Page 75 of Reforging Onyx

Dominic nodded. “It is, and as we ate earlier, we’ll be going straight to bed. Where I can use the plug again if you want to take it out now, or we can continue,” he said, gesturing to the hallway.

“What do you mean, use it again in bed?” Onyx's good mood threatened to falter. He should’ve been on cloud nine; he’d gotten to go outside, and tomorrow, he’d get to go to the warehouse and feel his magic. But Dominic was having to be a pest.

What else was new? But he still didn’t like it.

“Yes, use it again in bed. Rather in the same method it’s being used now, in lieu of my fingers.” Dominic held out his hand to Onyx.

Onyx stared at Dominic. “When did this become a thing?” he demanded. “You said just during lessons!” He ignored the outstretched hand.

Fuck! Give Dominic an inch, and he took a mile.

And that reminded him of why he needed to be really fucking careful with what he agreed to, because it seemed like once something had been introduced into his weird sex shit, it was there forever.

Dominic chuckled, still patiently holding his hand out. “We agreed that you would wear a plug during the lessons. I didn’t promise that that was the only place that one would be used. Come.”

“You are such a dick,” Onyx snapped at him, ignoring the offered hand. “The only reason I’m going along with this is because tomorrow is warehouse day, and I am not wearing this into the warehouse.” If he woke up in the warehouse with it in, he was damn well taking it out and he’d melt the fucking thing.

Dominic laughed. “You will not have to wear it tomorrow in the warehouse,” he said, voice rich with amusement at Onyx’s expense.

“And I want it out before I sleep,” Onyx muttered, finally taking Dominic’s hand and letting himself be led toward the bedroom. “I hate you.”

“It can come out after you come.” Dominic chuckled again. “Take off your shorts and underwear and get in bed,” he instructed as soon as they’d reached his room. “Like you were the other day.”

Onyx gave him a sidelong look. “You mean, with my shirt on?”

Dominic hummed in confirmation, taking up the same position he’d had leaning against the post of the bed while Onyx followed his instructions.

Were they having a goddamn redo with Dominic’s twisted fantasies? He should’ve been used to it by then, but sometimes, Dominic still caught him off guard.

Nothing should have surprised him anymore.

He removed his shorts and underwear, tossing them off to the side, then got into bed. He pulled the blankets up over his waist even though he knew Dominic would take that off or make him do it within seconds. Still. It was something.

It made Dominic chuckle again. “That was not how that went,” he noted, gesturing for Onyx to toss the covers back off. “Give me that sulky sprawl again.”

Onyx made a rude sound beneath his breath, but he reluctantly pulled the blankets back off. He repositioned himself, watching Dominic without any of his own amusement. “I’d say I can’t believe this, but I can,” he muttered. “There. Are you happy?”

Dominic watched Onyx, a smile faintly playing at the edge of his mouth as he intently watched each movement. His smile widened a bit further at the question. “Quite.”

Of course it made Dominic happy. Anything that humiliated Onyx made him happy. That thought gave him slight pause, though, as he considered the arguments they’d had. He didn’t know if Dominic was just bullshitting him or not. But chances were that Dominic meant it because he had no reason to lie about something like that. If he wanted to humiliate Onyx, he could and would, and he’d be brazen about it.

Dominic slowly pushed away from the bedpost and started to undress. “Touch yourself,” he instructed, his gaze hungry as he watched Onyx.

Onyx squirmed, not liking or trusting this one bit. He averted his eyes when Dominic pulled off his shirt, and he hesitated beneath the command. For once, he wasn’t even half-hard, and it would take effort to get aroused.

“I’m not—” he began, only to think over the rest of the arguments. He wasn’t allowed to tell Dominic no in his bed, and even if he wanted to fight that, he also wanted to go to the warehouse in the morning. That meant giving in to some of this bullshit, and he huffed out an irritated sigh before wrapping his hand around his soft cock and half-heartedly starting to stroke it.

“Slowly,” Dominic said when Onyx started to work on his cock. “You are beautiful, my tiger. Use it.”

Onyx made another annoyed sound when Dominic spoke, but he slowed down, carefully jerking his cock until it started to respond to his touch. His cheeks flushed red as he put on the show, not liking this any more than he liked it when Dominic touched him. How was it that Dominic could continue to find new ways to embarrass him?

Dominic slowly shucked off his pants. He was half-hard but ignored his cock, instead starting to crawl onto the bed.

Onyx hesitated, eyeing him. What was he planning?

Dominic continued up the bed, running his hand lightly over Onyx’s calf and following the line of his leg up toward his body, nudging Onyx’s legs open until he was kneeling between him. His attention finally shifted away from Onyx’s face to look down at his cock. “Harder,” he instructed. “But don’t come.”

Onyx groaned at the command, increasingly annoyed. Dominic was making him pay for the last time, it seemed, and in droves. He bit his bottom lip as he started stroking himself more firmly, his chest rising and falling quickly as his breathing sped up.