Page 53 of Reforging Onyx

The risk was not insignificant.

“I need to hear you today, little tiger,” he warned. “Sing for me.”

“Why?” Onyx squirmed beneath his touch.

The answer I need to hear what you will sound like when you come on my cock again was the first to Dominic’s lips, but that was one he would not voice. So, one that was perhaps marginally better. Or perhaps not.

“Because you’re mine,” he said simply.

Onyx shuddered, and as Dominic continued to stroke him, he let a soft moan spill past his lips — halting as it was.

Dominic hummed softly in approval at the low moan, and he sucked another mark into Onyx’s neck. “More,” he demanded, squeezing a little harder on his next stroke of Onyx’s cock. He would have Onyx’s sounds, one way or another.

Sing for me, little tiger, whispered the dark recesses of his psyche, or scream for me.[7]

Onyx yelped, then thrust his hips into Dominic’s hand.

“More,” Dominic ordered again, the words silkier the second time as he stroked Onyx’s cock more quickly.

Onyx let out a low sound of pleasure, not holding it back like he ordinarily would have.

It was something.

Was it enough?

He didn’t stop the slight roll of his hips that dragged his length against the crease of Onyx’s ass. “Shh,” he murmured when Onyx startled and tried to pull away. “Just keep singing.”

Dominic closed his eyes and drank in the sounds of Onyx’s pleasure. Imagining. Remembering. The tight grip of Onyx’s hole around his cock and the heat of his passage. The movements of his body as he struggled and fought. The harsh cries of pleasure and pain… and no small part of fury.

But these sounds were neither harsh nor furious. His tiger’s song of pleasure held no notes of agony, and slowly they soothed the dangerous current that had been driving Dominic. As he got what he wanted — what he needed — the drive to take started to slip away.

“Louder." Dominic's hand never stopped on Onyx’s cock, only speeding up or slowing down as Onyx responded to his demands for sounds. “Come for me, my tiger,” he ordered as he drove Onyx into his release, his hips rolling again to drag his length along the crease of Onyx’s ass.

Onyx cried out as he came, cum spilling all over Dominic’s fingers. He panted in the wake of his climax, and he sagged against Dominic.

Dominic hummed softly into Onyx’s hair as he stroked the Rayne witch through his release. His own cock was still hard, but he was sated with Onyx’s pleasure. He didn’t feel the need to do anything about it.

“Thank you, my tiger,” he murmured. “I needed that. And you will get your time later. I have not forgotten it.”

Onyx cracked an eye open to warily look at Dominic. “Are you sure?” he asked.

Dominic arched an eyebrow. “Sure about which, your time?” He sighed. “I don’t like it, but I keep my word. Is being alone in the rec room enough, or did you wish for something… further?”

“That’s fine,” Onyx said, the words uttered cautiously. “You can watch me and listen and whatever else. I just need alone time. Thank you for listening. I…” He nibbled on his lip. “I’m not going to put more distance. It’ll help me… calibrate?”

Dominic hummed. “Think about what your other subject will be." He gave Onyx’s ear a final nip before pulling away. “Give me a kiss.”

Onyx obediently kissed Dominic on the mouth, but there was a flicker of emotion across the boy’s face that he couldn’t interpret.

“Hmm?” he queried wordlessly rather than continuing to get out of bed.

“Will it be very big?” Onyx asked quietly. It took Dominic a moment to catch up to what Onyx was asking about, following the logical path at roughly the same time that Onyx clarified, “The plug?”

“No,” Dominic assured him with a touch of a smile. “It will be small. About the size of my fingers, and you know what that feels like already.”

Onyx nodded, squirming in Dominic’s arms. “Can you let go of me now?”

“Go get rinsed off.” Dominic sat the rest of the way up and reached for a cloth to wipe off his hand. “I’ll order breakfast. Any requests?”