31. Onyx
Onyx
The light sheen of sweat that clung to his forehead was worth it for the time spent in Dominic’s gardens, which could quickly become as addictive as the rec room. He’d had to negotiate for an additional fifteen minutes, and while he was already dreading what the price might be, it felt worth it.
For now.
The tutor hadn’t been terrible, all things considered, though Onyx’s attention had wandered several times — partially because of the plug in his ass, and partially because he’d been keenly aware of the fact that he was outdoors.
It sent him back to so many months earlier, when he’d been a part of the rebellion. Housed in the bayou, nights out in the elements had been normal, and he still missed the peace of the middle of nowhere.
He doubted Dominic would ever let him do anything like sleeping outdoors, and he couldn’t imagine the Bancroft witch sleeping anywhere but in a fancy bed, but it might be worth a try.
Mulling that over as he trailed after Dominic to return inside, he swatted idly at a mosquito. No, Dominic would definitely not agree to sleeping out under the stars.
Onyx paused by Dominic’s office instead of continuing on toward the bedroom. “If I want the plug out without… things… I have to have it out here, right?” he asked. He wasn’t going to be forgetful twice and end up in Dominic’s bed with the witch reminding him that he couldn’t say no there.
Dominic arched an eyebrow as he turned back to where Onyx had paused at the door, with a faint smile on his lips. He hummed thoughtfully. “We’ll take it out upstairs, afterwards.”
Onyx eyed Dominic, not liking the sound of that. “After what? Lesson is over. You promised.”
Dominic nodded. “It is, and as we ate earlier, we’ll be going straight to bed. Where I can use the plug again if you want to take it out now, or we can continue,” he said, gesturing to the hallway.
“What do you mean, use it again in bed?” Onyx's good mood threatened to falter. He should’ve been on cloud nine; he’d gotten to go outside, and tomorrow, he’d get to go to the warehouse and feel his magic. But Dominic was having to be a pest.
What else was new? But he still didn’t like it.
“Yes, use it again in bed. Rather in the same method it’s being used now, in lieu of my fingers.” Dominic held out his hand to Onyx.
Onyx stared at Dominic. “When did this become a thing?” he demanded. “You said just during lessons!” He ignored the outstretched hand.
Fuck! Give Dominic an inch, and he took a mile.
And that reminded him of why he needed to be really fucking careful with what he agreed to, because it seemed like once something had been introduced into his weird sex shit, it was there forever.
Dominic chuckled, still patiently holding his hand out. “We agreed that you would wear a plug during the lessons. I didn’t promise that that was the only place that one would be used. Come.”
“You are such a dick,” Onyx snapped at him, ignoring the offered hand.
“The only reason I’m going along with this is because tomorrow is warehouse day, and I am not wearing this into the warehouse.
” If he woke up in the warehouse with it in, he was damn well taking it out and he’d melt the fucking thing.
Dominic laughed. “You will not have to wear it tomorrow in the warehouse,” he said, voice rich with amusement at Onyx’s expense.
“And I want it out before I sleep,” Onyx muttered, finally taking Dominic’s hand and letting himself be led toward the bedroom. “I hate you.”
“It can come out after you come.” Dominic chuckled again. “Take off your shorts and underwear and get in bed,” he instructed as soon as they’d reached his room. “Like you were the other day.”
Onyx gave him a sidelong look. “You mean, with my shirt on?”
Dominic hummed in confirmation, taking up the same position he’d had leaning against the post of the bed while Onyx followed his instructions.
Were they having a goddamn redo with Dominic’s twisted fantasies? He should’ve been used to it by then, but sometimes, Dominic still caught him off guard.
Nothing should have surprised him anymore.
He removed his shorts and underwear, tossing them off to the side, then got into bed. He pulled the blankets up over his waist even though he knew Dominic would take that off or make him do it within seconds. Still. It was something.
It made Dominic chuckle again. “That was not how that went,” he noted, gesturing for Onyx to toss the covers back off. “Give me that sulky sprawl again.”
Onyx made a rude sound beneath his breath, but he reluctantly pulled the blankets back off. He repositioned himself, watching Dominic without any of his own amusement. “I’d say I can’t believe this, but I can,” he muttered. “There. Are you happy?”
Dominic watched Onyx, a smile faintly playing at the edge of his mouth as he intently watched each movement. His smile widened a bit further at the question. “Quite.”
Of course it made Dominic happy. Anything that humiliated Onyx made him happy.
That thought gave him slight pause, though, as he considered the arguments they’d had.
He didn’t know if Dominic was just bullshitting him or not.
But chances were that Dominic meant it because he had no reason to lie about something like that.
If he wanted to humiliate Onyx, he could and would, and he’d be brazen about it.
Dominic slowly pushed away from the bedpost and started to undress. “Touch yourself,” he instructed, his gaze hungry as he watched Onyx.
Onyx squirmed, not liking or trusting this one bit. He averted his eyes when Dominic pulled off his shirt, and he hesitated beneath the command. For once, he wasn’t even half-hard, and it would take effort to get aroused.
“I’m not—” he began, only to think over the rest of the arguments.
He wasn’t allowed to tell Dominic no in his bed, and even if he wanted to fight that, he also wanted to go to the warehouse in the morning.
That meant giving in to some of this bullshit, and he huffed out an irritated sigh before wrapping his hand around his soft cock and half-heartedly starting to stroke it.
“Slowly,” Dominic said when Onyx started to work on his cock. “You are beautiful, my tiger. Use it.”
Onyx made another annoyed sound when Dominic spoke, but he slowed down, carefully jerking his cock until it started to respond to his touch.
His cheeks flushed red as he put on the show, not liking this any more than he liked it when Dominic touched him.
How was it that Dominic could continue to find new ways to embarrass him?
Dominic slowly shucked off his pants. He was half-hard but ignored his cock, instead starting to crawl onto the bed.
Onyx hesitated, eyeing him. What was he planning?
Dominic continued up the bed, running his hand lightly over Onyx’s calf and following the line of his leg up toward his body, nudging Onyx’s legs open until he was kneeling between him.
His attention finally shifted away from Onyx’s face to look down at his cock.
“Harder,” he instructed. “But don’t come. ”
Onyx groaned at the command, increasingly annoyed. Dominic was making him pay for the last time, it seemed, and in droves. He bit his bottom lip as he started stroking himself more firmly, his chest rising and falling quickly as his breathing sped up.
He squirmed when Dominic’s hands ran along his thighs, not liking the reminder that the Bancroft witch was right there.
What was he planning? It couldn’t be just this.
Dominic’s fingers traced over the base of the plug before he pushed on it, using it to press on Onyx’s prostate in a gesture that had him jolting with pleasure before starting to draw it out.
He didn’t remove it completely, just pulling it out enough for the widest part to clear Onyx’s hole before pushing it back in again and repeating.
And there it was.
Onyx hissed out a breath, squeezing his eyes closed as he paused in stroking himself for a moment to recover. “Fuck,” he muttered.
This was just another one of Dominic’s mind games, trying to get Onyx to associate the plug with pleasure. He knew that. At least, he thought that was what it was. Who knew, given it was Dominic he was talking about?
“Dominic,” he whined. “Stop doing that.”
Dominic didn’t pause in his manipulation of the plug, though he glanced from it up to Onyx’s face with an indulgent smile. “Why?” he purred.
Onyx glared down at him. “You know why,” he retorted, stopping his strokes of his cock — partially because he was too close to coming, and partially because he didn’t want to reward Dominic for behaving like this.
Ugh.
Dominic hummed, still not stopping at all. “I don’t believe I do. Why should I stop? Take your shirt off.”
Onyx glared harder. “I don’t want the plug at all. I don’t want you fucking me with it.” But what was the alternative? Dominic’s fingers?
His cock?
Oh, fuck that. After the can of worms he’d opened up by allowing the plug for lessons only, he wasn’t letting Dominic’s cock near his ass any time soon. It would only make the Bancroft witch think that he was entitled to fuck him whenever he wanted after that.
Onyx yanked his shirt off and tossed it to the side, squirming each time the plug brushed against his prostate. His hand went back to his cock, but he didn’t stroke it.
“Okay, stop,” he whined after a moment.
Dominic chuckled. “I could always replace it with something else,” he drawled.
Onyx growled at Dominic. He wasn’t going to allow that, and they both knew it. Of course, Dominic could mean just his fingers, but Onyx was not risking that. At all.
He let Dominic move his hand aside, and his breath caught as Dominic’s fingers curled around his cock. At the rate he was going, Onyx wouldn’t need any stroking to come. Dominic’s manipulation of the plug inside of him would be enough.
“Make noise for me,” Dominic murmured.
Onyx shook his head, not wanting to make any sounds, not wanting Dominic to get what he wanted out of this.
Not when it meant his own humiliation — and there was that word again, that sentiment — from obviously enjoying being fucked with the plug.
It was different than it was with Dominic’s fingers, something he wasn’t sure was a good thing or not.
It was slightly bigger, slightly more intimidating, but it still felt good whether he wanted it to or not.
His breath caught again as Dominic’s finger brushed the slit of his cock, and he closed his eyes, fighting back the sounds he wanted to make as his body slowly backed off the precipice.
“Claim your pleasure, Onyx.” Dominic slowed down further. “Own it. Use it. Use me.”
Onyx shuddered at Dominic’s words. He was taking his pleasure, mostly. But he didn’t want to verbalize it. It was a small rebellion, one of the few things he could do, and he knew that Dominic wanted to hear his pleasure. Denying it was the least he could do.
The only thing he could do.
His eyelashes fluttered when Dominic released his cock and started up again, and he squirmed, trying not to press against it.
Dominic started to get a little more aggressive with the plug, making sure that it rubbed against Onyx’s prostate and drawing it out farther before pushing it back into his hole.
Onyx bit his lip harder. The first few tiny sounds escaped him, and he winced as he heard himself. He hated it, and even if he was going to try to claim his pleasure and use Dominic, it didn’t make it any easier to accept pleasure like this.
But as he got close to the edge, he couldn’t hold back every sound. He moaned, still squirming on the plug even though he wasn’t quite fucking himself on the object.
“More,” Dominic demanded, but when Onyx got close to the edge, he slowed down again.
Onyx let out a strangled sound. “Dominic!” he whined, but he’d gotten the hint. As difficult as it was, he let those soft sounds escape, even as he squeezed his eyes more tightly shut.
“More,” Dominic ordered again.
Fuck.
Onyx didn’t want to give Dominic what he wanted, but Dominic was holding his release hostage, and he wasn’t going to let Onyx have it until he gave in. Dominic wouldn’t stop, either; he would keep edging him until he got what he wanted.
So he stopped holding back his sounds, even though they were still quiet, more hesitant, because he was so embarrassed to be getting off from Dominic fucking his hole with the plug alone.
“Good,” Dominic whispered. “Give me all of it.”
He started stroking Onyx’s cock with quick motions, twisting the plug inside of him.
Onyx gasped, and a cry did escape him then, unfettered and loud, as the strokes and the plug together worked to bring him closer to the edge again. He whined, not wanting to be denied again, and he bucked, trying to drive himself onto the plug before he caught himself.
Oh, fuck, what the hell was he doing?
“Come. Now.”
Onyx didn’t want to come on command, not like that, not like that, but his body was already so close, and being given permission did something to him that he didn’t understand. He let out another strangled sound as his climax slammed into him.
The pleasure was dizzying, going straight to his head, and he lay back, panting as he struggled to catch his breath again.
Fuck. Fuck.
“Good,” Dominic hummed. He continued to stroke Onyx through his release, making small movements with the plug until Onyx was drained and panting.
Onyx whined when the sensations became too intense, and he shook his head, grabbing Dominic’s wrist to push his hand back away from his cock.
He collapsed back against the bed, trying to catch his breath as Dominic pulled the plug out.
He didn’t look up at Dominic’s body, not wanting to see the erection he knew the other witch would be sporting.
He guessed that this did count as “using” Dominic, and he was starting to wonder if it was just a kink or if there was something more to it.
Dominic tossed the plug onto his nightstand and cleaned his hand off before he got under the covers, drawing Onyx back against his chest and wrapped up in his arms. He buried his face in Onyx’s hair and breathed in deep. “Get some sleep."
Onyx was exhausted in the wake of being edged within an inch of his life and back, and he nodded, resting against Dominic. He could still feel the other witch’s hard cock against him, but as long as he didn’t move to do anything about it, it would be fine.
It took time, but he finally fell asleep while in Dominic’s arms.