme, as usual, looked fucking gorgeous in her leathers and her wild auburn hair curling in every direction.
She looked untamable…
body and spirit.
The leather bustier hugged her curves to perfection.
The black leather pants looked like a second skin as they enhanced every firm muscle and soft womanly dip.
Holy shit!
Were they…
“Eyes on me, asshole,” Jasper barked as he maneuvered his horse between Susannah and Justice.
Yep, those were crotch less leathers and Goldilocks didn’t like to share.
Fine by him, he had double the fun waiting for him at the castle…
for now.
“Chill out, Goldilocks,” he smirked.
“What’s wrong? Plug in your ass too big for a comfortable horseback ride?”
Ahhhh…
such a pretty blush.
It was no wonder everyone fell for his charms.
Susannah’s laughter interrupted any weak argument Jasper might have been about to throw his way.
“Calm down, boys ,” she said, her tone stressing their age.
“Justice, your lovers are waiting for you…and they have a fun evening planned. You probably need to head back. You won’t want Malachi to come looking for you.” She grinned as she pulled her cell out of one of her saddlebags.
She was still grinning as her fingers swept rapidly across the keys.
When she finished, she said, “I just sent Megan a quick text to tell her you needed some extra discipline for trying to provoke my sub.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, but it didn’t really scare him in the least.
He could handle anything they could give him in the playroom.
His body was made for pain.
“Yea…they’ll probably do that too.” She hit another button on her phone and he saw Jasper jerk in the saddle.
Eh…
been there, done that.
Vibrating plug.
“You guys have fun,” he said with a wave to send them on their way.
Goldilocks looked about ready to blow right there in his jeans.
Once they were safely away, he eased Sal to the ground.
The bloodhound, deadly aggressor, barked loudly once he realized they were no longer a threat to either of them.
Shaking his head at the poor bastard’s ball-less behavior, he started back down the path toward the castle.
If his dominants wanted him in the playroom, he damned well wanted to be there.
He knew time was slipping away and these days would soon be lost to him forever.
“Well. Well. Looks like Sleepy Beauty is alive,” Malachi teased when he saw Justice’s eyes open.
The boy blinked around in confusion as he tried to get his bearings straight, figure out where the fuck he was and what the fuck had happened.
Call him whatever you wanted for feeling the way he did, but Malachi fucking loved that he and Megan had done that to his boy.
Megan obviously felt the same way.
She was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she watched Justice struggle back to awareness.
What they had used on the boy in the playroom had been nothing but pure pleasure and he’d still gone all subspace and passed out cold on them.
“What the fuck?” Justice muttered.
He looked around the room.
They weren’t in the playroom any more.
The three of them were on the King sized bed, him trapped in the middle of his lovers.
They both looked like they were ready to pounce on him at any given moment.
“When did we come in here?”
“We didn’t,” Malachi countered.
“I had to carry your heavy ass, passed out like a teenage girl getting nailed for the first time. Pussy,” he teased.
“Stop teasing him, babe,” Megan griped playfully.
“You’ll make him mad and he won’t play again.” Her smile was utterly wicked.
“And we are ready to play again….as soon as you wakey wakey, of course.”
“Ah, look, he’s waking up.”Malachi reached for his pet’s cock and loved how his back arched completely off the bed just from a single touch.
Justice watched as Malachi toyed with his cock, which was definitely waking up.
This whole cuddling up in bed was dangerous for him, it felt way too good.
The pheromones they were sending out messed with his body and mind.
“You wanna play?” Megan purred in his ear, causing every single reservation he’d been feeling disappear in a puff.
“Hell yea, I want to play,” he murmured sleepily but he was waking up really fast.
“I’ll be right back!” She leaned over and kissed the head of his cock, Malachi’s nose, and then disappeared through the door that led to the playroom.
“Alrighty then.” Justice started to sit up, but Malachi pushed him back down with a firm hand against his chest.
“She’s been wiggling like a puppy in a cage waiting on you to wake up. It kind of reminded me of you, all wasted energy and unbridled excitement. It looks good on both of you.” One hand continued to hold him down by pressing against his chest while the other hand lazily stroked his swelling cock.
Already his chest was beginning to heave with short gulps of air.
“Why…why didn’t you wake me up?” Justice gasped out between growls of arousal.
“Fuck that feels good. I can do that myself but it feels so much better when you do it.”
Malachi barked out a laugh.
“Maybe you’re just lazy? Anyway, she wouldn’t let me wake you up. Some stupid shit about how cute you looked while you were asleep was her lame argument. To me, you just looked like you’d just had the life fucked out of you and you needed it again.”
“Ah, the things you say, such a fucking romantic. Faster, okay? Almost there.”
Malachi slapped his cock hard enough to cause it to bounce right back into his hand.
“Not yet, Mr. I-can-come-in-thirty-seconds teenager,” he reprimanded.
“Shit, man! Watch it! That beauty is kind of important to me.”
“Almost ready, boys!” Megan’s sing-song voice sounded from the next room.
“Okay, tiger. Let’s get you into position.” Malachi dropped down onto the bed, back flat against the mattress and motioned for Justice to straddle him.
“Hope on, cutie. Just pretend I’m that mechanical bull. You rode it so well back at the carnival.”
Justice glared…
then frowned.
“You want me to…to…I’m not, you know, ready.” He was still pretty new to this whole take a cock up your ass thing so he could pretty much sum it up by saying it hurt like a mother-fucker if you weren’t careful with your preparations.
“I know. Just get on all fours, but do it over me.”
The gleam in Malachi’s eyes told him things were probably going to get nasty really quick.
The position?
Well, he was pretty certain he didn’t care for it, made him feel too exposed.
As usual, they didn’t really ask his opinion, though.
Hell, they both knew how much he loved pushing his own limits.
He climbed over Malachi’s rock hard body and put himself onto all fours.
It was a bit more difficult since Malachi, the fucking bastard, had his legs spread pretty far apart…
which made him spread his legs even more far apart in order to fit his knees on the outside of Malachi’s hips.
“Almost perfect,” Malachi complimented as he tugged him up a bit further.
With Malachi’s assistance, their cocks were now practically level with one another.
“Now it’s perfect.”
Justice looked down and saw his cock, swollen and leaking pre come, dangling down between his spread legs, bumping against Malachi’s rock hard cock as it thrust upward.
The slightest movement of either of their hips would have them sliding against each other, their juices mingling together.
It looked fucking hot and Justice was embarrassed when a soft whimper slipped from between his lips.
“Yea, it looks nice, doesn’t it, pet? Looks like they want to play with each other, eh?”
With Malachi’s teasing words, Justice reluctantly forced his eyes away from their cocks and looked straight into his master’s violet gaze.
The intensity of the look, the power the man held over him was intimidating.
He wanted to look away before the gaze completely consumed him, but he couldn’t.
He couldn’t have turned away if his very life had depended on it.
“Shit. This is…eh…this is…intense.”
“Meg told me your face was so fucking beautiful when I played with your ass. She said it was something I needed to see, something I needed to be able to enjoy, too. Your eyes get wide and then heavy with arousal. The shade darkens with the need you feel.” His finger traced the swollen bottom lip of his sub.
“She says you bite this bottom lip over and over, making it even more puffy and red. I want to see it for myself.”
His voice had dropped to that husky whisper that always drove Justice wild, made him want to submit to anything the man asked.
It was the sexiest sound on the earth and his body responded.
He felt his cheeks flame as his pre come dripped onto Malachi’s muscled stomach.
When the door to the playroom opened and closed, Justice turned his attention away from the mess he was making on Malachi’s stomach.
What met his eyes…
shit…
shit…
shit.
Megan was dressed in her usual black leather get-up, but this was definitely a new one.
It was made of strips of harnesses that covered lots of skin, but nothing that would normally be covered.
Her plump and perky breasts were exposed, nipples hard and begging to be suckled.
Seeing them like that?
Sexy as fuck.
The lower half of the outfit?
Scary as fuck.
A rather large dildo was strapped onto her, protruding out where a man’s cock would normally be.
He literally gulped.
“Oh, fuck.” Justice dropped his head against Malachi’s chest and whined.
Being fucked by Malachi was embarrassing enough.
Being fucked by Megan?
He wasn’t sure he could go through with it.
What would he look like?
Malachi always commented, devilish bastard, about how his pink hole gobbled up everything he put in it.
Mother fucking son of a bitch damn him to hell!
“Stop overthinking it, pet. I see your mind going about a mile a minute and I’m pretty sure I know what thoughts are tossing around in all that emptiness,” he teased.
“You’re gonna look fucking hot to your Mistress and you’re damn well gonna look fucking hot to your master while I watch your expressions while you take your Mistress’ gift inside your tight hole.”
“What are you guys whispering about? Do I look stupid?” Megan demanded.
A blush was staining her cheeks and neither man liked that.
“Hell, no!” They both yelled at the same time.
“How does your Mistress look, pet?” Malachi asked Justice.
“She looks fucking hot, Sir.” She did look fucking hot, and that dildo wasn’t nearly the size of Malachi’s cock.
He could do this.
He could do this.
Hell, he wanted to do this.
“What do you want her to do?”
Justice blushed.
“Don’t be a prick, Sir.” He couldn’t make himself say the words.
He knew what Malachi wanted, knew he wanted it as dirty as possible, but he could do it…
“What do you want me to do?” Megan purred in his ear.
He hadn’t even known when she closed the distance between them.
One minute she was on the other side of the room, next minute, her nipple brushed against his shoulder when she leaned in to whisper in his ear.
Fuck, he was such a pussy for a puckered nipple.
It got him every fucking time.
“I want you to fuck my ass with your dildo, Mistress. Fuck. Me. Hard.”
Malachi rolled his eyes.
“God, you are such a pussy. One nipple rub and you cave? That’s pathetic…an embarrassment to mankind around the world. A disgrace to…”
Megan stuffed her nipple right into Malachi’s mouth.
Words stopped, sucking and biting started.
His tongue flickered and teased, tugged and tasted.
All too soon, she pulled away, a naughty smile on her lips.
“Yea, you can probably fuck me in the ass when you’re finished with this one,” he conceded.
When he caught Justice grinning at him, he defended himself by saying, “It’s not the same, pussy. Her nipple was in my mouth. You only got a nipple rub. It’s totally not the same thing, no comparison.”
“Whatever helps you wear your leathers with pride, my man. What-the-fuck-ever.”
“Would you just mount the boy so he would shut up? The next thing I want to hear coming out of his mouth are those soft mewling sounds he makes when he’s taking it deep…and hard.”
“Why yes, I will,” Megan answered.
She grabbed a warm bottle of lube and climbed onto the bed.
Once she was in position behind Justice’s upturned, so beautifully offered ass, she gave it a firm slap.
It wasn’t hard enough to hurt but was hard enough to leave her hand print on his cheek.
“Mine,” she claimed.
“The outline of my hand branding your ass is absolutely gorgeous, babe.”
Justice groaned, feeling like a fool.
Having your ass presented to the woman of your dreams was pretty humiliating.
It wasn’t doing a thing to soften his cock, but it was humiliating.
Wasn’t it?
His cock didn’t think so.
“Oh, shit. I couldn’t feel more…”
Before he could finish, Megan put her small hand between his shoulder blades and pushed his upper body downward…
which, in turn, caused his ass to thrust even higher.
Fuck, maybe he could feel more vulnerable after all.
“Just for a second, babe.” She explained as she started dripping the warm lube on the crease of his ass.
As if this wasn’t bad enough, she used a hand to spread his cheeks wide so she could make certain several drops landed right on his puckered hole, causing him to clench and unclench his ass.
A husky growl of approval sounded in her throat.
A generous amount followed, dribbling down his crease, across his hole, tickled his taint, and then slipped to his balls.
A moan echoed in the room.
“You like that, baby?” She asked as her fingers started massaging the lube against his balls, gave his cock several hard tugs, twisting at the base, and then focused on his puckered hole.
“You’re gonna want to watch this, lover lover.” She told Malachi.
“Raise up, pet. Let me see your face,” Malachi ordered.
Justice wanted to deny him, didn’t want to look him in the eye and show him how much he fucking cared…
no, loved what they were doing to him.
Focus.
But there was no denying the man that controlled him.