Page 17 of Justice For Me

“I guess I don’t understand the question, Sir.”

“How does it make you feel to be in this position?”

Justice thought about it. “Exposed and vulnerable.” He took a deep breath. “Sexy and powerful.”

“Verygood answer.” Malachi smiled again. Hell, his face might even get used to this new and weird feeling. Megan would probably think it was sexier than fuck.

“Stand up and walk over to the edge of the table, facing it.”

Malachi retrieved the pillow and restraints he had tucked away in the coffee table’s hidden compartment. When he turned back around, Justice had followed his instructions and was standing in front of the huge (and sturdy) dining room table. He was clearly trying to determine if he needed to bend over it or stand in front of it. The kid wanted so much, he just didn’t know exactlywhatto want.

“Because you are new to this, I suspect tonight is going to be rather difficult for you. If you don’t feel comfortable with what I am doing, you can say ‘yellow’ which means you want me to slow down and explain something to you. After I explain, you can determine ‘red’ or ‘green’. If, at any time, you want me to stop something, you only need to say ‘red’. Do you understand the rules?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Repeat them to me.”

“Green means go. Yellow means slow. Red means stop.”

“Yellow means we discuss your fears and then decide how to proceed. It might be something you don’t want to do and yellow will become red.”

“I’m not going to say ‘red’,” he answered firmly and then added a quick, “Sir.”

“Yes, pretty one, you will say ‘red’…many, many times. I assure you of this fact.” As he talked, he placed the pillow, fluffy and large, onto the edge of the table. The pretty boy gulped.

“Lay face down on the table and position yourself to where the pillow will hoist your pretty ass high up in the air for me.”

Justice felt a bright blush stain his face but at the same type, a nervous excited flutter started in his chest, dropped to his stomach, and then zoomed straight to his cock. Even Malachi’s tone was a delicious pheromone to his sexual senses. He could do this, hewantedto do this. No pink fuzzies to kill his libido when Malachi was in charge.

The sturdy table didn’t budge in the least when he bent over the edge and rested his hips and cock on the pillow. His feet remained planted on the floor, legs spread slightly, and his upper body rested flatly against the cold wood. He felt like a fucking fool…until he looked into Malachi’s violet eyes. There was a steely hotness residing there that caused him to quiver with desire unlike any he had ever experienced. This man, arrogant bastard that he was, was going to give him exactly what he’d been searching for.

Malachi’s posture remained rigid and cool, but just watching his boy display himself so innocently had pretty much knocked him on his ass. When Megan looked at him, her eyes were filled with an unconditional love he didn’t feel like he deserved but wanted it so fucking bad he strove to make himself be the man she deserved to have. When Justice looked at him, his eyes were filled with an innocent trust he hadn’t earned yet…but he would. His heart was pounding as he removed the doggy style locking spreader he needed for his Justice’s first real introduction into the world of domination and submission.

He showed the restraint harness to Justice and explained, “This is a fairly simple restraining device that I intend to use on your during our dinner. Red, green, or yellow?”

Justice tilted his head and tried, unsuccessfully, to understand how the restraining device was going to work. He was clueless but not at all intimidated. Big man was going to have to pull out something much scarier than that to get him to red light. “Green, Sir.”

“Good.” Malachi immediately moved to begin strapping the boy into the harness set that would put that gorgeous body in a tantalizing vulnerable position. Leather restraints were attached to his wrists and then to his ankles and then he bent his legs backwards and attached the metal hooks of the ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs together. When they were secured together, he locked the spreader bar into place between his legs and then attached the chains from his wrist and ankle locking mechanism to the hook in the bar. The end results were magnificent, the boy breathtakingly exposed to whatever he had planned. It was a version of hog-tying, but sexier.

“Beautiful,” he complimented as he arranged the pillow into a better position, raising that bubble ass higher than it had been seconds ago. “Comfortable?”

“No, Sir,” Justice answered quickly. “I feel like a fucking fool.” He glanced back over his shoulder and, at Malachi’s frown, quickly added, “Sir.”

“You need to become comfortable with me putting your body into vulnerable positions. I enjoy having a clear view of this ass,” he touched it lovingly and then slapped it soundly. “I’ll want to be able to tug or pinch these balls until you won’t be able to stop the tears from streaming down that pretty face, but you’ll beg for even more.” Instead of pinching or tugging, he stroked the heavy balls with his fingertips. Justice’s hiss of pleasure brought a rush of power flowing through his veins.

He went back to his coffee table of goodies and pulled out some lube and a rather small vibrating butt plug. This might be the moment of truth. If the kid red lighted him over some ass play, he would be crushed…as would Megan. “This is a butt plug, Justice. Do you have a problem with me gradually starting to stretch your hole so that you’ll eventually be able to take my cock up inside that tight channel?”

Justice knew his eyes widened as he checked out the intimidating plug Malachi presented to him. Sure, the man had called it small but since nothing else had ever gone there…hell, it looked pretty big to him. He knew he had urges to be dominated physically and sexually. When Malachi had started spanking his bare ass last night, every ounce of blood in his body had rushed straight to his cock and he’d almost come with the first fiery swat. Fuck, but he even found himself growing seriously turned on by being all hog-tied and spread wide. But could he take it up the ass? Would it feel good?Couldit feel good?

“I’m good with the plug, Sir.” Justice knew his eyes tracked every move Malachi made as the man closed the distance, plug in hand, and he figured he probably had a ‘deer in the headlights’ look on his face. He nearly broke his fucking neck trying to look behind him when Malachi finally got out of his vision range. When he looked back, he wasn’t one hundred percent he liked what he saw, legs tied to his wrists, legs spread wide, and ass straight up in the air…not to mention the man standing between spread legs covering a plug with lube.Hell, dude, add lots of lube, he thought with a grimace.

“Look straight ahead, Justice. Relax and take deep breaths.” Using one hand, he spread those cute cheeks and placed the tip of the plug up against the puckered, virgin hole. He wasn’t surprised to feel the boy’s entire body tense up. “Don’t be such a baby, Justice. It’s a small plug. Relax for me or give me a red light.”

“I’m not going to red light!” Justice snapped. Malachi slid the plug straight in, lodged deep so the bulb at the tip was inside, locking it firmly in place. “Sir!” he added with a shocked yelp.

The only sound in the room was Justice’s heavy breathing as he tried to acclimate himself to the strange sensation of having something wedged…where something shouldn’t be. It felt full, tight, and strangely pleasant. It wasn’t painful, not like he’d expected. It was just…there.

Malachi couldn’t tear his eyes away from the vision of beautiful submission displayed in front of him. The tip of the plug stuck outside of the puckered hole, stretching it slightly. It was so utterly vanilla that he wouldn’t normally even trouble himself with a toy this size, but Justice was squirming and sputtering like he was impaled on an eight inch cock instead of an itsy bitsy butt plug. The innocent squirming was almost more than Malachi could handle. He wanted to fuck that virgin ass and give him something to squirm and moan about. Instead of fulfilling his own fantasies, he gently patted an ass cheek and walked into the kitchen, leaving Justice alone on the table…spread and plugged.

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