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Onyx breathed out slowly, shakily.

Dominic slid the plug the rest of the way into Onyx’s body, his hole stretching a bit wider at the thicker base before closing around the neck of the plug, leaving only the unremarkable steel base nestled between his cheeks.

He would need to get one with a gem in the end. A ruby, perhaps.

“There,” Dominic said. “How does that feel?”

Slowly, Onyx’s breathing started to even out again, and he brushed hair back from his face. “It’s weird. Why do you even want this?”

For a great many reasons that the Rayne witch wouldn’t be happy to hear.

Dominic’s lips quirked, and he offered a hand to help Onyx sit back up before cleaning off his fingers.

“Because I like knowing it's there,” Dominic said aloud. That was the safest alternative. “Get dressed. Breakfast should be here any minute.”

Chapter 25

Onyx

Because I like knowing it’s there.

Onyx didn’t buy for a second that that was the real reason Dominic wanted him to wear the plug. At least, he knew it wasn’t the only reason, but he didn’t challenge Dominic. At the end of the day, he didn’t want to have his suspicions confirmed.

At all.

He quietly got up, grabbing clothes and getting dressed while Dominic went to the bathroom to clean his hands.

Every movement made him keenly aware of the plug in his ass as it shifted and rubbed against his inner walls. Only the promise of food could make him ignore its presence, even as the cracks in his mind threatened to expand.

“I have a couple of meetings this morning,” Dominic said when they were sitting at his desk and beginning to eat breakfast. “Your magic tutor will be arriving in the early afternoon. I will sit in on the first half of the lesson to ensure that everything is going well. Your astronomy tutor will arrive tomorrow evening. Lessons will be indoors at first, but some subsequent lessons will be done outdoors with supervision.”

Onyx ate, squirming in his chair. He’d gotten used to going without a plug, and while this one was considerably smaller than the one he’d worn while Dominic had fucked the hate into him, it was still uncomfortable.

Maybe not physically, per se, but in a way he couldn’t get away from mentally.

He didn’t want to think about it.

“Tell me about the tutors?” Onyx requested instead of losing himself to thoughts he didn’t think he could handle falling prey to.

“They are both witches,” Dominic said. “Cecile Thorne is your magic tutor. She was quite fascinated at the idea of teaching magical theory to a Rayne and is open to the idea of practical lessons as well in the future. So long as her safety can be assured, of course.”

Would Dominic be able to guarantee safety to anyone teaching Onyx if he had his collar off? Dominic knew better than to be the one near him, because Onyx would almost certainly be compelled to lash out with magic if he had an opening, no matter how things had progressed between them.

But the Thorne witch… She might be safe. “Of course,” he echoed. “I wouldn’t hurt her.”

As long as she wasn’t a dick to him, anyway. As long as he couldn’t think of a way to hold her hostage without it backfiring spectacularly.

“Your astronomy tutor is Lawrie Alexander,” Dominic continued. “A witch of minor ability, but who is researching astral bodies as part of a scientific endeavor. Learning from him may be more a matter of asking a question and listening to him extol the science of it rather than formalized education of any kind. But we will see how it goes. He is young but quite enthusiastic.”

Onyx frowned slightly. “That sounds so boring,” he complained. But then, lessons of any kind sounded boring, so he guessed that was that. He went back to eating, then demanded, “Okay, I ate, I’m fine, the plug can come back out now.”

He wasn’t so sure he was fine, but he wasn’t going to say that.

Dominic chuckled. “Very well." He wiped his mouth with his napkin and set it down. “Take your shorts off and lie on the bed, or bend over, whichever your preference.”

Unsure of whether bending over would give Dominic any further ideas, Onyx hesitated. But it would be easier and faster, so he quickly pulled down his shorts and underwear and leaned over the bed, spreading his legs slightly.

Was Dominic imagining fucking him? Or was he safe?