Onyx
Had he agreed to too little, too quickly?
These chains weren’t terrible because they’d mostly been used to keep him from leaving the bed. Unlike the ones that Dominic had bound him to at the foot of the bed with, they hadn’t been part of the torture.
But he’d assumed he’d be chained with his arms together, not apart, and he swallowed hard when he realized Dominic meant to stretch him out. Bile rose into his throat at the idea of it, but he let his wrists be secured into place even as his breathing started to get erratic from fear.
He was placing so much trust in Dominic by agreeing to this.
Never mind that he wasn’t allowed to refuse in Dominic’s bed, but this was a step beyond that somehow because it could affect Onyx’s state of mind in a way that had required negotiations.
Onyx had just been too stupid to understand why Dominic had felt that need at first. He should’ve negotiated for more. He was never going to get good at this, no matter how hard he tried, was he?
He squirmed when he met Dominic’s eyes, the dark, possessive glint in them making discomfort race through his entire body.
Discomfort, and something more that he didn’t understand, something that went straight to his cock.
“Shhh,” Dominic soothed softly, leaning down to place a light kiss to Onyx’s lips before drawing back and getting off of the bed to undress.
His eyes didn’t stray far from Onyx’s at any point while he disrobed, and Dominic’s cock was already hard.
He fetched the container of lube and the plug out of his bedside table and tossed them onto the bed before getting back onto it and lying on his side, looking down at Onyx.
He brushed light fingertips over Onyx’s cheek and ran his thumb along his lower lip.
“I need you to be loud for me tonight,” Dominic murmured.
“I need to hear your pleasure, see it. Taste it.” He dipped his head down to press a light kiss to Onyx’s lips.
“My… urges were well satiated after I had you. I expected them to stay that way for longer. Were it not for tonight, I believe they would have.”
His fingertips trailed lightly down Onyx’s body, starting to slowly rouse him. His thumb circled Onyx’s nipple, and Onyx squirmed beneath those touches.
The words were the worst part, though, as Dominic made his requests. Demands.
“When you give me what I need, when you are loud when I demand it, when your body moves beneath my touch, I do not feel the need to take.” Dominic pressed soft kisses to Onyx’s chest, starting to move down his body.
“My urges are as pleased with your pleasure as they are with your pain.” He pressed a kiss to Onyx’s navel.
“This is why you cannot deny me in this bed, where they have dominion.”
Onyx shifted restlessly, not liking the feeling of his arms being spread, not liking the way this felt so much like those days. The night had been upsetting and disruptive to him, and he hadn’t realized just how it might affect Dominic or what it might drive him to need.
His eyes went to the lube and the plug, and he faltered.
He’d been hoping to get away with fingers alone, but no.
It didn’t seem like he was going to be that lucky, and as Dominic began to speak, he understood more of why.
Maybe. He tried, anyway, for all that it was difficult to focus between the frissons of fear and the coiling of arousal.
Onyx shivered at the touches, at the kisses, and as they stayed light and gentle, he reminded himself that Dominic was laying out the situation so that he could take heed of it and avoid… worse. More. Things he didn’t think he was ready to do again without something else cracking.
If he kept splintering, would anything remain of him?
He lightly tugged against the cuffs, but of course they held strong. It was impossible for him to do anything but lie there and wait for Dominic to play his body like an instrument, coaxing sound and movement alike from him.
If he didn’t give in, Dominic would take it anyway, which was something embittering and terrible because it wasn’t fucking fair.
If he didn’t give in, their negotiations would be all for nothing. And then what?
Onyx finally nodded. He’d never understand what drove Dominic to do the things he did. Dominic always got what he wanted, and if it was noises he wanted, Onyx had a sinking suspicion he’d be just as satisfied with screams as he would be with whimpers.
But wouldn’t screams be easier? Wouldn’t they make him feel like less of him was being stripped away? Maybe it would be better if Dominic had to force him, so he could deny his part in all of it.
No. He didn’t want pain. He didn’t want any of that.
At Dominic’s urging, Onyx had tried to let go in the past. He could do so again tonight, when Dominic was making it clear that the stakes were so very high. They’d negotiated for this. He…
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Onyx whispered, fear gripping him every bit as tightly as the growing arousal.
Dominic paused to look up and catch Onyx’s gaze, holding it captive. “Have I lied to you?” he asked softly. “I want only your pleasure. Close your eyes. Breathe. And feel.”
Onyx licked his lips, apprehension racing through him alongside the rest of the chaotic whirlwind of emotions he was feeling. No, Dominic hadn’t lied to him — that he knew of, anyway — and he had no reason to believe that this would be different.
He nodded, then closed his eyes, taking in a deep, shaky breath.
Feel. All he had to do was feel.
Feel, and react, and let Dominic see the way he was coming undone from acts that still left him feeling ashamed.
“Good,” Dominic murmured. He sucked Onyx’s cock into his mouth, taking him deep in a single motion.
Onyx had been on the verge of saying that he didn’t think he could do it when Dominic’s mouth closed around his cock. His entire body jerked as Dominic stroked the inside of Onyx’s thigh and pulled off of his cock, only to take him deep again, laving the underside with the flat of his tongue.
Onyx automatically bit back the sound that tried to escape him before remembering he wasn’t supposed to be holding them back. It felt good, impossibly so, so why was he still feeling such major anxiety at the idea of letting Dominic see it?
Because that handed Dominic a weapon, something to hold over him. As long as Dominic brought Onyx pleasure, he thought that he could do anything he wanted to and acted as though it was fine because it felt good for Onyx. It went beyond that, though, and he didn’t know how to explain the disconnect.
He let the next sound escape him as Dominic pulled back again, though it was muted. The cry that escaped him when he took him next was loud in the room, and he loathed himself for it as he tugged at the chains.
The fear wouldn’t abate, but the pleasure threatened to drown it.
He could only hope it would.
Dominic hummed approvingly, using his hands and his mouth to bring Onyx close to the edge.
The sounds spilling from Onyx’s lips were hesitant, restrained, as he tumbled closer to his climax.
It was right on the horizon, promising an end to this, only for it to be swept out from in front of him when Dominic pulled back before taking him there again.
The fear that had been dwindling surged back to the surface, and his eyes widened as he looked down at Dominic. Was he going to edge him like this? Take him back to that place where he tortured him with his pleasure as much as the pain?
Could he stand it?
“Dom… Dominic…” Onyx whispered, and he was mortified to feel tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
“Hmm?” Dominic pulled back off of his cock again.
“Please don’t,” he whispered. He blinked several times, trying to clear his vision.
Why was it affecting him like this? It wasn’t like Dominic was torturing him; people would just consider this teasing, a natural part of sex, wouldn’t they? But they hadn’t dealt with what he had, and the shadows of memories threatened to overshadow him, clawing at him from the inside out.
Dominic sat up some and reached for the container of lube, squirting some out into his hands. One hand went to Onyx’s cock, wrapping around him and starting to stroke while the other dipped to press a finger against his hole.
Onyx writhed beneath the touches, but it began to feel claustrophobic; his pleasure was Dominic’s, all Dominic’s, and the sounds that spilled from him were as desperate as they were aroused. He whined and whimpered, but he felt more like a trapped animal than someone in the throes of passion.
He didn’t think he could do this.
But he couldn’t say no.
Dominic.
His lips formed the word, but he didn’t dare say it, didn’t dare draw further attention to himself and his growing panic even as Dominic’s finger pressed against his hole and began to penetrate him.
“Shh,” Dominic soothed as his finger pressed farther into Onyx’s tight hole. “You’ll come once on my fingers—” He gave Onyx’s cock a long, firm stroke. “—then again on the toy. You’ll sing so sweetly for me. And we’ll both get what we need.”
Onyx couldn’t even say why he was starting to panic.
He only knew that he was, and that the entire thing felt out of his grasp.
Maybe it was knowing more about Dominic, that he was doing his best not to simply take everything he wanted; maybe it was just thoughts and memories clouding his mind.
He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that the fear tugged at him like he was at the end of a puppeteer’s strings.
“I—” he croaked out. “I need… Please, I don’t…”
He didn’t want to ask.
So badly, he did not want to ask.
If he’d realized he’d react this way, he would’ve negotiated for something more, something bigger, something better than a few hours in the garden.
“What do you need, my tiger?” Dominic purred, his finger brushing over Onyx’s prostate. “Tell me.”
Onyx cried out, pleasure lancing through him as Dominic’s fingers worked him over. But it was so much, too much, and he…
He didn’t know how to handle this.