Page 59 of Just Business
The sensation of body-warmed leather sliding over Justin’s skin and against his nipple curled Justin’s toes. Goose bumps rose everywhere and he groaned.
“... color?” He barely caught the end of Eli’s question.
“What?”
“Five,” Eli said. “Pay attention, please. I have a wicked little carbon fiber cane I’dloveto use on you.”
Shit.He’d seen subs caned with those. Yet the prospect of experiencing that much pain tightened Justin’s balls. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”
This time, Eli touched his thigh and drew his fingers up the front. “I’m sure you will. Let’s try again.” This time Eli smoothed his hand over Justin’s abdomen, drifting perilously close to his cock.
He caught Eli’s smirk. “What’s your favorite color?”
A simple question. If only Eli weren’t caressing his balls, maybe he could have remembered the answer.
“Don’t make me saysixso soon, Justin.”
Right.He turned his focus away from the touch of warm, smooth leather cupping his ass. “Yellow.” A gasp of breath.
“Such a bright color for someone who wears black so often.” Eli ran a finger between Justin’s ass cheeks before stepping back. “Why?”
Thank God.Justin relaxed—as much as the fetters and the cross allowed. “It’s... sunshine. Lemons. Happi—” The last word dissolved into a gasp. The brass handle of Eli’s cane—thecoldbrass handle—touched the inside of Justin’s left thigh.
“You were saying?”
Justin screwed his eyes shut as Eli drew the handle up until it hovered close to his balls. “Happiness. Summer. Yellow is”—he opened his eyes—“the color of joy.”
Eli nodded. “Very good.” The cane didn’t move. “Favorite vacation spot?”
Pretty sure he knew where the brass knob was heading next. He sucked in a breath when the cold metal lifted his balls. “Fuck!” He squirmed against the cross and cuffs—and Eli’s cane.
“Six.” Eli rubbed the knob back and forth, sounding far too pleased. “You’re disappointing me, Justin. Focus.”
How could he when his brain wanted to crawl out of his ears? Justin tried not to thrust in time to the slow motion of cool brass between his legs. “Beach. I like... the beach.”
The cane didn’t move away. Eli added a little pressure. Justin closed his eyes and moaned.
“Which one, Justin?”
“Any. All.” The knob moved farther back. No way it could enter him from that angle, but the thought had him rocking his hips forward.
Eli tutted, but kept the cane in motion. “Words, Justin.”
He couldn’t form sounds let alone piece them into syllables, not with the end of Eli’s cane sliding so close to his hole. But if he didn’t say something, he knew a number would be the next thing from Eli. “Love the ocean. Sounds of waves. Gulls. Sun.” The smell of sunscreen. The shirtless skin. “Doesn’t matter where.”
Finally Eli pulled the cane away. The absence was as painful as the presence had been. Every inch of skin tingled and the welts on his back throbbed. Probably because he kept dancing against the leather of the cross, fighting his bonds. His vision swam and sharpened. “That was intense.”
Not a chuckle or a laugh, but an inhale of breath. “Did you think we were done?”
Ohfuck.Justin’s blood boiled into a fury of daggers and pins. A whipping would be relief—a known pain, a familiar agony. This had him on every edge, and the high he chased was so unlike subspace. Still, he surrendered to it, crying out when cool metal touched his side.
“Now”—Eli rolled the cane upward—“favorite ice cream flavor?”
So, so unfair, this game. He fought to get his brain to work. “Mint chocolate chip.”
“Nicely done.” Eli stepped in a bit. “Very nicely done.” As the cane hit his ticklish spot on one side, Eli caressed the opposite side.
Sparks danced in Justin’s vision, a wordless cry falling from his lips. He tried to find some friction for his cock, but there was nothing. Eli was everywhere except where Justin most wanted.
