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“Deal,” Onyx said, though his expression was far from certain.

Dominic coaxed Onyx up onto the bed without removing his shorts. The chains and cuffs had remained attached to the headboard of his bed even after he’d stopped using them to restrain Onyx when he was sleeping. They’d just been tucked out of the way when they weren’t needed.

While previously Dominic had used a single short chain that connected both cuffs so that Onyx had the ability to move around some and roll over, they could also be configured so that they restrained his arms spread wide.

Drawing out the cuffs, he attached first one, then the other to Onyx’s wrists before coaxing him to lie back against the pillows.

Something dark and fiercely possessive was in Dominic’s eyes as he gazed down at Onyx, taking in each shallow breath, and the pulse in his throat.

Onyx was his.

And even if others might not understand that, he’d make sure Onyx did.

Chapter 45

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.