“Good. That’s better, isn’t it?”
He could only nod his reply and did nothing to prevent his body from turning to the side, so his cock pressed against Caster’s outer thigh. Everything in him begged him to move, but he was sure nothing good could come from that.
Caster’s hand moved to the back of his head, but the tight grip he braced for didn’t come. Instead, his fingers brushed his hair in repeated gentle touches that had Mark moaning with each pass.
“I already know you like to be touched.” His hand moved again, this time through his hair. “Am I to assume you also enjoy sensory play as well?”
Mark may have nodded, but the sensation of the gentle touches was too distracting.
Caster’s hand tightened at the base of his skull, the dull ache from the pressure causing him to wince. “You will answer my questions, or this will stop.” Caster used the leverage of his hold to raise his head. “Do you want me to stop?”
Mark shook his head. “No. Please…”
Caster stared at him, the red ring around his pupils, the only obvious anatomical declaration of his species, growing by the second. The moment dragged, the fear that he would stop overriding everything else.
He nodded. “What else do you like?”
“Pain.” Mark stared at Caster’s chest. His confession increased his guilt but did nothing to dampen his arousal.
Caster’s sharp inhale was almost imperceptible. “You want that today?”
Mark nodded, careful to verbalize his answer soon after. Caster’s anger was not necessary.
“Good. I am unfamiliar with your limits, and I’m certain you don’t want to talk about it.” His other hand reached for the collar. “That’s why you have this?”
“Yes. I wanted something minimal, and I needed… anyone I found to know I wasn’t into anything long term.”
“Look at me.”
The intense red ring around the light grey of his eyes was more pronounced.
“You have that with me. We will keep things light.”
He shook his head. “No… please… I want…” He closed his eyes, focused on his breath, and mustered the courage to ask for what he needed. “I need pain. A lot of it.”
When he could look at Caster, the expression he found could only be described as determination. They stared at each other for the longest moment Mark had ever endured before Caster nodded, giving him the permission he needed to trust the surrender calling to him. He lowered his gaze, his body trembling with need and anticipation.
Caster resumed his gentle touch, and Mark had to clench his core muscles tight to keep from grinding against him.
“What about sex?”
The question startled him, and he dared to look at Caster. Until now, he hadn’t considered it, but the desire to feel Caster’s cock inside him was a prospect that overtook the confusion in his mind.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Caster smiled, a gentle, subdued smile, no longer the knowing smirk. “You’re not doing a good job of hiding your thoughts. That was a very vivid picture you just projected.”
“Yes.” The word was out of his mouth before he could think too hard about the disaster that had been his last foray into this world of pleasurable play.
Caster nodded, the mask of his dominance replacing the smile. “I want to tie you up. Nothing too fancy—”
“Yes.” Again, his assent preceded any thoughts of guilt. He pushed them deeper. There would be enough time to drown in them when he was alone. Now, he needed this.
In his haste to take everything Caster offered, he forgot to keep his body in control, his hips shifting forward, a sigh escaping his lips when his aching cock brushed against the hardness that was Caster’s thigh.
Caster’s hand tightened at the back of his head, the pressure increasing with each passing second. “I imagine I don’t need to tell you what would happen if you come without my permission.”
Mark’s hips shifted away from the temptation as he mumbled a half-hearted apology.
Caster’s grip loosened. His tone didn’t. “The pain I will inflict on you if you disobey me in any way will be devoid of any pleasure. Is that understood?”