Page 21 of Only You, No One Else

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.

CHAPTER 14

Every time he thought he’d never felt this way was preceded by a similar moment. It was time to accept that Mark was his soul, not a part of it. Fated mates were a concept he’d heard of, denied, and now, as he lay devoid of all energy in his Anima Alterum’s arms, Caster couldn’t be more on board with the idea. There was no other explanation for the contentment seeping through their connection.

Mark’s sighs were quiet, like he was gone again. His mind was even quieter, and Caster couldn’t help the pride infiltrating his own contentment. The vigor the explosive orgasm had denied his muscles returned, and he started to pull out of Mark, needing to comfort his submissive.