Onyx
And oh, fuck, that felt amazing.
His pride — what was left of it — screamed at him to stop making this so fucking easy for Dominic. This was bad enough without encouraging him.
Wasn’t it?
Would it hurt, like Dominic’s cock had?
Dominic grinned at Onyx as he reached for the container of lube in the bedsheets, then skirted his fingertips lightly over Onyx’s taint. “Shift just a little,” he murmured, coaxing him to widen his legs. He squirted some lube onto his fingers while he briefly took Onyx’s cock back into his mouth.
Onyx tensed, knowing what was going to come this time. There would be so much pain, and he was dreading it. It didn’t matter how much pleasure Dominic said it would bring him; he had experienced this. He knew what it was really like.
“Stay relaxed. It’ll feel odd at first, and a little chilly.” Dominic eased a finger between Onyx’s ass cheeks and ran just the tip of his finger around his hole, while he took another deep suck of his cock.
Onyx squeezed his eyes closed, barely keeping a moan from spilling from his lips.
He didn’t want this.
He wasn’t ready for this.
It didn’t matter.
All he could think about was Dominic getting him prepared to shove his dick inside of him in the most painful, humiliating ways possible, and he bit his lip to keep from letting out any other sounds. He swallowed hard, trying to let go of the parts of him that were panicking.
He bit his lip as Dominic’s finger threatened to push inside, only to gasp and throw his head back at the especially deep suction that accompanied it.
Right as he did, Dominic slid the tip of his finger inside of him, lightly stroking the muscles constricting around it. He pulled off long enough to murmur, “Deep breath.”
Onyx tried to breathe, but it was hard, so fucking hard. His mind was screaming, telling him that it was going to be painful, that Dominic was going to change things up and fuck him despite what he’d said. He fought the urge to cry, anticipating that pain.
But it didn’t come.
It wasn’t… bad.
It wasn’t good, either, but it wasn’t bad.
He took in a deep breath, letting it out shakily.
Fuck. It wasn’t even that much, wasn’t even that deep, but it still felt strange.
He let out another quiet whine at the idea of taking more, not wanting it, not wanting what it might mean.
He couldn’t quite catch his breath, but he sought to try to relax because that would make things easier, wouldn’t it?
Onyx wished Dominic would go back to sucking his cock.
He hissed in a breath when the finger pushed deeper in, trying to get used to the strange sensation.
He felt like he was whoring himself out for a little bit of freedom, and he was disgusted with himself even as the pleasure coursed through him and left him unable to do anything but take what Dominic had to give him.
“Breathe,” Dominic repeated. “You’re doing very well.” He kept lightly stroking Onyx’s hole from the inside. “I’m going to add a second finger. You’re doing very well.”
Onyx nodded, his eyes a little wide, a little wild, but he didn’t pull away or struggle.
Dominic smiled encouragingly before taking Onyx’s cock back into his mouth and sucking hard.
Onyx cried out, his body jerking, and the suction made it possible for him to relax even as pleasure jolted through him. Fuck. It felt so good that he barely even noticed the second finger sliding in. There was pressure, sure, but it still didn’t hurt.
His breathing was still coming quickly, but he wasn’t on the verge of panic — at least, not quite as much, and he was more flustered and aroused than anything else.
Then that finger brushed his prostate, and he gasped again, his entire body jolting like he’d touched a live wire. “Fuck!” he cried out, shuddering hard. He’d forgotten how Dominic had played his body like this, had forgotten that it could feel good.
And it didn’t hurt.
Onyx breathed out slowly, his lips parting.
He moaned again as Dominic hummed around his cock, continuing to suck him, continuing to swallow around him, continuing to drive so much pleasure into it that he could barely stand it.
He didn’t know how he could simultaneously feel so good and be on the verge of mental collapse all at once as thoughts of what had always followed this kind of touching raced through him.
But he only bucked as Dominic’s fingers pressed against that spot, bringing that impossible pleasure from multiple directions. Dominic wasn’t going to try to fuck him. He’d said as much. He was just using his fingers. He wasn’t going to do anything else. Onyx could enjoy it.
Couldn’t he?
Dominic had to be up to something, though. He wasn’t just sucking Onyx’s cock and pleasuring him for nothing. He’d want something in return, and it only remained to be seen just what that was.
He couldn’t quite bring himself to care all that much as the pleasure surged again with the thrusting of those fingers. He moaned softly as Dominic worked his fingers in and out of him, getting closer and closer to climax.
Then Dominic was pulling back, no longer sucking his cock but instead using his hand to stroke him. It still felt good, but not nearly as much.
He wondered what it would be like to have Dominic inside of him again, being gentle and careful instead of rough and—
He instantly slammed the door on that thought, because what the fuck was wrong with him? He knew what that was like, and it was hell.
His expression twisted into distress at the memory, and his breathing came out unevenly as he tried to reconcile what was happening now with what had happened before.
It was different. He knew it was different.
It wasn’t painful, not physically, but it threatened to crack something inside of him anyway.
What difference did it make if he splintered a little more? He was already broken.
No.
He wasn’t.
He wasn’t.
Despite the thought, he spilled all over Dominic’s hand with a loud cry, his ass clenching around his fingers.
Dominic would take the climax as some sort of sign that he was getting closer to being able to fuck Onyx, but fuck Dominic. He wasn’t allowing it. He wasn’t.
But he let Dominic stroke him through his orgasm anyway, lying there and panting as he tried to recover from it.
Moving back up the bed, Dominic grabbed the cloth beside the bed before leaning in to give Onyx a kiss. “How was that?” He wiped off his fingers before starting to wipe up the mess on Onyx’s abdomen.
Onyx’s voice was rough, breathless, when he countered with, “What do you want?”
Dominic arched an eyebrow before quirking his lips into a smile. “What do I want? I just got what I wanted.” He leaned in to kiss Onyx again. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“It was fine,” Onyx said, stretching the truth a little because it had been better than fine. It had been downright good, but he wasn’t going to admit that to Dominic. But Dominic was hard now, and he’d want Onyx to do something about it.
Dominic made a sound that wasn’t quite disbelieving, but implied that Onyx’s description left a good bit to be desired. “‘Fine,’” he muttered with an amused note in his voice. “If a ‘fine’ is all I get, I’ll have to try harder next time.”
“Yeah,” Onyx said, though he couldn’t think for a moment how it couldn’t been better. Fuck. It had been amazing to have Dominic’s mouth on him, and the fingers on his prostate…
That had nearly driven him crazy. If it hadn’t been for the near flashbacks, it would’ve been amazing. If it hadn’t been for what it meant in the future, too.
“Should I, um.” Onyx stole a glance at Dominic’s hard cock, which the other witch wasn’t moving to touch or do anything about. “Touch you?” He almost whispered the words.
Dominic hummed lightly. “You don’t have to."
Onyx hadn't been expecting that answer, which put the proverbial ball right in his court. Shit. He didn’t know what to say, what to do. He should reciprocate, right?
But Dominic had gotten what he wanted. He didn’t need to come.
If he didn’t, he would owe Dominic.
With an aggrieved sigh, he reached out to grab Dominic’s cock anyway.
Dominic caught Onyx’s wrist lightly, stopping him. “You have your time tomorrow with Shane for being cooperative. Nothing further is required for that.” He released Onyx’s wrist again.
Onyx hesitated. He didn’t really want to touch Dominic, but he didn’t like the idea of being indebted to him. Then again, maybe it was only fair after all Dominic had put him through for so long. “Okay. But that’s your decision. I was gonna do it.”
Dominic smiled and pulled the blankets up, settling onto his side. “Get some sleep, Onyx.” He held his arms open for Onyx to take his expected place in them.
Onyx didn’t want to go to Dominic like this, but he did it anyway. He hated being caught in his arms, like Dominic was a spider cradling a fly. But there was no other choice. So instead of fighting it, he curled up in Dominic’s arms. “Yeah. Night.”