“Baby, you’re the one who called me.”
Another moan filled his ear, nudging his arousal to the surface. “Why do you call me that?” And another moan.
“What are you doing?”
Mark gasped.
“Do you want me to repeat myself?”
The sigh on his lips was familiar, calling to Caster’s dominance like no other submissive had before.
“Let me see you.”
“No.”
Another moan brought Caster’s arousal to the peak. “Did you just tell me no?”
He gasped again. “I’m sorry…” His voice was clearer, unaffected by the pleasure he no doubt experienced.
“No, you are not, but you will be. Let me see you.”
“OK.” A few seconds later, the voice call switched to video, and Mark’s flushed face filled the screen, clear evidence of the exertion his activity caused.
Caster couldn’t help his smile. “You need my permission?”
His hand, out of view, moved with a rhythm that was unmistakable in its goal, the haze of pleasure calling to him, causing his eyes to lose focus. His nod was just as furious, the moan escaping his lips begging the dominant in Caster to control the situation.
“No.”
Mark’s eyes widened, and his hand stopped its frantic movement.
“Show me first.”
The tinge of embarrassment coloring his cheeks was no match for his need to please. The camera’s view traveled past his shirtless abs to the cock pulsing in his grip, angry and raw in its demand for release.
“That’s beautiful, baby. Keep going.” Caster couldn’t contain his hiss when Mark moaned his obedience. His cock begged to be let in on the games, but he restrained his need. There would be plenty of time for that later.
Mark’s hips rose, his entire body straining with the force of the pleasure he held back, the pleasure he couldn’t have without Caster’s permission.
“Come!” Caster granted it, only because he was too close to joining him, and that, he would only do when they were in the same room.
Mark’s cock pulsed with his release. The phone fell out of his hand, and Caster heard his keening cry as he took the pleasure he’d sought. He’d seen it a few times before, and like his brand of violence, it was unique in its honesty and intensity.
The sound of Mark’s harsh breaths, easing into contentment, made him smile. “I can’t see you.”
Mark’s flushed face, a thin sheet of sweat coating his brow, appeared on the screen.
“Good?”
He nodded.
“Why are you still awake?”
He shrugged. “I’m sorry about this morning. I know you wouldn’t go after the witch without me.”
“I promised I wouldn’t deny you your vengeance, and I’ll keep that promise.”
“You didn’t.”