Onyx
The tears he’d barely been holding back began to flow, and he sobbed, one giant animalistic wail after another.
No.
No, Dominic was wrong. He was wrong. He had to be. There was no way that he actually belonged to the Bancroft witch, not… not this way. He didn’t. It was in name only; it was by law only.
There would only be death, and even death wouldn’t end this because Dominic would bring him back.
Shane wasn’t wrong; Onyx was Dominic’s obsession. That wasn’t going to change, even though he needed it to. He needed Dominic to find another distraction, a new sword of Damocles, a new anything.
Then what?
Then where would he be? What would he be left with? If Dominic pursued something else and Onyx was forgotten, then what? It would be too late for him to reclaim himself, and…
And he wanted to go home. With all the desperation of a child, he wanted his parents, and he wanted to go home, and he wanted to be done with this.
He cried harder, shaking and pulling wildly at his bonds as he lost control of himself in front of the one person he’d never wanted to see him break.
Dominic stroked his skin while he wept and raged, containing him without quite pinning him down, an unwelcome but inexorable touch that he couldn’t escape.
Through it all, Onyx thrashed blindly. Tears made it impossible to see, but there was nowhere to go anyway. There was no breaking free. There was nothing he could do about any of this, no matter how hard he tried or what he did.
“Get off of me,” he sobbed. “Leave me alone, Dominic, I swear, I will fucking kill you for this, I swear it.”
“You’re not alone, Onyx. And you won’t be alone again. You’ll have everything that I can give you,” Dominic said, as though that was meant to be soothing.
A promise, not a threat.
Now that he’d started crying, Onyx didn’t know how to stop. No matter how many times he told himself that Dominic was a predator, and that you never let a predator see you vulnerable, it didn’t help. He was too lost, too desperate.
But slowly, his struggles slowed down, and his tears started to slow as well. He wept quietly, not fighting against Dominic’s touch.
Dominic made it sound like he’d have everything, but in reality, Onyx would have so little.
He’d have only Dominic and what Dominic gave him, devoid of his freedom, his magic.
Hell, even friends. He hadn’t been allowed to have those for so long that he shouldn’t have cared, but he wanted them.
He didn’t want Dominic to be all he had.
It was so much.
It was too much.
“Everything you could want,” Dominic continued, gently wiping away Onyx’s tears from his face. “Name it, and if it is within my power, I will give it to you.”
“Sell me,” Onyx whispered, not even knowing where the words were coming from. “I want to be with anyone but you.”
There was a brief pause.
“That is not something that I can give you,” Dominic finally murmured, and Onyx could nearly feel the fury that was barely constrained within those words. “And even if I could, you would still be mine.”
The worst part of it was that Onyx knew Dominic was right. Even if Dominic sold him — and he never would, Onyx knew that, too — Onyx would always have Dominic’s voice in the back of his mind, would always remember being touched and tortured and raped and used and…
And held, and kissed, too, and he couldn’t reconcile all of those things in his mind no matter how hard he tried.
“I want to die,” he said even more quietly. “I want to die so, so fucking…” He nearly sobbed again. “I want you to let me go, but you’re never going to. Until you find someone else, something else, a new Sword of Damocles, then what? Then what, Dominic?”
Dominic stroked Onyx’s face with fingers that were entirely too gentle.
“You want to die because all you can see in a future with me is pain, is horror and torture and suffering. And that’s my fault, because I miscalculated.
I made mistakes that I cannot undo. But things aren’t that way anymore, Onyx, and that’s not the future that I offer you now.
I will not let you go. Not now, not ever. ”
The twisted part was that he was afraid that Dominic would find someone new to obsess over, to chase as his doom, and then… What? Onyx really would be left with nothing.
This way, he could have a future. A future with Dominic, yes, but a future.
“Yeah,” he whispered, feeling hollow inside. “I know.”
“Let me show you how good it can be, Onyx,” Dominic urged him quietly. “In my arms, in my bed, and out.”
Onyx let out another little sob, another broken sound. “Yeah,” he repeated. “I don’t really have a choice.”
“You can choose to keep fighting, to keep struggling and making things hurt. Or you can choose to put that aside and let them be good,” Dominic whispered. “Let them be good, Onyx. Let me give you the world.”
He leaned in and pressed his mouth to Onyx’s in a gentle kiss.
There was a deeply cynical part of him — a realistic part, likely — that told him that Dominic was manipulating him, that he would say and do anything to have Onyx in his bed.
There was also a part of him that was so, so tired of fighting all the time. That was why they’d come to this agreement in the first place, wasn’t it? Because he’d wanted more than to be the doom of someone who never gave him a fighting chance.
And wasn’t it appealing, to think that someone wanted to give him everything? He had to admit that things had changed, but the trauma of what had happened before had left serious cracks through his mind and soul. Could he believe that Dominic wasn’t simply biding his time before hurting him again?
He didn’t know.
So instead of trying to kick or scream or bite, he let himself be kissed. He didn’t kiss back; he couldn’t. But he let it happen, even as he squeezed his eyes tightly closed.
“Will you let me show you how good things can be?” Dominic murmured against Onyx’s lips. “Please?”
Onyx kept his eyes closed, hesitating for a long moment. Then he whispered back, “And you’ll never… things will never go back?” There was so much fear, so much hope, in those words that he barely recognized his own voice.
“Things will never go back,” Dominic said. “I will never harm you again. I promise.”
Onyx didn’t know whether he could believe it, but what choice did he have? He couldn’t keep going this way, couldn’t keep dreading everything, day after day. He couldn’t keep begging for death.
“My magic…” he began unsteadily. “Are you going to let me use it again?”
“I will,” Dominic said.
Onyx paused, then opened his eyes, seeking out Dominic’s gaze. “Are you going to punish me?” he asked, tears still clinging to his lashes.
“Punish you? For what?” Dominic asked.
Onyx searched Dominic’s expression, seeing only confusion there, and he shook his head quickly. If Dominic didn’t think that his panic attack — and death threats — warranted a punishment, he’d take it. “Never mind."
Dominic nodded slightly before pressing another kiss to Onyx’s lips. “Will you?” he asked again. “Let me show you?”
Onyx tried not to flinch at the kiss, but it was so hard. It was just as hard, in some ways, to accept gentleness as it was to accept pain. “Yeah,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Yeah. I’ll try.”
“Thank you,” Dominic murmured. “Kiss me,” he coaxed before pressing another kiss to Onyx’s lips.
For all that he didn’t want to, not really, Onyx felt so off balance that he hesitated instead of refusing outright. Maybe something small, something nice, wouldn’t feel so bad. Kissing Dominic had been strange, so unlike kissing a woman, but it hadn’t been terrible.
He kissed back.
Dominic kept the kiss slow and gentle, coaxing Onyx to deepen the kiss and slowly exploring his mouth before wordlessly encouraging him to do the same.
Onyx still had the temptation to bite down on Dominic’s tongue as it slid past his lips, but he didn’t do it.
Instead, he hesitantly let their tongues brush, and he squirmed uncomfortably as his body started to react.
He hadn’t expected that, not when he was kissing another man — not when his body still should’ve understood that it was wrong — but his cock slowly hardened as they kissed.
Dominic moaned quietly in approval as Onyx allowed their tongues to tangle in the kiss, then he added a little more heat to his kisses. His breath came a bit quicker as he finally broke the kiss. “I want you,” he murmured against Onyx’s lips. “Can I show you how things can be?”
Onyx felt fuzzy-headed from the kisses, from the exhaustion, but those words cut through the haze. “What… What do you mean by that?”
Dominic returned to kissing Onyx, a little more heat and hunger seeping into the kiss. He shifted enough that Onyx would feel the solidity of his cock, and threads of fear threatened to tighten around him.
“Let me show you how much pleasure I can bring you,” Dominic said quietly. “No pain, just pleasure.”
Onyx faltered, unable to catch his breath.
All he could think of was how many times he’d been forced, how many times he’d been hurt, and he didn’t want that.
Dominic might be claiming it would feel good — and he had occasionally made it feel good even when he’d humiliated and tormented Onyx — but he didn’t want it.
How could he, after everything?
“No,” Onyx whispered shakily, swallowing back the rising panic that came with the mere thought of Dominic using him that way again. “I don’t want you to fuck me.”
“Very well,” Dominic agreed without hesitation. “Then I won’t. And we can both still feel good. Agreed?”
Onyx didn’t know how that was going to happen, exactly, but Dominic’s ready acceptance of the boundary made the anxiety less immediate. “I’m not sucking you, either,” he warned, for all that the words were feeble at best.
Dominic flashed Onyx a quick grin before sitting up a bit so he could detach Onyx’s wrists from the chains attaching him to the headboard.
Onyx froze, unsure of what he thought about suddenly having the freedom to move. The other witch was trusting him, and part of him wanted to use that trust against him. He’d said he would kill Dominic, and he’d meant it in the moment.
Didn’t he still mean it? Didn’t he still want to?
Of course he did. But that would mean breaking his word, and that meant Dominic would be free to break his, too.
Instead, he chose to see what the other witch would do.
“That’s fine,” Dominic told him, pressing a quick kiss to Onyx’s lips before starting to slide down. “I’ll suck you instead.” He sucked Onyx’s nipple into his mouth to lash it with his tongue and tugged at the waistband of his shorts and underwear.
Onyx’s eyes went wide with disbelief, and he choked out an unintelligible sound, unsure of what to think of the thought of Dominic going down on him.
“Wait,” he said, but his cock was so hard it hurt.
Would it be so bad to accept pleasure like that?
It wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten a blowjob, but he hadn’t had them often, and only from women.
Never in his wildest dreams would he think that Dominic Bancroft would do this.
Never in his wildest dreams did he even want him to. “Why… why would you…”
Dominic didn’t answer, tugging Onyx’s clothing down far enough to free his cock. Without hesitating, he took Onyx’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head before sucking him down farther.
A strangled gasp escaped Onyx before he put his arm over his mouth, his entire body jerking with electricity when Dominic took his cock past his lips and… Oh. Oh. Oh, that was fucking good, and he didn’t know what to do with that. His entire body shuddered, and he whispered, “Fuck. Fuck.”
Dominic hummed approvingly, then he flattened his tongue, stroking the underside of Onyx’s cock. After a moment, he drew back off of him and sucked hard at the head of his cock before taking him deep again and swallowing around Onyx’s cock when it hit the back of his throat.
Onyx arched, his entire body jerking with the sensations, and he cried out helplessly.
He didn’t know what to make of all of it, and part of his mind was screaming at him to make it stop, to get Dominic off of him…
but the bigger part of him was relishing the pleasure.
Dominic had said he wanted things to be good, but Onyx hadn’t expected this.
He’d thought the other witch would insist on fucking him, or on being sucked, or anything other than this.
How obsessed was Dominic with him, to where he’d suck Onyx’s cock?
He had to grip the sheets so he could hold onto something. With a woman, he’d have grabbed her hair to play with, but this was Dominic, and that was already testing parts of him that were rebelling at all of this.
So he clung to the sheets, whispering again, “Fuck!”