3. Onyx
Onyx
“What?” Onyx asked, more startled than anything at the command. “No.”
“Bend over the desk, Onyx. I’m not going to fuck you,” Dominic replied, like that somehow made anything better.
Onyx shook his head, taking a step back as his guarded expression came back up.
“I’m not going to let you spank me. I’m not.
” He’d pretty much told Dominic that he knew the inevitable end was for him to get fucked.
Why would he bend over and take a punishment like this when obedience only brought him one step closer to that end?
Dominic frowned. “Onyx, this is the consequence for scaring me yesterday like you did. I don’t want to have to do worse.”
“I said no!” Onyx snarled, suddenly finding the anger he’d been missing since he’d first awoken and clinging to it.
“I’m not letting you punish me for trying to escape you.
You didn’t tell me I couldn’t do that. It wasn’t in the rules.
You keep saying you’ll give me everything, that you want to see my embers…
whatever. I’m not a little kid. I’m not—” He let out a frustrated sound, wishing he had better words for what was going on in his head, but he lifted his head and stared at Dominic with blazing eyes. “No.”
“I do want to give you everything, Onyx, and I plan on doing that,” Dominic said in that infuriatingly calm way of his.
“And while you are not a child, you do still need discipline, and there are consequences for scaring me the way that you did. That is not something that I will allow to pass without response. Take the punishment so we can move on from this.”
Onyx’s eyes narrowed. “Stop saying my name like that. Stop doing that. Stop trying to— to—” Whatever it was Dominic was doing, he didn’t know, but he knew he didn’t like it, didn’t want it. He took another step back. “I’m not. I’m not.”
Dominic sighed. “Onyx, come here." He held his hand out toward Onyx.
Onyx gave another quick shake of his head, his jaw setting stubbornly. No. No, he wasn’t letting himself be punished for trying to escape Dominic’s inescapable grasp. Not without a fight.
Dominic pursed his lips. “I see.” Crossing to the bed, he picked up the wrist-and-thumb cuffs that had been left there and walked toward Onyx. “Give me your hands,” he said, his voice going cold.
Onyx watched Dominic, some of the fight turning into wariness as he watched him get the cuffs. He didn’t like the sight of them, didn’t like the memory of how helpless they’d made him feel.
But more than that, he found that he didn’t like the coldness in Dominic’s voice. “Dominic…” he began, his voice uncertain.
“I said, give me your hands,” Dominic repeated, holding out his hand when he reached Onyx and waiting.
This was not what he’d expected when he’d refused to let himself be spanked like some child.
Maybe Dominic would let it go if he did this.
Or maybe this was going to be worse. It might be a worse consequence than it would’ve been.
But now he didn’t know if he could go back and take the spanking instead of what he didn’t know how to anticipate.
At least with a spanking, he’d known what to expect. Not so with this.
“Okay,” Onyx whispered, the fight draining out of him all at once. “I’ll go to the desk.”
“No.” When Onyx didn’t offer his hand, Dominic grabbed it and started buckling the cuffs onto his wrists and thumbs while Onyx fidgeted without outright fighting him. Once the cuffs were buckled into place, Dominic gestured at the crate. “Get in.”
Onyx licked his lips, almost wishing Dominic had forced the issue instead of going cold like this. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all.
His shoulders slumped in defeat, and he went to the crate, getting in quietly.
Dominic nodded, closing and locking the door behind him.
Onyx tensed when Dominic started to utter the words to a spell, then he yelped when everything went dark. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear. He couldn’t…
“Dominic?” he called out uncertainly, squirming. “Dominic, I’m…”
He couldn’t say he was sorry, because he wasn’t. He wasn’t sorry for refusing, for getting defiant — for showing the fucking flames that Dominic had claimed to want — but he did regret not going along with it.
Moments passed without feedback from the outside of the crate, and he was trapped in that magical darkness, that lack of sensation, that lack of everything.
“I’ll do it. Okay?” His voice was shaking. “Please?”
Nothing.
Onyx tested the cuffs around his hands, but there was nothing he could do about them. “Dominic!” he pleaded. “Dominic, please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
And he was.
Mostly.
No, if this was what the price was going to be, he was sorry.
Time passed.
How much, he didn’t know, but he kept trying to call out for Dominic. It reminded him of the time during the knotting, when he’d called out to him for help even though Dominic’s machinations were responsible for all of this.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Tears streaked down Onyx’s face. It felt like all he’d done during the last day was cry, and he hated it, and he hated Dominic, and he hated that he hadn’t just taken the spanking — the devil he knew — instead of making things worse for himself.
He was sobbing by the time the darkness lifted and the crate opened.
“Shh.” Dominic reached out for Onyx, his tone strangely soothing. How could it be, when Dominic was responsible for making him feel this way to begin with? It didn’t make sense. “Come here.”
Onyx crawled out of the crate, going to Dominic without argument.
Fuck, he hated himself for how grateful he was to the other witch for taking that spell away — and for no longer sounding so cold and harsh.
Dominic gathered Onyx into his arms and held him to his chest. “It’s over now,” he said softly. “Punishment is over.”
He should’ve just taken the spanking.
Now he was a mess, and he could’ve avoided this, all of this humiliation and the past… who knew how long beneath the influence of that spell.
Dominic held Onyx for a few moments before pressing a kiss to his head, something Onyx should never have let him do but couldn’t muster up the strength to protest. The other witch wiped the tears from Onyx’s face, then unbuckled the cuffs on his hands and wrists.
Onyx had stopped crying, but he was so drained that he didn’t even protest when Dominic led him to the bed and stripped his shirt off. He might have, had he gone for the shorts, too, but the shirt… He was barely used to wearing those anymore anyway.
Onyx got in bed, and he was too tired to do more than tense when Dominic pulled him into his arms again.
If he fought against Dominic’s touch, would he be isolated like that again, bereft of light and sound and life? No. He wasn’t pleading to be left alone. Not then.
Dominic rubbed soothing circles into Onyx’s back while Onyx huddled in his arms.
Onyx rested uneasily, for all that he’d exhausted himself in his panic.
He knew he should’ve blamed Dominic for that sensation, not turned to him for any sort of comfort, and his mind taunted him with that fact.
It reminded him of all he’d lost along the way, and that he was now playing tamed pet to one of the worst supes he knew of.
Then again, there were always those that were worse.
But in his mind, Dominic was among the lowest of the low, and being willing to go straight from punishment to resting in his arms fucked with Onyx’s head.
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Before his dreams could get too savage, though, the images shifted and fragmented, coming back together with sensations of… pleasure? It was pleasure. Why, how, he didn’t know — not until he stirred and realized that Dominic’s hand was in his underwear.
He should’ve expected this escalation. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t. He let out a half-whine, half-moan as Dominic’s hand ran along the length of his cock.
But he was too afraid to snap at him to stop.
“There’s my sleepy boy,” Dominic murmured into Onyx’s ear. “Shh, let me make you feel good.”
Onyx didn’t want Dominic to make him feel good. But his body had reacted so strongly to being touched that he wasn’t sure he wanted this to end before he found his release. Had Dominic dosed him with a drug as he’d slept? Or had his body completely betrayed him?
It wasn’t fair.
He whimpered, then bit his lip to keep any other embarrassing noises from escaping him. Still, his body arched into the touch, and he writhed as Dominic stroked him.
“Don’t hold them back,” Dominic whispered, nipping Onyx’s ear before pulling his shorts and underwear completely off. “Let me hear them.”
Onyx let out a choked sound of protest, and even though he shook his head, he couldn’t deny that it felt so much better without the clothing in the way. He shuddered, and he whined low in his throat as Dominic played his body like an instrument, making it impossible for him to keep his noises back.
But oh, he tried.
“That’s right; let me hear you,” Dominic said in approval when Onyx whimpered. He shifted back, drawing Onyx with him, and tugged Onyx’s leg over his, opening him up to play with him more.
The move pressed Onyx’s ass against Dominic’s crotch — and the other witch’s very interested body — and Onyx tensed even more.
“You’re being so good for me,” Dominic murmured as Onyx whimpered again. “So responsive. So beautiful.”
Onyx didn’t want to be good or responsive or beautiful, but in this unsteady state where pleasure was so much better than the alternative, he did want to come — enough to where he made it a point of ignoring Dominic’s hard cock against his ass and let himself be stroked without fighting it.
He got closer and closer to the edge, and the sounds he made got even more frantic, if quiet, as he finally spilled over the edge and all over Dominic’s hand.
He shuddered hard.
Dominic continued to stroke Onyx through his release, making approving noises. “Good boy. Perfection.”
Onyx didn’t want to hear the praise, but there was no escaping Dominic and his words. No matter what he did, there they were.
He was panting heavily by the time Dominic eased up on his cock, and he collapsed back against him in the wake of his climax.
“Don’t call me that,” he mumbled.
Dominic only chuckled, and somewhat to Onyx’s surprise, he did nothing about his own arousal.
Well, that was good.
He wasn’t sure he could handle that much.