Onyx #2
Why did he get aroused so easily, so often? Had all those months of being constantly dosed with aphrodisiacs changed something inside of him?
Dominic laughed. “I am willing to negotiate magic lessons for the plug, but one of the conditions is that you will take lessons in an additional subject. And no, not wearing the plug is not an option.” His lips twitched. “I think you will find that it is not so bad as you imagine… or remember.”
Onyx’s breathing wasn’t quite even, especially as Dominic reminded him of wearing the plug before.
“So now we have the price,” Onyx mumbled. “You’re gonna make me take your dick if I want those magic lessons in the warehouse, aren’t you?” He met Dominic’s eyes, unable to fully catch his breath. “The plug for the lessons is to get me ready for more. Right?”
He took a step back.
“I want time alone,” Onyx said flatly. “For the extra lesson. I want a break from you being so overbearing or having someone else around all the fucking time.”
Dominic’s smile fell away. He didn’t reach for Onyx, allowing him to put distance between them. “I have never lied about my intentions, Onyx,” he chided mildly. “And you are well aware why giving you time alone is not a viable request at this time. Perhaps at some point, yes. But not yet.”
“Then no deal,” Onyx said, his voice still devoid of emotion. “I can’t… I can’t handle you being all over me all the fucking time. If you want me to take these lessons, if you want me to wear a plug, you have to meet me halfway. I’ve kept my word too, haven’t I? I said I wouldn’t do that again.”
And he didn’t really want to become a vampire.
If he tried to kill himself, that was exactly what would happen.
As long as he had vampire blood in his system, he’d keep his word to Dominic…
and since Dominic was keeping a steady supply of that, fueling Onyx’s addiction, that meant he’d continue to keep his word.
He didn’t have a choice.
“You said you wouldn’t do that again, but there are a great many things that you have not given your word about.
And while never let it be said that I would not call the kettle black, I don’t intend to seek out every possible loophole to which your word may not apply in order to make you give it,” Dominic said dryly.
“But as I said before, we can revisit this discussion at some later occasion.”
Onyx scowled at Dominic. “Fine. But I’m not taking your stupid lessons in the meantime,” he retorted. “So you can stop bothering to bring those people around, because I’m not going to do it.”
His heart was still racing. He’d come so close to offering himself for something that should’ve been his by birthright, and in the wake of it, he was keenly aware of that fact. If Dominic had presented that as an option, he might have agreed to it.
It wasn’t a comfortable thought.
Dominic smiled. “No,” he replied simply. “I was thinking about fish for dinner? Or did you have some other preference?”
“I don’t care.” Onyx turned and stalked off to the other side of the room.
He was agitated, and he couldn’t calm himself down.
He just wanted some peace and quiet, some time alone.
Why was that so much to ask? Why wouldn’t Dominic just leave him alone?
“I want to go to bed in the crate. Not with you.”
Dominic leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs as he considered Onyx. “Very well,” he said after several long moments. He gestured to the crate.
Onyx hadn’t meant right then. He was restless and wanted to pace, and he was hungry.
Getting into the crate right away meant he would have to be almost completely still, he’d have to skip dinner, and he wouldn’t be able to let off any sort of steam.
His brow creased as he thought his way through it.
“Not yet,” he replied. “After I eat. Fish, or whatever, I don’t care.” But he would sleep away from Dominic, no matter how uncomfortable it was or how poorly he’d sleep after getting used to sleeping in a comfortable bed.
Well, he had to just suck it up. He’d gotten spoiled. If he wanted space, he’d have to get un-spoiled.
“No,” Dominic stated, a hint of irritation in the words. “You can go now, or you can sleep in the bed. I grow weary of your obstinance, Onyx.”
Onyx glared at Dominic. “And I grow weary of you completely,” he snarled. “Fine. Whatever.” He stalked over to the crate and got inside, even though he was already unsure of whether he’d made the right choice.
No dinner.
Discomfort.
But he’d have distance from Dominic for the first time in too long, and that had to count for something.
Dominic watched impassively, getting up from his chair only after Onyx was inside to latch the door shut and lock it.
Onyx got as comfortable as he could within the crate, closing his eyes. He’d just sleep early. He’d wake up early, too, and he’d be bored, but distance from Dominic would make it worth it.
At least, that was what he thought until the abrupt lack of sound from the room led him to open his eyes — and he saw nothing. He jerked up as much as the crate would allow, calling out into the unnatural darkness, “Dominic? Dominic, I didn’t do anything!”
Nothing.
“Dominic!” he tried again. “I’m sorry, okay?
” He didn’t know what he was apologizing for; he hadn’t done anything wrong.
At least, he didn’t think so, but obviously Dominic disagreed.
Dominic going straight to this spell without pausing to even hint at spanking him first meant he was seriously pissed.
Onyx didn’t even know why.
Was it because he wanted distance? Did it really upset Dominic that much that Onyx wanted space between them? Fuck.
He tried to sit quietly, tried to close his eyes and put his hands over his ears so he could block out the lack of sound from the outside, but it didn’t help.
None of this did. It only made it more apparent that he was missing his basic senses, and he bit back a whimper as the moments continued to pass. He wanted to sleep. He needed to sleep.
But he was hungry, and he was panicking, and he started pounding on the bars of the crate. “Dominic! Let me out! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry!”
“You wanted time alone,” Dominic’s voice came through the spell. “And so you have it. Go to sleep.”
Disbelief filled him, momentarily overriding the panic. He’d told Shane that Dominic was needy, and he’d never been more sure that he was right. Dominic wanted Onyx to go to him, and the fact that he wanted time alone, and space, was obviously criminally offensive to the older witch.
He took several deep breaths as he sought to calm down. He wasn’t going to let Dominic get to him like this. He wasn’t.
He stopped begging, pulling himself together with one uneven breath after another.
He hated it. He hated it so much, but he didn’t beg again.
He went quiet, and even though he had no idea how long Dominic would leave him like that, even though tears were still running down his cheeks, he stayed that way.
In time, he cried himself to sleep.
Onyx woke abruptly, unsure of what had woken him but instantly aware of the fact that there was still nothing but the solid feel of the crate all around him. No sight. No sound. Nothing.
He shuddered, despair already starting to creep into him again as he realized that Dominic had left the spell up for… how long? He didn’t even know how long he’d slept, and there were no signs of daylight creeping in.
Only darkness.