4. Dominic
Dominic
Dominic was still half-asleep when Onyx attempted to pull free from the cage of his arms, but he tightened his arms around him regardless. It was the routine they’d fallen into the last few days, with Onyx eternally attempting to break free while Dominic inexorably kept him close.
He was met with Onyx’s impatient sigh, and the boy complained, “People are going to think you’re soft, Dominic.”
Dominic laughed, a sleepy sound that was half-muffled by his face in Onyx’s hair.
“They’re welcome to think that if they wish to be so foolish.
It would not likely go well for them.” His hand trailed down Onyx’s abdomen, and Onyx grabbed his wrist — as though that was going to dissuade him.
“It’s been a few days. You’ll need vampire blood again. ”
“I don’t want it.” Onyx shook his head.
Dominic made a noncommittal noise. “You’ll get it later.” His hand dipped lower, sliding under the waistband of Onyx’s underwear. “Don’t tell me you forgot what’s happening today,” he teased.
“Today?” Onyx asked after a pause, his voice careful. “Really? It’s actually… You weren’t just saying it?”
Dominic tugged the offending bits of cloth down off of Onyx’s hips. “Mhm,” he agreed. “Today. I have everything arranged and ready. Shift.”
Rather than allowing Onyx to remain faced away from him with his back to Dominic’s chest, he nudged Onyx into lying on his back so that he could watch the Rayne witch’s expression.
So that Onyx was looking at him.
“Now?” Onyx tried to sit up. “I don’t need to get off. I don’t need blood. Let’s go.”
Dominic kept a hand on his chest to hold him in place. “You’ll be a good boy and lie back because you want to play with fire today, and being cooperative is the fastest way to get there, won’t you?”
Onyx’s body was always so delightfully responsive to Dominic’s touch, primed as it had become over the months of arousal that Dominic had kept him in through enchantments and aphrodisiacs.
It took very little to have Onyx’s body responding in the ways that he wanted it to. Dominic squeezed his hard length, running his thumb over the weeping head of Onyx’s cock before stroking him.
Onyx was clearly uncomfortable with the increased intimacy and wouldn't meet his eyes while Dominic roused his body to pleasure. His tiger was fighting his body’s responses, clearly both wanting and not wanting it as he squirmed beneath Dominic’s touches, his eyes falling shut as he bit his lip.
“I’m going to kiss you,” Dominic warned. “No biting.”
“What?” Onyx's eyes snapped back open as he stared at Dominic in shock.
Instead of replying verbally, Dominic dipped his head down and pressed his mouth to Onyx’s. The boy let out a warning growl against his mouth, and Dominic’s hand tightened on his cock — not enough to hurt, but in a warning of his own.
“Kiss me,” he cajoled against Onyx’s mouth.
Onyx shook his head quickly.
Dominic gave Onyx’s cock several hard and fast pumps, aiming to make him gasp so that he could take advantage of it.
Onyx’s hips jerked, and when his mouth opened in the moment of distraction, Dominic took full advantage of the opening to thrust his tongue into Onyx’s mouth. He groaned, but fully aware that Onyx would likely try to bite despite his warning, Dominic drew back almost as soon as he’d delved in.
“What the fuck, Dominic?” Onyx demanded, but his voice was breathless, and his cock was still hard.
Dominic hummed in approval, his hand speeding up on Onyx’s cock. “Again, just like that,” he said before his tongue traced the seam of Onyx’s lips.
Onyx let out another low growl, but he leaned in almost like he was going to kiss Dominic back. Instead, he bit his bottom lip.
Hard.
Dominic pulled back quickly, his hand tightening on Onyx’s cock even as a faint smile touched his lips.
“I told you not to bite,” he said, though without much censure in his voice.
He had warned the Rayne witch not to bite, but that had been a significant escalation of intimacy.
Necessary, but significant. “Shall we try that one again?”
Onyx glowered at him. “No,” he snapped. “And the next… next time you put your tongue in my mouth, I’m— I’m…”
Dominic stroked Onyx roughly, pushing him into his release as he stole another kiss from the Rayne witch’s lips despite his protests.
Onyx cried out as he spasmed, spilling all over Dominic’s hand and his own stomach, and Dominic broke the kiss before the Rayne witch could be tempted to bite a second time.
He stroked Onyx through his release, not stopping until the boy was twitching with oversensitivity. “Go shower,” he instructed, grabbing a cloth to wipe his hand off.
“F-fuck you,” Onyx panted, lips parting alluringly in the wake of their kisses.
“I have to get some work done before we can go. Anything special for breakfast?” Dominic inquired.
“No.” Onyx shot an annoyed look at Dominic before climbing out of bed onto wobbly legs. “Just no dry toast.”
Dominic chuckled and ordered breakfast through the intercom, watching Onyx as he retreated to the bathroom. He pulled out his laptop to check his emails, distracted by the never-ending onslaught of them until the servant arrived with their food.
Onyx returned of his own volition instead of needing to be fetched, and Dominic nodded in approval when he started to eat.
“Extra dry toast, just as requested,” Dominic said mildly, despite the fact that there was no dry toast anywhere present. He tapped away at the keyboard of his laptop, his half-finished plate on the desk next to him while he worked.
Onyx glared at him, but it lacked its usual venom. “When are we leaving? Where are we going?” he asked impatiently between bites of food.
“In a few hours, I am going to put you into a magical sleep,” Dominic didn't look away from his computer. “When you wake up, you will be in a warehouse that I have acquired. You’ll have an ankle shackle to prevent you from going very far, and your collar will be removed. There will be a number of structures and other objects that you can use in whatever manner you would like. When your time is up, you’ll be spelled back into sleep again, and when you awaken for the second time, we’ll be back here. ”
“A warehouse,” Onyx repeated. “I don’t guess you’ll be one of the targets inside?”
Dominic laughed, glancing over at him. “I rather suspect that wouldn’t be wise,” he said, amused. “But if you ask nicely, I can bring a couple of shirts to hang on them.”
“I don’t know, I think it would be great,” Onyx retorted, finishing off his breakfast. He got up, starting to pace the room — and putting distance between them, which wasn’t something Dominic would allow.
Dominic chuckled. “I can hear your mind whirring away at it from over here." He turned his chair and beckoned Onyx over. “Come here.”