"No. I've allowed myself to come. You've never made me. Think of it, Dominic. My body at your total disposal. Whatever you want...you want to taste forbidden pleasures, sample sin? Do it. Use me the way I use you." Every word burned a hole in Dom's body. Everything he'd ever wanted was right in his reach. Make Karl come, take control, make him beg, make those unforgettable eyes cloud with passion, make those impossibly sexy lips form his name...Yes. Oh hell yes. "Anything I want?" he asked, voice raw. "Anything at all. As long as you make me come." God, where to start? It was like being handed the perfect Christmas bike -- and being told you had to put it together yourself. With no tools. "I...ah...let's go inside," he said. Karl opened his door and Dom followed, staying behind him as they went into the house, into the darkened living room. "Stop," Dom said. "Here. We do this here." Karl turned, his perfect features enhanced by the moonlight that streamed in through the windows. "You think you need to tie me up?" It was a challenge. "Yes, I do. You're too good at making me forget." "If that's what you want." Karl held out his arms, wrists together. "Come and claim me." Claim him...yes. Bind him, take him, make him moan, make him sweat. Make him weak with want, unable to form a sound. Dom crossed the room, splayed his hands across Karl's hard chest, slid off his shirt. Ah, yes, better. Now he could see skin, tanned and smooth. Now he could feel muscle under his hands, feel flesh, feel bone. Dom kept his eyes on Karl the entire time he unlooped his belt, the entire time he bound those strong wrists together, the entire time he raised Karl's arms to the hook above. "I'm going to make you beg," he promised. "Such strong words. Be sure you mean them." Dom just dragged Karl's head back in answer. Defiant eyes gazed back at him for a second, but then Dom lowered his mouth to Karl's neck. God, the feel of that satin skin under his, the taste of Karl...such beauty and grace...all for him. All for Dom's pleasure...No. This wasn't about him. So hard to remember though, when he tasted salty flesh. So hard to remember when he finally had Karl at his mercy, tied up, waiting for his next touch. Dom moved all over Karl's superb body, nipping and tasting, running hands over his chest, up his constrained arms, down his back. He left on Karl's jeans on purpose, to torture them both...just concentrated on the upper half of his body. But every time he stepped in close, every time he brushed his body against Karl's, he felt Karl's cock, hard and straining, through the jeans. And he wanted it, wanted the pleasure it could bring, wanted the pleasure it could bring them both. It was so difficult not to give into his need, so difficult not to smooth his hand over that bit of flesh, to beg Karl to take him. He had to remember -- control. Needed to have control. "Does this feel good?" Dom asked, and ran the tip of his tongue along Karl's spine. "You know it does. You know my body burns for yours." "Then show me." Dom circled around Karl with his tongue, came to rest his mouth over a flat nipple. "Tell me what you want," he breathed into the puckered flesh. "I want you to make me come. Show me what you've learned, make me lose control." Such challenge in that voice, such power. It made Dom weak at the knees, when he knew he should be asserting himself, showing his power, his dominance. But all he could do was burn. He sucked on Karl's nipple, drawing it into his mouth, felt the nub between his teeth. Karl shifted, sighed, and it was the most potent of sounds. Dom risked a glance up...appraising eyes stared down at him, but it was hard to tell what Karl thought in the low, silvery light. He moved his mouth up to Karl's lips, nibbled on them before settling his mouth over Karl's. He tried his best not to sink into that mouth, that tongue, the taste of Karl, sweet and seductive over his tongue, but couldn't. With a moan, he pressed closer, wanting to crawl inside Karl's skin, sinking into the kiss, in the feel of soft lips over his, of that hard body pressed into his. Dom lifted his hands to wrap them around Karl's head, drew him closer, closer still...he couldn't get enough, needed more contact, needed more... Karl pulled his head away, left Dom still hungry. Karl's lips were moist from Dom's mouth and all he wanted was to feel them on him again. "Is this how you would act with Lij?" Karl asked. "Is this how you would take control?" "What do you want from me?" Dom asked, no longer even sure why he was doing this. He just wanted Karl...needed Karl in any way he could have him. "I want to give you what you claim to want." Karl smiled, so pleasant, so cool. Was Dom even really getting through to him? Did Karl really feel the same need, the same burn, the same uncontrollable yearning in his gut every time Dom was near? Or was it all just an act? Karl stood there, tied up, bound, yet still in perfect command, in perfect control. All it had taken Dom was a few caresses and kisses and he was lost. Always lost in Karl. Was Karl as lost? "And what if I said what I wanted was you?" Dom asked, searching those eyes in the gloom, searching for a glimmer of something that would let him know Karl felt the same. "What if what I wanted was for you to lose control inside me?" "You want me to show you how much I want you?" "Yes." "I don't think you're ready for that." Just that one sentence caused Dom's heart to leap in joy, his skin to tingle in excitement. "Yes I am. 'Everything and anything. What I want, whenever I want it.' Your words. I do pay attention. And I want you to show me that you want me." "Why do we keep circling around the same thing? I have shown you." Dom shook his head. "No, you haven't. Not really. Let me be the place to rest your demons." "I've dealt with my demons. I suggest you do the same." "I'm trying. And with you, it's easier." Dom felt no shame in the admission, knew that whatever happened to him, he had Karl to thank for freeing him to be what he needed to be. And all he needed to be was Karl's. Time to find out if Karl was really his. "I would give you everything, I would give up anything. Just as long as I knew you felt the same." "You would give up control?" That low voice tempted, beckoned as it always did, made even the idea of control seem like a distant memory. Dom didn't need control...he just needed this. "Completely. As long as you do the same." Karl smiled again, gentle, loving. "Untie me." Shaking fingers fumbled with the belt, the hook, untied Karl's wrists. Karl merely stood there for a long minute, looking down at Dom, his bare chest gleaming in the moonlight, muscles flexing a bit as he looked, seemed to come to a decision. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, did you know that?" Dom's heart stuttered, stopped. The look in Karl's eyes was finally open. Dom saw all the love and want he could ever need staring back at him in hazel eyes. "I wanted you from the very first moment I saw you," Karl continued, reached a hand up to brush gentle fingers over Dom's shoulder. Dom shuddered, as he always did, when Karl touched him. He could never get enough of that voice, those hands. "You were mine from the first, but you had to come to me. You had to see it for yourself." Words so beautiful they ensnared Dom all over again...Karl had been watching him, wanting him...yes. "Why did I have to come to you?" Dom asked, putting his hand over Karl's. "I would have followed you anywhere, you know that." "Choice, Dominic. You had to choose to be with me." "I choose you always." Another soft smile on that perfect face. "I know," Karl said, and captured Dom's lips in a kiss. Overwhelming completeness swamped Dom's body, his brain, as he gave back, kissed Karl with everything he had in him...all his loneliness, all his pain, all his yearning...it was all there for Karl to take, for Karl to have. And Karl took it, kissed him again and again, seemed to swallow him until there was nothing left except this need, this moment, this craving between them that never went away, never lessened. "I need you," Dom panted, digging his fingers into Karl's back. "You still have to make me come first." And, with those soft words, Dom finally got it. Karl did love him...and was giving Dom everything he wanted and all that he wished for. Because what he really wanted was Karl. Just Karl. No more games, no more testing, no more trying to loosen his chains, his bonds. He wanted everything, all of it. Wanted nothing more than to be Karl's willing slave until the end of eternity, if Karl allowed it. Dom smiled at Karl, heart so full of love that it simply amazed him that he could still breathe. And dropped to his knees, unbuttoning Karl's jeans and sliding them down muscled, lightly furred thighs. "I am still going to make you beg, you know," he said, looking up. Karl raised an eyebrow, threaded fingers through Dom's hair. "I expect nothing less." And then Dom closed his mouth over Karl's cock, sucking and laving, licking and tormenting. He was right where he belonged...right where he chose to be. Onto Part Twenty-One
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