Page 58 of Just Business
Eli peered up and Justin shivered. The devil resided in that turn of the lips.So hot.
“Hope you’re flexible. I want you spread wide.” Eli grasped Justin’s leg and pulled it over to the cuff and buckled it around his ankle.
Holy shit.Justin hadn’t considered just how far apart the arms of the cross were. “What if I can’t...” That thought disappeared when Eli grasped his other ankle and dragged it over. Justin flattened his head against the cross. The pull in his thighs wasn’t unbearable, and he’d been spread-eagle before, but Eli forcing his legs apart and buckling leather around his ankles flatlined his brain and made his balls draw up. Didn’t help that Eli’s breath warmed his calf. A caress of hands up his legs only poured more heat into every vein.
“Perfect,” Eli murmured. He nipped at Justin’s thigh.
This was far worse than the tickling. He shook against the cross as Eli worked up Justin’s thigh. He sucked on his balls, one after the other. Justin’s curses mixed with moans and poured out in a stream he couldn’t stem.
Francis had never knelt, never touched him like this. Subs knelt, not Doms—that’s what he’d said.
Eli might have been on his knees, but there was nothing submissive about the way he licked Justin’s taint and balls.
Fuck, he wasn’t going to—
The neighborhood probably heard his shout when Eli’s mouth closed over the tip of Justin’s cock. He banged his head against the back of the cross and stretched his bonds to the limit.
Eli took him deeper. Fucking Eli, who wasn’t playing by the rules, who shouldn’t have been on his knees. This was torment. Absolute, wonderful torment. Eli hit every sensitive spot with a tongue that should have been illegal.
When Justin tried to find purchase to thrust deeper, Eli pushed Justin’s thighs back against the cross—and teased his cock head until Justin couldn’t see straight.
“God, please...” A whisper because Justin could not catch enough breath.
Eli relented, pulling off Justin. “Not just yet, I think.”
So close... He’d been so very close. “You learn cocksucking from Michael?”
Eli’s laugh was deep. He pulled himself up and only a flicker of discomfort marred his features. “Yes, actually. And so much more, too.” No smile, but the crinkle around his eyes hinted at amusement and power.
Justin pulled against his bonds instinctively. He couldn’t imagine Eli submitting to anyone, even after watching him kneel. “Like what?”
“Like how to torment a man without touching him.” Eli smiled. “How to cause agony with only a gentle touch. How to make a man beg for everything I want to do to him.”
Holy fuck.Just those words made his skin tighten from his fingers to toes, and his heart tick faster.
Eli’s gloves lay on a table nearby, as did one of his canes, this one with a simple brass knob top. He stepped back, picked up one glove, and slid his long fingers into the leather.
Justin squirmed. Would Eli touch him? With what? One of the toys hanging from hooks behind him?
Eli picked up the other glove and donned it, all the while studying Justin. He might as well have been sucking Justin’s dick, the way his balls ached. He rocked his hips forward, thrusting his cock against nothing at all.
A click of the tongue. “You know better, Justin.”
He did, but watching Eli watch him, want him—it was torture. Just as Eli had said it would be.
Eli chuckled and turned away, providing a respite from that intense inspection. Justin’s relief was short-lived. Eli’s leather-clad fingers closed around the shaft of his cane and his gray eyes focused on Justin again. That smile—
Shit.The grin only widened. As if Justin’s heart wasn’t beating fast enough. What the hell would Eli do?
“I think it’s time I got to know you a bit better, don’t you?” Eli stepped closer, not using the cane for support but holding it by the shaft.
“I... don’t know, Eli.” Dry mouth. Sticky throat. This was not a game he knew or understood. He’d expected pain. Nipple clamps, a flogger.Thatcane wasn’t the type used for punishment.
“All I want you to do is answer my questions. They’ll be simple ones. Small things. No right or wrong answers. You can even refuse to answer, but you will respond. Is that understood?”
Easy enough. But with Eli so close Justin couldn’t help tense against the cross. “Understood.”
“Good.” Eli stroked Justin’s collarbone with his fingers and ran the palm of his gloved hand over Justin’s pec.
