Onyx #2
He knew what Dominic wanted; Dominic had told him. It should’ve been easy. Display the evidence of his pleasure. That was all.
So why was it getting to him like this?
Why couldn’t he just lie back and enjoy it? Onyx was getting so much pleasure at the mouth and hands of Dominic fucking Bancroft; no one would believe him if he tried to tell them that the sadist enjoyed doing the sorts of things he did.
He should’ve enjoyed it, should’ve been smug, or something.
Why was he so broken?
“I need help,” Onyx whispered helplessly.
Dominic hummed softly. The sound was inquisitive… and a touch predatory. “Tell me, Onyx,” he murmured. “What help do you need?”
Onyx swallowed hard, not looking at Dominic. This shouldn’t have been anything new; he knew what Dominic was, and he’d have had the scars to prove it if it hadn’t been for the vampire blood Dominic had gotten him addicted to.
But it was one thing to know on an academic level that Dominic was a psychopath; it was another to experience the monster looking at him like this for potentially the first time since everything had changed.
He felt like he was seeing something that Dominic kept under tight control, and he didn’t like it. He didn’t want to be aware during this.
Everything was supposed to be different.
But it was dangerously close to what he’d known before. Too close.
“P-potion,” he choked out. “Please. Just a little.”
Dominic stilled, sucking in a startled breath that he held for a moment before letting it out in a groan of pleasure. “Do I get to have you again, my tiger?” He paused for a brief moment. “You can say no, though I would prefer that you not.”
Onyx’s despair broke upon the shoreline, and he was momentarily lost beneath the undertow.
Even if Dominic said he could say no, he was skirting a fine line, but if he said yes… it would potentially be longer before he had to deal with it again.
Except now that he’d done it once, it seemed like it was on the table, and he didn’t want that to be the case.
“Why are you giving me a choice?” Onyx asked, the tears threatening to fall again.
“I want you willing in my bed, my sweet tiger,” Dominic murmured. “As much as you can be. Forcing that on you at this time does not further that.” He sat back, his hands leaving Onyx’s body, though his gaze was no less intently focused on his face.
It would’ve been easier if Dominic had forced this, any of this.
He could’ve hated him more, and he wanted to hate him more, but Dominic was playing games Onyx couldn’t even begin to understand.
Like witch politics, this was beyond him.
He knew only that Dominic had a goal and a strategy, and he would do what he thought he needed to in order to achieve that goal.
Onyx had thought that the end game had simply been to get to his ass, but that was wrong. And in retrospect, that had been a stupid thing to think. Of course it was more; of course it went deeper.
He didn’t want to think about what that something might be. He needed to drown it out.
He bit his lip, refusing to meet Dominic’s gaze. “I don’t want you to.” But what was best for him? He let out a half-laugh, half-sob. “Negotiate with me, I guess.”
Dominic’s low hum was thoroughly approving.
“When my urges are well satiated, I can go some time before they need to be fed again. But times will come when they must be fed.” His fingers brushed over Onyx’s inner thigh.
“A potion, and I have all of you, and you don’t have to wear a plug during lessons. ”
“Half a potion,” Onyx countered, breathless and feeling strange, knowing that a full potion could last for hours. “No plug during the lessons unless we renegotiate, and the chains come off.”
“And I have all of you,” Dominic added.
Onyx nodded. That part, he hadn’t been able to say aloud.
He was never going to be a brilliant negotiator, and he knew that he was probably failing simply because he was giving Dominic exactly what he wanted without having the witch even blink at the comparative cost. He wasn’t asking for enough because Dominic wasn’t even countering him.
But he didn’t know what else to ask, and right then, he’d take what he could get.
“Okay,” Onyx whispered.
“Agreed,” Dominic purred. He unlocked one cuff, then the other, letting Onyx free of the chains.
Onyx let out a shuddering sigh of relief when the chains came free, already feeling more like himself. He hadn’t thought the chains would be a big deal at first, but he’d been so wrong. He rubbed at his wrists, trying to shake off the phantom feeling of them being secured there.
Dominic retrieved the potion and returned, then held it out for Onyx to take, his eyes burning with dark intent.
Onyx watched Dominic, wondering what the fuck he’d just agreed to, but he only took it and drank half of its contents before starting to hand it back to Dominic. Dominic captured his wrist before he could lower it entirely, using the hold to bring Onyx toward him.
There, he claimed a kiss from Onyx’s mouth, deepening it immediately and devouring Onyx’s mouth.
For some reason, the kiss startled Onyx, but he kissed back after only a few seconds had passed — as the drug hit his system and left him open to the possibilities of pleasure instead of focusing on the negatives.
Dominic finally let his hand fall away so he could re-cap the potion and place it on the bedside table, then he prowled back onto the bed with predatory grace, moving on top of Onyx into a position not far from the one he’d been in previously.
“I want only your pleasure,” he reminded Onyx before kissing him again.
It was too late for regret, and as the potion burned inside of him, he carefully took Dominic’s hand in his and guided it to his own cock even as they kissed again.
Dominic hummed in approval and wrapped his hand around Onyx’s cock, squeezing lightly before he pulled back to locate the container of lube and slick his hands back up again.
He stroked Onyx’s cock slowly, and his fingers found Onyx’s hole again.
He pushed one inside, thrusting a couple of times before adding the second and brushing over Onyx’s prostate.
It was easier, better, to lose himself to the demands of the potion, and Onyx didn’t try to fight the pleasure that came as a result of it.
What was usually difficult to accept became easy, and he kissed Dominic again and again as those fingers slid inside of him.
He arched as they found his prostate, then squirmed as Dominic started to thrust them in and out of his hole.
Fuck, it felt good.
Why did it have to feel good? Why did it take something like this for him to accept pleasure? It shouldn’t have been difficult.
Use me. Hate me.
Dominic had told him those things, but then he’d ceased doing things for Onyx to hate him for. It left him drowning in memories of pain and suffering that threatened to crush him while simultaneously giving him reasons to reach for Dominic instead of pulling away.
He tumbled closer and closer to the edge, then he was spilling with a loud cry of pleasure.
In the wake of Onyx’s release, Dominic slid a third finger into his hole, stretching him more. He continued to stroke Onyx’s cock while thrusting his fingers into his hole. “More,” Dominic demanded.
Relying on the potions to get him through nights like these made him feel like a coward, but Onyx wasn’t ready to deal with any of this on his own.
It was so much easier, so much better, to have this, even if it was a crutch.
His cock was oversensitive in seconds, but he didn’t pull away because it didn’t soften even in the wake of his climax.
He wanted that feeling, needed it, and he moaned as Dominic finger-fucked his hole.
It would be replaced with something much bigger soon, a thought he tried not to remind himself of.
Instead of thinking about it, he kissed Dominic again, his moans muffled against the other witch’s mouth.
Dominic continued to stretch him, rolling and shifting his fingers as he thrust them inside, drinking his moans from his lips and never stopping stroking his cock.
Onyx was on the verge of a second climax when Dominic pulled away to lube up his own cock, and he let out a low whine of disappointment and displeasure. He thrust his hips up, but he went still when Dominic shifted so his cock was on the verge of penetrating him.
Then Dominic was pushing inside, and he let out another quiet, choked sound. The stretch was familiar, too familiar, but the fact that it was slow kept him from dropping out of the bubble the pleasure had enveloped him in.
Dominic’s hand went back to Onyx’s cock, and he leaned in to devour Onyx’s mouth again as he started to rock himself into his body with slow advances and withdrawals, getting farther while he dragged Onyx toward a second climax.
Even with only half a dose of the aphrodisiac, his body would reach its pinnacle multiple times.
“Come for me,” Dominic ordered when Onyx was near the peak, as his hole tightened.
Onyx’s hands went to Dominic’s shoulders as he bucked into his hand. It drove him farther onto Dominic’s cock as he did, and he let out another cry as pleasure swept over him at the same time as the discomfort of being penetrated so deeply did. He came with a shudder, clutching at Dominic.
Dominic groaned into Onyx’s mouth, and while Onyx came down from the second climax, Dominic continued to rock himself into his body with slow rolls of his hips until he was fully seated in Onyx’s hole.
There he waited, and Onyx could feel the heat of Dominic’s gaze on his expression, intent and predatory.