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“Oh, baby. You can’t possibly imagine what I have in store.” His hand found purchase on the back of his head, still unwilling to let him out of the embrace they’d found. He guided his head away from his neck and kissed him. Mark moaned into his mouth, his body shifting to grant Caster’s cock a tiny bit of the friction it craved.

His control slipping with every surrendering moan from Mark, Caster pulled away from a taste he’d come to believe would be his undoing. “You OK?” His voice was a whisper, his tender lips brushing Mark’s wet ones.

Mark nodded, his usual defensive response to that question nonexistent, hope and anticipation the only emotion his calm heartbeat communicated.

“Good.” This time, when Caster gave in to the ever-present need to taste his lips, he let his dominance through. His desperation, his need shone through the hard kiss, his grip on the back of Mark’s head too tight.

But Mark didn’t back down, moaning through the assault, his body coming alive, the combined scent of the arousal they both couldn’t contain filling the room. The energy of their desire was almost threatening, and by the time he let them catch their breath, Mark was aroused again, his brown eyes clouded by a need that tore a path across his unguarded mind to collide with Caster’s intense desire.

Caster allowed him one deep breath. “On your feet!”

CHAPTER 11

Every cell in Mark’s body surrendered all control to that command. His legs shook; the phantom of the pain Caster’s grip on his thigh had brought a memory he wanted to revisit. But more compelling was the desire to please Caster. The tremble in his legs didn’t abate; the weakness was a consequence not of the orgasm he’d shuddered through a few minutes earlier, but his new arousal, of the effort it took to keep from tumbling past that line again.

Caster’s chuckle drew him away from that effort. “That’s the only one you’ll get for a while.” Then he was in his face, his hand gripping his cock tight enough to bring a stinging pain. His breath wafted across his face. “The last thing you want to do today is make me angry. What is the main rule?”

“I can’t come without your permission.” The words tumbled past his mouth too fast.

“Yes. And the other?”

He frowned, but then the memory of their “everything” day together cleared up any confusion. “I will do everything you ask, the way you tell me to.”

“Good.” His reward was a single stroke, the grip loosening just enough to transform pain into pleasure. He moaned when Caster granted him a second stroke and only just held back the frustrated groan when his hand disappeared.

Their proximity, the clash of his naked form against Caster’s fully clothed one, ratcheted up his arousal to impossible proportions. Other than that night at the club, he hadn’t handed over total control in so long, he feared he would be less than successful.

“That will only happen if you fail to trust me.” Once again, Caster read his mind, deciphered his emotions with zero effort.

“I trust you.” He took a breath, his voice stronger. “I love you.”

The smile on Caster’s face was genuine. “Then let me give you everything you want.”

He may have said yes or moaned his acceptance, but the thumb on his lips, the look of intense desire on Caster’s determined face as his eyes followed the path his thumb traced, was too distracting.

The kiss he expected, hoped for, begged for in his mind didn’t come. Instead, Caster stepped away from him and reached for his hand. The first test of his trust. He placed his hand in Caster’s. Nothing would ever make him choose otherwise, and he allowed himself to be led to the equipment Caster chose.

The lack of analysis, his mind devoid of all thought but the desire to do whatever his dominant wanted, surprised him. Even as he’d begged Caster to make it all go away, he’d known the challenge would be his resistance, the guilt of the past echoing through a mind that was still reeling from the events of the last few days. But all he felt now was safety, security that allowed his mind the freedom to think of nothing at all.

Caster said nothing, even though he had to have been privy to the thought as he led Mark to the cross. Its imposing black color was only broken by the vivid red of the cuffs on its edges, the cuffs that would hold him in place. Caster guided him with care and secured his hands and then his feet to the cuffs so he faced the wall, his back to Caster.

He’d wanted to see him, but he wasn’t about to question his dominant’s choices. Mark waited for panic, but all he felt was calm, even safe. The restraints were tight enough that he couldn’t move, but not enough to cause pain. The edges of the leather dug into his skin as he tested their strength, spreading his palm over the black wood of the cross.

“Good?”

He nodded his reply, and a sharp slap landed on his bare ass. The pain was nothing compared to what he expected would come later, but it still left him sore, the cool air in the room intensifying the sting.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, Caster.”

Caster’s hand floated through his hair to grip the short strands at the back of his head. He pulled hard, and Mark moaned, unable to prevent his head from following the movement. His whisper spoken into his ear did nothing to ease the insistent throb of his erection. “I would gag you, but I love the noises you make.”

His moan ended on a sigh when Caster pressed his body into him, pushing him further into the cross.

“Like that. I want to hear that.” The tight grip in his hair eased into a caress. “This room is soundproof. Don’t hold back, yes?”

Mark was quick to verbalize his answer. An angry Caster is not what he needs.