Dominic
“You can let go of me,” Onyx said, though his voice was subdued.
He was not a witch who was easily driven by what he considered to be primal urges. Indulge in them, yes, but not driven by them. But his need to possess the Rayne witch was riding him hard in the wake of the previous night.
Onyx was trying to get away from him again, was trying to escape.
Onyx swallowed hard. “You told me you’d try to listen. I came to bed. I was here. I just…”
He had said that. As much as Dominic was disgusted with himself for saying it, he had.
In the light of day, it was apparent that any indication that he was willing to let the Rayne witch have space from him was a very bad decision. “I’m listening,” he said, the note of warning still in his voice. He splayed his hand on Onyx’s chest. “And you can have some space. Later.”
Onyx sighed, closing his eyes. “I just woke up,” he mumbled.
Dominic took a deep breath, drawing in the scent of Onyx’s hair and skin. Onyx was still trying to escape him, trying to deny him what was his. And as much as he wanted the Rayne witch’s willing participation, he found that at the moment he was entirely too close to just taking what he wanted.
His fingertips flexed against Onyx’s skin. “That hasn’t stopped you before." His teeth scraped lightly against the skin of Onyx’s neck and made him shudder.
“You don’t usually give me a choice,” Onyx pointed out, squirming in Dominic’s grasp.
He could take what he wanted.
The cost would be high.
Too high? He had spent considerable time and effort on getting his beautiful tiger to trust him.
Every careful word choice to promise no more than he was willing to commit to.
Diligently keeping each promise to build the understanding that when Onyx could trust nothing else, he could trust Dominic to keep his word.
Dominic sucked a mark into the skin of Onyx’s neck. “What makes you think you got one now?” The question was far, far too mild for what was simmering beneath his skin.
His hand slid down Onyx’s chest in a lazy stroke against his skin, pausing briefly before continuing farther, where his hand wrapped around Onyx’s morning erection.
“I don’t,” Onyx retorted, his voice taking on an edge of its own. “I know that.”
Dominic had woken up hard, as he frequently did, especially with Onyx in his arms. And while it was something he was typically aware of, it wasn’t something that he generally felt required to do anything about.
Sharing pleasure with Onyx had been a relatively new development, after all.
He’d spent longer denying himself while making Onyx come.
But as he ran his thumb over the weeping tip of Onyx’s cock, he was blisteringly aware of exactly where his own cock was in relation to Onyx’s ass and just how little it would take him to start pushing into that tight hole.
The need to take, to claim, was clawing at his throat and making his breath rasp as he started to stroke Onyx’s cock.
He wouldn’t have to do much to line his cock up with Onyx’s hole.
A shift of his hips, a slight repositioning.
He wouldn’t even have to free his hands.
Onyx would fight him, of course. Dominic would be violating their agreement, and Onyx would be well within his rights to try to kill him at that point.
Given the boy’s physical prowess, he could plausibly get the upper hand before Dominic could use magic on him. At least, anything except his ability to inflict pain. That alone could probably hold Onyx off.
It was almost worth trying to see.
Would he be able to reclaim the Rayne witch’s trust again after such a violation?
Or would the act alone break through his carefully constructed foundation in Onyx’s psyche and break him in full?
The risk was not insignificant.
“I need to hear you today, little tiger,” he warned. “Sing for me.”
“Why?” Onyx squirmed beneath his touch.
The answer I need to hear what you will sound like when you come on my cock again was the first to Dominic’s lips, but that was one he would not voice. So, one that was perhaps marginally better. Or perhaps not.
“Because you’re mine,” he said simply.
Onyx shuddered, and as Dominic continued to stroke him, he let a soft moan spill past his lips — halting as it was.
Dominic hummed softly in approval at the low moan, and he sucked another mark into Onyx’s neck. “More,” he demanded, squeezing a little harder on his next stroke of Onyx’s cock. He would have Onyx’s sounds, one way or another.
Sing for me, little tiger, whispered the dark recesses of his psyche, or scream for me.[7]
Onyx yelped, then thrust his hips into Dominic’s hand.
“More,” Dominic ordered again, the words silkier the second time as he stroked Onyx’s cock more quickly.
Onyx let out a low sound of pleasure, not holding it back like he ordinarily would have.
It was something.
Was it enough?
He didn’t stop the slight roll of his hips that dragged his length against the crease of Onyx’s ass. “Shh,” he murmured when Onyx startled and tried to pull away. “Just keep singing.”
Dominic closed his eyes and drank in the sounds of Onyx’s pleasure. Imagining. Remembering. The tight grip of Onyx’s hole around his cock and the heat of his passage. The movements of his body as he struggled and fought. The harsh cries of pleasure and pain… and no small part of fury.
But these sounds were neither harsh nor furious. His tiger’s song of pleasure held no notes of agony, and slowly they soothed the dangerous current that had been driving Dominic. As he got what he wanted — what he needed — the drive to take started to slip away.
“Louder." Dominic's hand never stopped on Onyx’s cock, only speeding up or slowing down as Onyx responded to his demands for sounds. “Come for me, my tiger,” he ordered as he drove Onyx into his release, his hips rolling again to drag his length along the crease of Onyx’s ass.
Onyx cried out as he came, cum spilling all over Dominic’s fingers. He panted in the wake of his climax, and he sagged against Dominic.
Dominic hummed softly into Onyx’s hair as he stroked the Rayne witch through his release. His own cock was still hard, but he was sated with Onyx’s pleasure. He didn’t feel the need to do anything about it.
“Thank you, my tiger,” he murmured. “I needed that. And you will get your time later. I have not forgotten it.”
Onyx cracked an eye open to warily look at Dominic. “Are you sure?” he asked.
Dominic arched an eyebrow. “Sure about which, your time?” He sighed. “I don’t like it, but I keep my word. Is being alone in the rec room enough, or did you wish for something… further?”
“That’s fine,” Onyx said, the words uttered cautiously. “You can watch me and listen and whatever else. I just need alone time. Thank you for listening. I…” He nibbled on his lip. “I’m not going to put more distance. It’ll help me… calibrate?”
Dominic hummed. “Think about what your other subject will be." He gave Onyx’s ear a final nip before pulling away. “Give me a kiss.”
Onyx obediently kissed Dominic on the mouth, but there was a flicker of emotion across the boy’s face that he couldn’t interpret.
“Hmm?” he queried wordlessly rather than continuing to get out of bed.
“Will it be very big?” Onyx asked quietly. It took Dominic a moment to catch up to what Onyx was asking about, following the logical path at roughly the same time that Onyx clarified, “The plug?”
“No,” Dominic assured him with a touch of a smile. “It will be small. About the size of my fingers, and you know what that feels like already.”
Onyx nodded, squirming in Dominic’s arms. “Can you let go of me now?”
“Go get rinsed off.” Dominic sat the rest of the way up and reached for a cloth to wipe off his hand. “I’ll order breakfast. Any requests?”
“Pancakes,” Onyx requested, withdrawing from Dominic’s arm with a sigh of relief.
Dominic placed the breakfast order of pancakes for Onyx and eggs benedict for himself, then started to get ready for the day.
His thoughts kept circling around what had happened, and what he had come so close to doing. Things could have gone poorly. Very poorly.
He was usually able to channel that volatility into other outlets. That was part of the drive that had him seeking ways to play the games that he played with the Fates. Tempting them, taunting them. Challenging them to cut the thread of his life.
He hadn’t played those games elsewhere since acquiring Onyx, because Onyx had become that outlet, that ongoing temptation to the Fates. Or so he had believed, until he’d been forced to acknowledge that the Rayne witch had cracked in ways that he hadn’t been intending.
He would have to figure out what was needed to address the issue. It might simply be that Onyx was no longer providing sufficient focus; that was possible, though not probable. Or it might be that the disagreement from the prior night had caused an isolated incident that would not recur.
He wasn’t certain.
But he would have to figure it out.