CHAPTER 13
Even in his conviction that he didn’t have too many limits, Mark had been so close to begging Caster to stop, he couldn’t hold back the tears streaming down his face.
But again, his choice in the perfect dominant was reaffirmed when Caster saw his limit before he could.
And now, he’d granted him the option to ask for a reprieve.
Mark wanted to be certain he wouldn’t need it; his desire to use his pain and pleasure as a conduit to reach the heights of subspace too great.
But given the pain he’d just endured and the pleasure it brought, he was grateful for the option.
Caster stepped away from him, and his breath caught, the words begging him to stay close weighing on his tongue.
The pain was now a memory, a consequence of his wolf’s total obedience to Caster’s will.
The scent of his own blood dominating all other scents in the room should scare him, but it only made him want more.
He sighed, regaining a strength he’d lost minutes earlier.
Caster’s bare palm was on his back, his ass clenching around the toy still inside him in response. His breath in Mark’s ear tore a shameless plea from his lips. “Ready?”
Mark nodded, his muscles regaining their lost vigor to offer his body much-needed support.
“Remember to breathe, baby.”
Then he was gone, and Mark's body tensed in anticipation. His cock begged for release, but its need, as insistent and raw as it was, remained secondary to Mark’s true desire.
The warning he’d hoped for in the form of the whip splitting the air before making impact with his skin didn’t come, yet a pain too intense tore at his skin. It marked a similar path as the whip, a straight line that began in the middle of his back and ended above his ass.
Caster didn’t give him time to adjust or even try to decipher the torture device he’d chosen.
This time, there was no momentary pause between the impacts, and Caster’s instruction to hold on to his breath made sense.
His cock deflated with the first few, but by the time he’d lost count, the sharp, stinging pain coming only seconds apart, he crossed the line.
Pain bloomed into a pleasure so intense, his vision dissipated into an impossible brightness.
His cries reached a part of him that remained conscious, as did Caster’s harsh breaths every time the torture device landed, but Mark reached into the whiteness to grab hold of the pleasure.
His cock jumped, and his control slipped further.
“Star!” He may have screamed the word, and Caster, in his infinite patience, stopped mid-breath.
Mark’s cock throbbed its accusation, and his hands flexed in his restraints, itching to grant it momentary relief. But his pleasure, the immeasurable pleasure he could see, could touch, didn’t belong to him. It bowed to Caster’s will like everything else.
Caster’s harsh breaths were a distraction in his ear, the press of his body against his burning back further intensifying the struggle. “Don’t you dare!” The warning was a harsh whisper, delivered by a jaw clenched shut.
Mark tried to shake his head, but his body was tense with the pleasure his obedience denied him.
Caster pressed his body closer, pushing Mark into the wooden frame, the pleasure dying down, bringing back some of the pain. “Just a little bit more, hmm?”
He moaned his acquiescence even though he was certain his consent for whatever Caster would ever want had been granted the moment they met.
Every thought dissipated into that safety, and he breathed through the pain as Caster stepped back. This time, his body didn’t tense, didn’t anticipate; he was prepared to simply feel. The crack across his back tore a moan from his lips, and his cock answered with a jump.
The blows once again came in quick succession, and the bright light that was his pleasure bloomed larger.
He didn’t have it in him to cry out anymore.
All the pain became pleasure the instant he felt it; still the outward manifestation of that pleasure failed to slip his control, failed to slip Caster’s will.
The line blurred further, each blow pulling a sigh, a moan, and a plea from his lips.
His skin tingled with the consequence of his masochism and the warmth of Caster’s body against his returned.
Mark floated in a sea of wave after wave of pleasure that he tried to grasp but couldn’t hold on to.
A weight on his cock tore him away from the impossible brightness calling to him. Caster’s grip.
The whirr of the toy still inside him came alive, the sensation tearing at his nerves as Caster stroked his cock with unmatched skill. He was drawn into that bright light, and he became one with it.
“Come, baby.”
The whispered command echoed in the chamber of pleasure he found himself in, and his body jerked in response. He registered Caster’s tightening embrace, but even his reassurance, the safety his presence brought, drowned in that light.
Mark allowed it to carry him to an unknown place, a place he’d never been to. He heard, felt his own sighs, and reached further into it, unwilling to let anything intrude on the magnificence of the moment.
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A sigh, a moan, and a chuckle that was not his own, but just as familiar, greeted him when he regained consciousness. The softness beneath him was the first indication that he was no longer restrained to the cross, his cool skin a testament to how long he’d been lost in that space.
Mark opened his eyes and met Caster’s warm smile, the hint of pride hiding beneath his expression.
He moaned and pushed closer to Caster’s still-clothed body, unwilling to let go of the good feeling.
“You are exquisite, my love.”
Caster opened his body, and Mark accepted the embrace, the bedding rubbing against the welts on his back to bring back the pain. He wanted this forever.
He lay on his side, intent on taking all the contentment Caster could give, and he didn’t have to wait too long to get what he needed. Caster’s hand caressed his abused back, and tears blurred his vision, the pinpricks of pain nowhere near what he needed.
He opened his eyes, meeting Caster’s gaze, the red hue surrounding his pupils larger. His dominant, in total synchrony with his desires, didn’t stop him when he leaned forward for the kiss he sought.
It was slow, subdued, infused with a love words could never describe. He fumbled for the buttons of Caster’s shirt, needing to feel his skin, needing to feel him. Again, Caster kept his dominance below the surface, allowing Mark to take what he needed.
Undressing Caster was an activity infused with the frantic energy of his impatience.
He wanted to take the time to explore his skin, but he needed him more.
Mark moaned his frustration when his attempts to tear off the clothing covering Caster’s lower body proved less fruitful.
It was as if his body was unable to follow the commands in his mind.
But his Dominant was ahead of him as always.
In a movement too quick for a mind still drowning in intense pleasure to decipher, he was on his back, Caster between his legs, the restrictive clothing gone.
The soreness the plug had left behind was a nuisance as Caster’s cock pushed into his stretched entrance.
His cock surged to life, responding to the pleasured sigh leaving Caster’s lips, and he threw his head back, grabbing hold of Caster’s forearms to avoid tumbling back into that space again.
“No. Go. Don’t hold back.”
His mind obeyed Caster before he could, and the impossible brightness swallowed him again. The force of Caster’s thrusts stole his breath, his pleasure evidenced in the curses flowing past his lips to float somewhere above the pleasure haze.
Mark’s body trembled with their combined desire. He pleaded, and Caster granted his unvoiced request, a request that his mind hadn’t formed yet, by angling his hips to increase his pleasure.
“Fuck!” Caster’s perfect baritone had him opening his eyes, and even in the haze of the pleasure blurring his vision, he was awed by his dominant’s restraint. “Come on, baby! Give me what I want.”
He moaned his protest, knowing that if he tumbled past the line, he wouldn’t feel Caster anymore, but his body was not his, obeying Caster’s desires with little hesitation.
This time, a whisper of his sigh was the only indication he was even alive.
His mind went blank, and he caught a glimpse of his wolf, their eyes meeting for an instant before pleasure consumed his whole being, body, mind, and soul.