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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 feelowned. 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.