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I shudder. “I do, Sir. I’ll behave.”

“Good. Now, get on with it.”

Chapter 20

Cameron

Justin definitely isn’t an experienced masseur, but having his hands on me still feels amazing. He’s surprisingly strong too, and I can’t help but groan when he digs his thumbs into the knotted muscles between my shoulder blades.

“Damn, this feels good.” Not as good as the blowjob had, but my cock needs a moment to recover. Besides, there’s more to having a pet than just shoving your cock down their throats. “Thank you.”

Justin’s hands pause for a moment before he continues to knead my muscles. “You’re welcome, Sir.”

He sounds surprised, like he didn’t expect me to thank him. Maybe I shouldn’t have. I certainly never did that with my other pets, but I told myself I’ll do things differently with Justin. I don’t want to break him, not when I’m just starting to enjoy his presence.

He surprises me again by asking, “What have you worked on today? More religious imagery?” Somehow, he makes it sound like he’s actually interested, not just making small talk to keep his Master content.

“Nah. Just some boring skulls and roses. The client wanted a full sleeve, but I doubt he’ll be coming back for that. He was practically weeping at the end of today’s session.” The cocky, tough macho types are usually the worst at handling the pain.

Justin shudders so hard I feel it where his body makes contact with mine. “Ugh. I can imagine,” he mutters to himself.

“Not a fan of ink?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to insult your work,” he quickly backtracks. “It’s just not for me.”

Well, it’s a good thing that it’s not Justin’s decision. That smooth, unblemished skin of his is like a perfect canvas, just waiting to be covered in something beautiful.

On the other hand, I kind of like that he’s unmarked. It makes him look innocent. Pure. Maybe I’ll let his skin stay that way, even if the rest of him certainly won’t remain innocent.

Justin whimpers as he shifts his weight. He’s perched on top of my ass, and even though I’ve lowered the intensity of the plug’s vibrations, I can still feel the echo of them through his body. His cock rests hot and hard against my lower back, and I quite like the sensation. I imagine that’s what those lava stones feel like when they put them on you.

“Please, Sir,” he whimpers, his fingers digging deep into my shoulders. “I can’t… Could you please turn it off? I can’t hold back. Please?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” I turn the plug off. I’m normally not so easily swayed and I love a good edging, but Justin has been so good I have no desire to punish him. I know he’s faking his obedience in hopes of escaping, but what he doesn’t realize is that not all of his behavior is fake. I can see it in the way he submits so easily, eagerly even. He wants this, and I’ll make him pretend until he’s not pretending anymore.

“Thank you,” he says, then timidly suggests, “Maybe it would be better if you put your arms straight at your sides?”

I chuckle. “Are you thinking about putting those restraints on me?” I’m lying on a bondage table, after all, and I saw Justin eyeing the cuffs earlier.

“N-no!” His voice falters a little, but he regains his composure as he grumbles, “I’m not stupid.”

“I never thought you were.”

I settle comfortably with my arms at my sides, not worried about Justin trying something. Even if he was stupid enough to try and cuff me to the table, I’d have plenty of time to stop him. There aren’t any sharp or heavy objects in easy reach, and my phone is turned off. I’d get to him long before he could power it and call for help. I might be lenient, but just like my pet, I’m not stupid. I’m used to silly shenanigans pets pull off when they try to escape. That’s why I love the cage so much. There’s no way for them to get in trouble when they’re safely locked inside.

“So, skulls and roses, hmm? A motorcycle gang member?”

“Why, because regular law-abiding citizens can’t have tattoos?” I tease, chuckling when Justin freezes. “No, you’re right. He’s a gang member. Not a motorcycle one, though. Just a normal group moving guns and drugs.”

“A normal group, huh?” Justin’s laugh is dry but not entirely humorless. “Are all of your clients… like that?”

I shrug. My spine pops, and I let out a small moan because, damn, that feels good. I need to make Justin massage me more often. “Most of them are involved in organized crime in one way or another.” It’s not really information I should share, but who’s he going to tell? “It pays to be on good terms with powerful people.”

“Doesn’t it put you on the police radar?”

Is that hope in Justin’s voice? If so, he’s going to be disappointed. “Half of the force is on someone’s payroll, and the rest are easily silenced. They know to leave me alone.” Except Detective Small, but even he’d backed off when he realized he had nothing on me. Of course, I didn’t have a pet locked up in my basement then, but even if I had, there’s no way Small would have gotten a warrant to search my house. There’s not a judge in this state that doesn’t take money under the table from one family or another.

“That’s… good.” Justin doesn’t make it sound like it's a good thing, and I can’t really blame him. Normal people are raised to believe the police will be there for them in their time of need, and Justin probably feels like he needs them now. He hasn’t yet realized that being here is the best thing for him.