Page 7 of Reforging Onyx

Onyx crawled out of the crate, going to Dominic without argument.

Fuck, he hated himself for how grateful he was to the other witch for taking that spell away — and for no longer sounding so cold and harsh.

Dominic gathered Onyx into his arms and held him to his chest. “It’s over now,” he said softly. “Punishment is over.”

He should’ve just taken the spanking.

Now he was a mess, and he could’ve avoided this, all of this humiliation and the past… who knew how long beneath the influence of that spell.

Dominic held Onyx for a few moments before pressing a kiss to his head, something Onyx should never have let him do but couldn’t muster up the strength to protest. The other witch wiped the tears from Onyx’s face, then unbuckled the cuffs on his hands and wrists.

Onyx had stopped crying, but he was so drained that he didn’t even protest when Dominic led him to the bed and stripped his shirt off. He might have, had he gone for the shorts, too, but the shirt… He was barely used to wearing those anymore anyway.

Onyx got in bed, and he was too tired to do more than tense when Dominic pulled him into his arms again.

If he fought against Dominic’s touch, would he be isolated like that again, bereft of light and sound and life? No. He wasn’t pleading to be left alone. Not then.

Dominic rubbed soothing circles into Onyx’s back while Onyx huddled in his arms.

Onyx rested uneasily, for all that he’d exhausted himself in his panic. He knew he should’ve blamed Dominic for that sensation, not turned to him for any sort of comfort, and his mind taunted him with that fact. It reminded him of all he’d lost along the way, and that he was now playing tamed pet to one of the worst supes he knew of.

Then again, there were always those that were worse.

But in his mind, Dominic was among the lowest of the low, and being willing to go straight from punishment to resting in his arms fucked with Onyx’s head.

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Before his dreams could get too savage, though, the images shifted and fragmented, coming back together with sensations of… pleasure? It was pleasure. Why, how, he didn’t know — not until he stirred and realized that Dominic’s hand was in his underwear.

He should’ve expected this escalation. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t. He let out a half-whine, half-moan as Dominic’s hand ran along the length of his cock.

But he was too afraid to snap at him to stop.

“There’s my sleepy boy,” Dominic murmured into Onyx’s ear. “Shh, let me make you feel good.”

Onyx didn’t want Dominic to make him feel good. But his body had reacted so strongly to being touched that he wasn’t sure he wanted this to end before he found his release. Had Dominic dosed him with a drug as he’d slept? Or had his body completely betrayed him?

It wasn’t fair.

He whimpered, then bit his lip to keep any other embarrassing noises from escaping him. Still, his body arched into the touch, and he writhed as Dominic stroked him.

“Don’t hold them back,” Dominic whispered, nipping Onyx’s ear before pulling his shorts and underwear completely off. “Let me hear them.”

Onyx let out a choked sound of protest, and even though he shook his head, he couldn’t deny that it felt so much better without the clothing in the way. He shuddered, and he whined low in his throat as Dominic played his body like an instrument, making it impossible for him to keep his noises back.

But oh, he tried.

“That’s right; let me hear you,” Dominic said in approval when Onyx whimpered. He shifted back, drawing Onyx with him, and tugged Onyx’s leg over his, opening him up to play with him more.

The move pressed Onyx’s ass against Dominic’s crotch — and the other witch’s very interested body — and Onyx tensed even more.

“You’re being so good for me,” Dominic murmured as Onyx whimpered again. “So responsive. So beautiful.”

Onyx didn’t want to be good or responsive or beautiful, but in this unsteady state where pleasure was so much better than the alternative, he did want to come — enough to where he made it a point of ignoring Dominic’s hard cock against his ass and let himself be stroked without fighting it. He got closer and closer to the edge, and the sounds he made got even more frantic, if quiet, as he finally spilled over the edge and all over Dominic’s hand.

He shuddered hard.

Dominic continued to stroke Onyx through his release, making approving noises. “Good boy. Perfection.”