Chapter 13 #2
“He really is submissive, acts all badass and manly until you put a dominant in front of him and he’s all melted butter.”
Malachi growled, but Dante shushed him by holding up his hand and shaking his head.
“I’ve got this. You guys carry on with whatever your plans are. Gretchen has a special dinner planned at six this evening, so make sure you’re all there.” He tossed Travis over his shoulder like he was no heavier than a sack of potatoes…
when he was really all lean muscles.
“Welcome to our home, Justice. I hope you love it as much as we do. You’ll learn to ignore my better but much mouthier other half.” He winked at the newcomer.
“When you see him again, I promise he’ll be all melted butter.”
“He totally does that shit on purpose,” Jasper smirked.
“New kid was getting too much attention, so he had to run his mouth and get Dante to focus solely on him.”
“Hey! Don’t talk about my baby brother that way,” Susannah warned with one of her delightfully devious smiles that Justice was already getting accustomed to.
“I might have to melt your butter if you aren’t careful.”
Jasper rolled his eyes.
“Promises. Promises.” He scooped up Chloe and made a clicking sound toward no name and the traitor, totally smitten with Jasper’s innocent charms like the rest of the free world, abandoned Justice with a loud flip-flop of his oversized ears.
“Let’s take the dogs out to the courtyard and let them get used to each other so that these poor lovesick fools can carry on in a place a bit more private.”
“That’s the best fucking idea I’ve heard all day,” Malachi growled.
“I’ll make this one up to you, Jasper.”
Justice stood frozen, his cock still painfully hard from Megan’ kiss, as he waited for what was going to happen next.
Susannah, Jasper, and the dogs wandered down the long hallway with Susannah vowing to blister his ass until he begged for her to stop.
Jasper just laughed and hugged her against him.
Their apparent love made Justice feel funny on the inside.
It was exactly what he’d always wanted…
but knew he could never have.
Being surrounded with this kind of emotional display of love was going to be tougher than shit for him, but he would make it fucking work.
Being Malachi and Megan’s pet would make it all worthwhile.
“Is everything ready upstairs, babe?” Malachi asked.
His voice was deep with need and his eyes burned with lust and excitement.
“Of course, lover lover,” she answered.
Turning to Justice, she asked, “Do you want to play?”
“Always.”
“Then let’s play,” she whispered as she took his hand and led him up the staircase, Malachi walking directly behind them.
With every sure and steady step that brought them closer to the bedroom, Malachi felt his body start to tighten and hum with cock-hardening excitement.
Megan and Justice walked a few steps ahead, hand in hand.
The woman he loved was beautifully confident and dominant as she worked to ease the nervous anxiety the boy he was beginning to love was clearly feeling.
Hell, he probably already did love him but his scared mind and body refused to let him embrace it fully…
yet.
Fuck, they looked gorgeous.
His .
They were his, didn’t deserve ‘em, but took ‘em anyway.
The darkness deep inside of him, put there by his beloved fucking father, always threatened to roar back to life and destroy the world he’d created for himself.
If it did, he’d rather die than allow himself to turn into a Nicholas.
He felt like this was the moment he’d been waiting for his entire life.
Inside the bedroom, Justice suddenly looked skittish…
worried to the point that he might consider jumping off the balcony to make his escape.
Cute.
His pet could handle every form of sexual masochism and play he had introduced him to over the past several weeks, but he was terrified of an itsy bitsy bedroom.
“Eh, where’s the playroom…sex room…whatever you guys call it?”
Megan chuckled softly.
“Babe, there’s more to this,” she motioned to the three of them, “than spanking asses and pushing your limits until you’re right on the edge of your comfort zone.” She sauntered over and trapped his face between her hands…
again.
“That one behind me, I’ve really missed him in my bed. This one in front of me, I’ve really wanted him in my bed. I need to confirm that he’s as good as I think he is…as good as he looked on video.”
Her lips crashed against his and every ounce of his blood crashed straight to his cock.
She kissed him without any restraint whatsoever, giving him everything she had to offer.
Her passion was hungry and demanding as her tongue danced with his.
Her teeth nibbled at his full lips, tugging roughly and then kissing it all better.
Much smaller than him, she still dominated their exchange.
She pulled away.
“Strip and kneel at the foot of the bed.”
This wasn’t what he had expected.
He liked it though.
Obediently he pulled his clothes away, trying to calm his thundering heart and throbbing cock with each movement.
Preparing for the playroom would calm him.
He knew what to expect.
This?
He’d never felt more fucking unbalanced in his entire life…
and his entire life had been nothing but one curve right after another, ensuring he was never quite balanced…
“Settle, pet!” Malachi ordered.
He hadn’t missed the fact that his movements which were normally sleek and sexy were jerky and…
well, still fucking sexy.
“Why are you nervous?” Malachi asked Justice.
“Is this not something you want, baby?” Megan asked him softly.
Her fingertips traced a soothing path against his ribs.
“Hell, yea, Mistress. Just not what I was expecting.”
She winked at him.
“Get that pretty ass of yours in your waiting position. Now.”
Justice walked to the end of the bed, where she had indicated earlier, and dropped into his waiting position.
He’d never been more aware of his nakedness in his life.
All of them together…
it was different.
Good, but still different.
His mind needed time for adjustment.
Malachi walked behind him…
Megan in front of him.
They were both still fully dressed, causing his nakedness to make him feel even more vulnerable.
However, when Malachi laid his heavy hands on his shoulders, he felt the peace start to descend upon him.
It was fucking amazing just how the man’s touch had the ability to begin to soothe his wild nerves…
and even wilder mind.
The touch made him feel owned .
He belonged to them because they wanted him.
“Are you okay, pet?” Malachi asked softly, hands still working their magic.
“Still feeling nervous?”
“Just a little,” he answered honestly.
Always honesty.
Well, almost always, he thought.
Some things were better left unrevealed.
“Red light?”
“Fucking no, Sir,” he answered quickly.
“Good. Give your right wrist to your Mistress,” Malachi ordered.
She strapped a leather restraint around the wrist…
after she caressed his tattoo and looked at him with a question in her eyes.
He shook his head slightly and she allowed him to hide from both of them a bit longer.
“Left wrist, pet,” Malachi said next.
Megan followed the same repetitive action as with the other wrist.
“Beautiful,” she murmured as she admired how the leather cuffs looked around his wrists as he knelt before them.
“Absolutely beautiful.” Her fingers caressed a lock of his silky hair and then tucked it behind his ear.
She didn’t want him hiding behind that beautiful hair of his.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he answered.
After patting his cheek, she turned and tugged at the chain that was dangling from one of the corners of the bed canopy.
Within seconds, she had the cuff locked onto his right wrist hooked into the chain.
Moving over, she followed suit with the left wrist, leaving him with each wrist locked to the chains.
His hands were stretched widely to the sides of his body but over his head.
He felt Malachi kneel behind him, kicking his knees even further apart when he settled right up against him, back to chest, ass to cock.
His hands moved off his shoulders.
One wrapped snuggly around the front of his throat and the other tugged on his hair until his head was tilted back slightly.
Malachi had done many things to his body…
all pleasurable and some painful.
He had tied him in various positions…
all pleasurable and some humiliating.
He had spanked him on every spot and titillated every orifice his owned.
He’d fucked him until girlie whimpers had flowed from his mouth and he hadn’t felt the least bit of shame from it.
He’d done many things…
but nothing felt quite as good as the hand wrapped around his throat.
He wasn’t chocking him, not in the least.
The feeling was more of a show of complete dominance.
He knew Malachi could apply just a touch of muscle, and his ability to breathe would disappear.
He also knew he didn’t have to worry about that.
Malachi knew exactly how to manipulate and maneuver his body to give him the most pleasure, to help him submit.
“Do you want to watch your Mistress undress for us, pet?” His hot breath tickled Justice’s ear.
His cock was plastered up against Justice’s ass…
threatening…
promising…
“Yes, Sir,” he whispered.
His body was already begging for release.
“Please, Sir.”
He felt Malachi nod, but no other part of his body moved.
He still held his throat, held his hair and forced his head up, still pressed his cock against his ass.
Megan climbed onto the bed.
She’d already tossed her shoes aside and she was only wearing the short black dress she’d had on downstairs.
It was loose and short.
When Malachi had picked her up to kiss her, his hands had clearly been cupping her ass.
Even now, when she would shift, he would catch a glimpse of bright pink panties, but then they’d vanish when her arms would drop again.
It was fucking torture.
Just a peek, and then gone.
He felt his breathing become even more ragged, but Malachi held him tightly, giving him a much needed anchor.
“Tell her what you want, pet. Let her hear your desire.” Hear it?
Hell, she had to be able to see it.
His cock was long and hard, dipping out in her direction, begging for attention.
“Please take off your dress, Mistress.” He heard himself say.
“Oh, fuck,” came next as he watched her slid the soft fabric over her head, revealing that tiny triangle of pink covering her pussy and no bra whatsoever.
Something heavy was pressing against his chest, making him almost dizzy.
“Breathe, pet,” Malachi ordered.
“You’re forgetting to breathe for us.”
Megan gifted them with a husky chuckle as she slid her panties down her legs, spreading them in a naughty display when she tossed the pink material aside.
Wantonly, she eased back on the pillows, legs spread and watched both her men.
“Do you smell her desire?” Malachi asked softly, his breath again tickling Justice’s ear.
“I smell her from here. I smell how badly she wants us both. We aren’t going to disappoint her, are we, pet?”
“No, Sir,” Justice gasped.
His breathing was becoming even more erratic as his arousal heightened.
He could easily smell her sex, the enticingly erotic scent that was threatening to make him whimper like he had when Malachi had fucked his ass.
“I won’t disappoint her,” he promised.
There was no need to mention Malachi…
he would never disappoint Megan.
Justice knew he was the only threat in that arena.
“Things are going to be a little different this first time, pet, okay? Just this first time, I promise,” Malachi told him.
His lips dipped to that sensitive spot between Justice’s neck and shoulder.
He licked the spot, knowing it would drive his boy wild.
“I need to fuck my woman, it’s been almost four weeks. Neither of us wanted you out of the room…we didn’t want you to feel left out or like you weren’t a part of us…but I’ve got to fuck my woman.” His voice sounded strained as he stressed the last sentence.
His tongue swiped up the side of Justice’s neck, evoking a sweet shiver.
The boy was listening, but his pretty blue eyes never once strayed from the luscious wetness between Megan’s open thighs.
He was literally entranced by the vision in front of him.
Malachi wondered if he would have to fuck the boy to draw his attention away.
“Are you okay with watching this first time…just for a few minutes?” He bit down on the sensitive spot, causing a yelp and whimper to tumble from the boy’s lips.
Finally, his eyes drifted around to look at his Dom.
The usual pale blue looked much darker as his arousal took over.
“Yes, Sir,” Justice mumbled.
When his tongue darted out to swipe his bottom lip, it was Malachi’s turn to moan.
Fuck, but he couldn’t wait until he had them both in his bed, whimpering and panting, submitting and dominating…
but he still really needed to fuck his woman.
Malachi pierced his eyes with an intense gaze and said, “I’ll be back for you in a few minutes. I’m just going to take the edge off and then you’ll be mine. Don’t look away,” he ordered.
Justice gulped.
“Yes, Sir.” His cock already felt like it was about to explode.
Watching his lovers fuck in front of him?
Shit, but he was in serious trouble.
His hands grappled at the restraints but they held tightly.
His mouth was dry but his cock was wet while he watched Malachi and Megan make love to one another while he was tied, on his knees, at the foot of the bed.
He’d worried that being ‘set aside’ might cause his darkness to drape over him, start tormenting him, but it didn’t…
it couldn’t, they both kept pulling him into their fuck-fest with words, softly spoken by Megan and harshly growled by Malachi.
Malachi, his Dom, fucked Megan just as roughly and forcefully as he’d fucked him last night and this morning.
A part of him had figured that Megan, the one who received his kisses, would be made love to…
cherished and worshipped, but that wasn’t how it was.
Malachi fucked her…
and she fucking loved it.
Her moans and whimpers sounded a lot like the sounds he made when Malachi fucked him.
He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
Is that how he looked when Malachi had taken him?
Did he look so utterly possessed and dominated?
Fuck, yea, he knew he had.
Megan had told him that watching Malachi play with him, tease and torment his body, while she was on the other side of that screen had been one of the most provocative…
and frustrating things she’d ever endured.
She’d explain, in erotically explicit detail, how arousing it was to see Malachi dominate and Justice submit.
He was getting just a taste of that now, although neither of these lovers submitted.
It was just as sexy but different than what Megan had gotten to view.
He didn’t look away from them…
couldn’t look away from them, but he felt his cock weeping with lust, dribbling down his length and dropping onto the floor.
He squirmed, but there was no way to find any friction to help with his predicament.
The fuckers had known that.
“Stop that!” Malachi ordered with delight laced in his gravelly sounding voice.
“That doesn’t belong to you, lover! You get to come when we say you get to come.”
“Fuckkkkk,” he moaned in frustration.
They didn’t make him wait long.
Megan mewled and then howled her release, allowing Malachi to follow quickly afterwards.
He grunted and groaned…
and Justice was satisfied to know he didn’t sound a bit more satisfied or his orgasm any more intense than when he came after fucking him.
He could do this.
He could make this work.
No emotions…
no darkness.
Within minutes, they were both coming at him and their faces were breathtaking masks of pure dominance.
They wanted him, that much was obvious.
Could he handle both of them manipulating and teasing his body at the same time?
Hell, yea, he could.
Could he handle not allowing his heart to play?
He’d damned well have to.
Malachi moved behind him, dropped to his knees, and bumped his larger body flush up against Justice.
His hips gave a solid thrust up against his ass.
It could have been a pleasant ‘hello’ or an ‘I’m going to fuck you hard’ warning.
Justice preferred the latter…
and suspected that would be exactly what he would get.
“Miss me, lover?” The gravelly voice asked.
He mouth was right up against Justice’s ear and his tongue toyed and played with the lobe and then dove straight inside, tormenting him in a most delightful way.
Justice felt his body shiver.
“Lover? I’m your pet,” Justice answered tartly.
Hell, he just needed to put it out there as a reminder for himself.
Malachi had no idea how dangerous simple words could be.
“We aren’t in the playroom,” Malachi countered and leaned back just enough to smack an ass cheek.
“You’re our lover in this room, smartass.”
Shit.
Fuck.
Damn.
Hell, fucking no.
“Just drop it, Justice,” Megan ordered in her husky voice.
She had positioned her body directly in front of him, on her knees, as well.
He was sandwiched between them and he’d be damned if it didn’t make him feel safer than fuck.
It made him think nothing could come between them.
He was cherished and desired.
Hell, the desire was bumping right up against the crease in his ass right now.
He did need to just drop it.
“Yes, lover,” he answered.
“Oh, hell no,” she countered quickly.
“I’m new at this Mistress business and I damned well like it…a lot. I’m your Mistress no matter where we are, big boy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he corrected.
Hell, he would have said anything because she had followed up her Mistress comment by grabbing his cock and giving it a solid stroke up and down, smearing his pre come along the length.
A moan ripped from his throat as the sensation of her tiny hand finally touching him…
after all the times she’d watched Malachi torment his cock, balls, and ass, she was finally touching him.
He had to fight not to blow his load right then and there.
“That’s better,” she purred and then rewarded him with a passionate and forceful kiss that left his lungs tugging for air and his cock gasping for release.
He felt achy and twitchy all over.
Megan moved closer, pushing her curves against his chest, cock, and thighs.
Behind him, Malachi moved in even closer.
He could feel every soft dip of Megan’s body…
every hard line of Malachi’s.
He loved feeling anchored between them, safely tucked away from having to make any of his own decisions.
They would make decisions for him…
let him know when he would receive pleasure and pain.
His body belonged to them.
“You’re ours .” Malachi’s deep voice rumbled from behind him, tugging at his very soul.
“Yes,” he said.
His voice sounded breathless…
needy.
Hell, he was needy.
He needed them .
“Did you enjoy watching Malachi fuck me?” Megan asked.
Her hands were now caressing his chest, massaging his pecs and then dipping lower to tease the muscles of his abs.
Her fingertips, whispery soft, followed the line of his hip bones before giving his cock a gentle pull and twist.
Her tongue, pink and soft, flicked out and tickled his nipples.
“Ahhhh, yes, Mistress,” he moaned.
“Yes, I loved watching him fuck you. Please,” he whispered.
“Please keep touching me there.” Malachi chuckled behind him, causing his chest to vibrate against Justice’s back, enticing him even more.
“Oh, I will, baby. There will be plenty of time for that.” She kissed his swollen lips again.
“But right now, I want to watch Malachi fuck you…just like you watched him fuck me. I want to see his big cock disappear into your tight ass and I want to hear your pretty whimpers when he does it. Can you boys do that for me?” She looked deep into his eyes.
“Can I watch Malachi claim that beautiful ass of yours, baby?”
Justice felt the floor teeter beneath his knees when she whispered her request to him.
Her eyes, beautifully wicked, were dancing with his own, begging him to submit…
to let her watch.
Chills raced up and down his spine.
Malachi’s cock, hard and enticing, was pressed tightly against him, positioned between his ass cheeks.
“Of course, Mistress,” he answered obediently.
Desire and a hint of embarrassment entwined with one another and shot straight to his cock.
He heard Malachi’s breath hiss out before he claimed Megan’s mouth in a passionate kiss.
He wanted to watch, to see Malachi plunder her soft lips, but he couldn’t get his head turned around.
Instead, he listened to the sounds of their passion and felt their arousal as their hands caressed and teased his body as their lips worked one another.
He heard another one of his whimpers escape between his own lips.
Normally, he would have hated the weak sound, thinking it made him sound and look femininely submissive, but not when he was with Malachi.
The man had made it erotically clear how sexy he found Justice’s sounds to be.
He heard the snap of lube being opened and seconds later, he felt one of Malachi’s fingers, thick and hot, start nudging his entrance.
With a gentle push at his back, he felt Malachi guide him forward, closer to Megan and in a better position to be probed.
He might have blushed if he hadn’t had caught a glance of Megan’s eyes, looking behind him, intensely hungry, as she watched Malachi slip in another finger to go with the first one.
“Moan for me, lover.” Malachi urged in a gravelly voice that left no doubts to how aroused he was.
“You know how much I love to hear those pretty sounds you make.”
Stubbornly, Justice bit his bottom lip to try and prevent the sounds from escaping.
He was going to make the arrogantly seductive bastard work for it.
Megan didn’t need to know just how easy he was, how quickly Malachi could make him purr like a kitten.
“Our stubborn little lover is trying to hold back on us, baby doll,” Megan purred.
“He’s worrying that bottom lip so hard that he might just nibble it right off.”
Malachi chuckled and slid in the third finger, stretching him…
easing him into the painful burn that would soon be followed by intense pleasure.
“Don’t you worry, Meg. He won’t be able to hold back. Our boy can moan and whimper just as good as his ass can take a flogging.”
“Take him,” she demanded, her normally soft and steady voice sounding desperate, heavy with arousal.
She grasped the back of his neck with her hand and pulled him closer to her, giving her an unrestricted view of Malachi guiding his lubed cock toward the puckered hole.
Her hand on the back of his neck felt good…
but when both hands slid down, cupped his trembling globes and spread his cheeks open, it felt unbelievably fucking good.
He held still, completely submissive, as his Mistress presented him to his Dom.
If possible, just being in the position made him feel like he’d already hit his subspace.
His feelings for both of them were overpowering and frightening, but he wasn’t able to worry another second about the possible repercussions of those emotions…
not when Malachi’s cock breeched his tight ring of muscle…
and kept pushing, further and further, stretching and burning, until he was buried to the hilt.
He felt the other man’s balls bumping against him.
He heard Megan’s whispered words of pure feminine satisfaction.
Heaven, this had to be what it felt like.
“So beautiful,” Megan cooed.
“Both of my babies are so beautiful right now.” She bit his shoulder blade in a way that made him feel like she was claiming him like an animal does during mating.
“Your ass was made for us, lover. Don’t ever doubt it. It looks so gorgeous swallowing Malachi’s cock.”
Justice moaned.
Hell, what else could he do after such a naughty compliment?
Megan, sweet Megan, fucked him with her words while Malachi’s cock claimed him in a completely physical way.
Their ownership of his body was the most delicious feeling in the world.
He tried to move his hips, thrust just enough to cause his cock to slide against Meg’s soft stomach and his lover’s cock to hit the bundle of nerves hidden inside of him.
Malachi had only taken him this way a handful of times, but his body already knew what it wanted, knew how badly it craved for the bigger man to begin pounding his hole with the violent thrusts associated with his male lover.
“Nope,” Malachi barked as his large hands gripped Justice’s lean hips and held him completely immobile.
“Not yet, lover,” he warned.
“We aren’t finished with you yet.”
Justice whined.
Yep, a whine.
Could he sound any more like a pussy?
“Please,” he added to his whine.
Yea, he guessed he could sound more like a pussy…
he just did.
“Give me a minute, babe. I just can’t tear my eyes away from the vision in front of me,” Megan griped.
“You guys look so sexy. I have the most horrible feeling I’m going to picture this lovely vision at the most inopportune times. Like, when I’m in Church or giving confession.”
After a few more seconds and a few more flowery words used to describe how sexy she thought Malachi’s cock looked embedded in Justice’s ass, she finally pulled back and plastered her lips against Justice’s quivering mouth.
His breathing was labored as he tried, unsuccessfully, to control the urges racing through him.
He needed to be fucked.
Now.
She tasted his lips, savoring his desire, and then started a sultry path of kisses down the side of his face…
to the hollow of his neck…
his chest and nipples…
his sexy V…
finishing with the grand finale of swallowing his entire cock into her mouth and down her throat.
Justice roared.
“Good boy,” Malachi whispered.
“You like that, don’t you, lover?” His hands suddenly gripped Justice’s hips tightly…
a provocative warning that he was about to fuck him…
and fuck him hard.
“I’m going to fuck you as hard as I can while Megan swallows and sucks that beautiful cock of yours…and you’re going to take it. You’re going to take whatever we want to give you. Understood?”
“Y-y-yes, Sir,” Justice answered.
“Fuck, yea. Please fuck me,” he pleaded.
He needed to feel Malachi’s strength claim him, needed to feel Megan’s love wrapped around his cock.
Malachi pulled all the way out and then slammed into him, causing another roar to erupt from Justice.
The wave of pleasure was almost too much.
Every inch of his body was alive and writhing between them.
He felt every inch of Malachi’s cock…
every swirl of Megan’s tongue.
It was too much and his body threatened to erupt from the pleasure.
He held back, fought the need with every ounce of his strength, knowing his wanted this to last forever.
He needed this to last.
At some point, he lost track of time.
He was clueless as to how long Malachi pounded into him, mastering his body with his hands, lips, and cock.
He’d caved much faster than he’d wanted with his own release but Megan was just too skilled with her mouth.
She’d swallowed every drop and then licked him clean while Malachi had continued to fuck him.
He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but Megan had released his restraints and Malachi had shoved him forward, forcing him on his hands and knees so he could fuck him even harder.
Vaguely, he remembered his elbows hitting the floor when Malachi had toppled him forward.
He heard Megan declaring beautiful words of admiration of how well Malachi was fucking him…
of how well Justice was taking to being fucked.
He thought he might recall Malachi’s roar, primal and dominant sounding, when he’d finally come.
But, he can’t really be sure of any of that…
he was pretty certain he’d blacked out.
When he woke up, he was tightly cocooned in a blanket in his own bed.
His body felt weak, completely satiated.
He was still buzzing from desire and the warmth he’d felt during their lovemaking session.
He could taste Megan on his lips…
could smell Malachi’s scent all over him.
They’d cleaned him up, but the intoxicating scent remained and he reveled in it.
His mind was calm as sleep claimed him again.