28. Dominic
Dominic
In the heartbeat of time between sleep and awake, there was one overwhelming truth that Dominic became aware of: his arms were empty, and Onyx was missing.
Gone.
Again.
Fear and shock reverberated through him as he immediately checked his wards. Not fear for what Onyx might do, or could have done. He was alive, so whatever the Rayne witch had done, it hadn’t been to kill him. Unless he’d tried and Dominic’s own magical defenses had kicked in but hadn’t woken him?
Dominic bolted upright in bed, even as the results of his check came back. The wards were all intact. None of them had been breached in any way, and all of his monitoring spells were intact. What had happened? Had—
He finally woke up enough to recall the events of the night — and day — prior, and the fact that Onyx had demanded “time to think” and then had gone into his crate.
Assuming that Onyx was — again — rejecting his company to sleep in the crate, Dominic had locked it up and gone to bed.
He’d been too irritated and frustrated to continue with their discussion, especially given how he’d bared himself in an attempt to get Onyx past this ridiculous point of being ashamed of his responses to Dominic’s touch.
Onyx was his slave, in the end, and Dominic had to question why he was coddling the boy as much as he was.
But his goals remained the same; if he could not have Onyx as his Sword of Damocles, his omnipresent threat hanging by a thread, then he’d have the younger witch at his feet and in his bed.
The only way to do that without breaking him to the point of compliance was to get him there with some — albeit coerced — willingness.
The more fool he, Dominic hadn’t used the trip to the warehouse in order to leverage further obedience and willingness from the Rayne witch. He’d thought… What, that Onyx would appreciate it in some way? He was too soft on the boy.
He laid back in the bed, alone with his musings.
He’d become accustomed to the younger witch’s presence in his arms and it was the second time in — what, a week?
Just under? — that he’d gone to bed without Onyx in his arms and in his bed.
It was a state that he was unwilling to continue to tolerate.
Tossing the covers back, Dominic got out of bed.
He paused briefly to unlock the crate door before going into the bathroom and turning on the shower.
Typically he used magic to clean himself, or took a quick and expedient shower, but this time he stepped into the spray and closed his eyes as he let the hot water wash over him.
Dominic washed himself slowly, lingering in the heat of the shower before shutting off the water.
He hadn’t expected Onyx to join him, but he wouldn’t have been displeased if the younger witch had.
But no matter. His wards hadn’t alerted him to anything, so the boy hadn’t attempted to leave the bedroom, at least.
He toweled himself off before returning to the bedroom, pausing at the doorway as he took in the sight of Onyx in his bed — in the very bed that he’d reiterated quite clearly that the Rayne witch could not deny him from, as he’d evidently forgotten that part at some point.
What was Onyx doing?
The fact that he couldn’t immediately identify Onyx’s motives wasn’t something that he liked.
Dominic crossed the room to stand next to the bed, looking down at the witch curled up in it. “What is this?” he asked quietly.
Dominic’s question brought a humorless smile to Onyx’s lips, and Onyx shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said.
For one of the very few times in his life, Dominic didn’t know what to do. Typically, he had multiple plans in progress and various actions that could move any of the plans in one direction or another as the opportunities arose, but at that moment he was at a loss.
The fact that Onyx had gotten into bed was relevant.
He could have done any number of things that weren’t that, but he’d done it. He hadn't stayed in the crate, hadn’t taken a seat at the desk, hadn’t waited sitting on the edge of the bed; he’d gotten into bed. And that alone made the action something of an offering, didn’t it?
In light of the conversation of the previous night, was this some indication of his willingness to try to get past the shame and humiliation? What conclusions had he come to in the time that he’d wanted to think on everything that had been said?
Well, he would put it to the test and see.
He nodded slightly before crossing around to the other side of the bed and getting into it, lying on his side to face the Rayne witch.
“I know it bothers you that I need time, but… thank you. I didn’t… I didn’t think I’d stay in the crate all night, but…” He trailed off, then reached out to gingerly touch Dominic’s arm.
“What did you decide in your thinking?” Dominic asked. He lifted his hand to rest it on Onyx’s hip, vexed when he realized that the Rayne witch had left his shorts on when he got into bed.
Onyx shook his head slowly. “I don’t know. I guess I decided to… to try.”
Dominic hummed thoughtfully, studying Onyx’s expression and tone. “Very well. Then try.”
He was curious what the Rayne witch would do.
Dominic had challenged him to lay claim to his own pleasure, to use him to do so.
Would Onyx actually try it, or was he saying that because he saw no other recourse?
Dominic would get what he wanted in the end, and they both knew it. The only question was when.
His thumb traced an idle circle on Onyx’s hip.
Onyx let out a shuddering breath, then he leaned in, brushing his lips lightly, tentatively, against Dominic’s as his hand slid down Dominic’s arm.
Dominic hummed his approval when Onyx’s lips brushed against his, and he invited the Rayne witch to deepen the kiss. How far was Onyx willing to take this?
Onyx was trembling as he edged closer to Dominic so his chest was flush against Dominic’s, and he deepened the kiss from something light and chaste to something a little firmer.
Dominic’s fingers flexed on Onyx’s hip, and he moaned softly into the kiss, opening for Onyx to explore his mouth and lightly teasing the younger witch’s tongue. His cock took an interest in the proceedings, starting to fill.
Onyx pressed in closer, and his hand slid around Dominic’s body until he was touching the small of his back. The kiss went deeper still, and he made a quiet, muffled sound against Dominic’s mouth. He was still shaking, but his body was starting to react, too, something Dominic took note of.
Dominic slid his fingertips under the waistband of Onyx’s shorts and underwear, keeping his hand where it was on Onyx’s hip, but seeking out the skin to skin contact as Onyx moved against him.
Onyx pulled back, his eyes somewhat dazed as he stared at Dominic. “Is that what you want from me?” he whispered. “I don’t…”
“You’re still fighting yourself,” Dominic murmured. “You know what feels good, what your body likes. Claim it. Own it.”
Onyx whimpered, then he kissed Dominic again with a little more force, firm and demanding, as he slid his hand up Dominic’s back.
It was against Dominic’s nature to be a receptive and passive lover.
His inclination was always to take charge, but if he wanted Onyx to stop fighting himself over every touch of his, then there were allowances that he was willing to make to let Onyx be the aggressor.
There were allowances that he wasn’t willing to make, but he didn’t think that those were things that Onyx would be inclined to want, so he wasn’t terribly worried about them.
His hand slid farther under the waistband of Onyx’s shorts and underwear, starting to coax the material off to bare the younger witch for him. It made Onyx’s breath catch, but he shifted so they could come off more easily.
Dominic’s cock was quickly hardening, and he flexed his hips to add some friction and rub against Onyx’s hardening cock.
Onyx hesitated for several beats before reaching for the lube in the bedside table.
Wordlessly, he squirted some into his hand, slicking their cocks up, then he started to slowly stroke them together.
Dominic groaned into the kiss, enjoying the feel of Onyx’s hand around him.
Around them. He hadn’t felt Onyx’s touch for a great deal of time, and now he’d had the younger witch’s hand on him twice in as many days.
The feeling of Onyx’s cock, hard and slick against his own, was exquisite, and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into Onyx’s hand.
Dominic’s fingers flexed on Onyx’s hip, encouraging the younger witch to move more, to seek out his own pleasure as he met Onyx’s desperate kiss and demanded more.
He wanted — he needed — Onyx panting and desperate and holding nothing back.
Dominic had been skating near the edge of his own release, and the feeling of Onyx’s cock spilling over his, and the sound of Onyx’s gasp against his mouth, pushed him over the edge.
He groaned as his cum joined Onyx’s and covered the younger witch’s hand, then he pressed in for a lingering kiss in the wake of their release.
Onyx stayed there for a moment, kissing back even though it was more faltering, softer, in the wake of it all. Then he pulled back and mumbled, “I need to go clean my hand… I’ll be right back.”
Dominic was loath to let Onyx go, even for a second. But the younger witch had done well, and he was equally loath to have things go sour at this point, so he let Onyx pull away from him with only mild resistance.
He stayed in bed, curious if the younger witch would rejoin him after cleaning off his hand.
Perhaps Onyx’s time alone had done him well after all.
They’d see.