Page 13 of Only You, No One Else

A single nod, the permission he needed was granted, and Mark walked to the sex swing first, the image of Caster’s body holding him captive in it so enticing he couldn’t contain his moan. His fingers traced the leather straps holding it in place, the red-and-black cushion designed to offer some semblance of comfort. He bit his lip, his cock throbbing in its confines as his eyes found the St. Andrew’s Cross, an image of his bound form at Caster’s mercy invading his mind.

“Baby, come here.”

The hoarse command, low and demanding, was a signal he’d long forgotten to guard his thoughts. He turned away from the playroom’s magnificence toward Caster’s will, but he stumbled. Caster occupied the settee at the foot of the bed, leaning against the pillows arranged behind it to make it look like a couch. His legs were spread, and a single nod toward the space he created was all the command Mark needed. He was on his knees, thoughts of Caster’s cock in his mouth overriding the images of everything the room promised.

Caster chuckled and reached for his hair, a gentle caress guiding him to look up. “You don’t want to close your mind?”

Mark’s gaze fell to his lap, the outline of his cock straining against the slacks he wore too enticing. “I’m sorry…”

“You keep saying that.”

Mark winced, expecting the consequence of Caster’s anger, but a moan long drawn out and low tore from the depths of his heart when the gentle touches moved to the back of his head.

“Look at me!”

His eyes popped open with little hesitation. Mark wanted this more than anything. He wanted the world to consist only of this.

Caster’s hand cradled his cheek, and he leaned into it. “I know, my love. I want that too.”

Mark settled into the position, the protection and assurance Caster’s touch offered giving him the safety to relax into the moment. He met Caster’s gaze and took a breath, absorbing his unique scent, using it to ground himself.

“You comfortable?”

He nodded.

“Are you OK?”

His heart jumped at the question, a learned response, his way of protecting what was left of his heart. But when he dared to look at Caster’s face, there was no pity, no indication of his perceived weakness, just love. His nod was small.

Caster’s caress moved through his hair, and his vision blurred. “I will always ask you that question, and I want you to promise you’ll always answer.”

“Yes, Caster.” His voice was small, a broken whisper. He didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to think. He wanted it all to go away.

Caster smiled. “Yes, baby. That’s why we're here. But you know you can’t give me full control unless we talk first.”

His trainer had said it was the golden rule. The dominant had to understand the submissive in every way before full control was surrendered. But Mark already loved Caster with everything in him; they didn’t need to—

The sudden tight grip on the back of his head tore his breath out of his lungs, and he moaned. “It’s not the same, and you know it. Last time, I respected your wishes for something temporary. Now, you are mine. You will give me everything. Am I clear?”

He hesitated.

The tight hold tightened further, drawing a painful moan that bordered on pleasure. “I know you’re impatient, but we need to get this part out of the way, and then I will make it all go away.”

Tears stung, filling his eyes to the brink as Caster’s unrelenting grip tightened further. He took a breath. “Yes, Caster.”

Their lips met in a blur of movement, but the kiss was too gentle, as was the caress now easing the pain at the back of his head. He surrendered to Caster’s comforting tongue, his hands finding purchase on his waist, the taste he would never get used to invading his whole mind, tearing away all thought, all possibilities, but this moment.

Their faces were too close, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling in the space devoid of all their problems.

Caster touched his lips, unwilling as he was to move. “I’m so sorry, my love.” His whisper was low, seeping through their connection, his words nonsensical, his smile subdued. “I should have come to you when you needed me.”

He started to shake his head, but the obvious pain in Caster’s expression worried him.

“I need to say this…”

He nodded, granting his Dominant, the man he loved beyond words, the vulnerability he sought.

“I love you more than anything. I will regret my weakness in that moment for the eternity we spend together.” He closed his eyes and took a breath. “But it will never happen again…”