Page 76 of Reforging Onyx

He squirmed when Dominic’s hands ran along his thighs, not liking the reminder that the Bancroft witch was right there.

What was he planning? It couldn’t be just this.

Dominic’s fingers traced over the base of the plug before he pushed on it, using it to press on Onyx’s prostate in a gesture that had him jolting with pleasure before starting to draw it out. He didn’t remove it completely, just pulling it out enough for the widest part to clear Onyx’s hole before pushing it back in again and repeating.

And there it was.

Onyx hissed out a breath, squeezing his eyes closed as he paused in stroking himself for a moment to recover. “Fuck,” he muttered.

This was just another one of Dominic’s mind games, trying to get Onyx to associate the plug with pleasure. He knew that. At least, he thought that was what it was. Who knew, given it was Dominic he was talking about?

“Dominic,” he whined. “Stop doing that.”

Dominic didn’t pause in his manipulation of the plug, though he glanced from it up to Onyx’s face with an indulgent smile. “Why?” he purred.

Onyx glared down at him. “You know why,” he retorted, stopping his strokes of his cock — partially because he was too close to coming, and partially because he didn’t want to reward Dominic for behaving like this.

Ugh.

Dominic hummed, still not stopping at all. “I don’t believe I do. Why should I stop? Take your shirt off.”

Onyx glared harder. “I don’t want the plug at all. I don’t want you fucking me with it.” But what was the alternative? Dominic’s fingers?

His cock?

Oh, fuck that. After the can of worms he’d opened up by allowing the plug for lessons only, he wasn’t letting Dominic’s cock near his ass any time soon. It would only make the Bancroft witch think that he was entitled to fuck him whenever he wanted after that.

Onyx yanked his shirt off and tossed it to the side, squirming each time the plug brushed against his prostate. His hand went back to his cock, but he didn’t stroke it.

“Okay, stop,” he whined after a moment.

Dominic chuckled. “I could always replace it with something else,” he drawled.

Onyx growled at Dominic. He wasn’t going to allow that, and they both knew it. Of course, Dominic could mean just his fingers, but Onyx was not risking that. At all.

He let Dominic move his hand aside, and his breath caught as Dominic’s fingers curled around his cock. At the rate he was going, Onyx wouldn’t need any stroking to come. Dominic’s manipulation of the plug inside of him would be enough.

“Make noise for me,” Dominic murmured.

Onyx shook his head, not wanting to make any sounds, not wanting Dominic to get what he wanted out of this. Not when it meant his own humiliation — and there was that word again, that sentiment — from obviously enjoying being fucked with the plug. It was different than it was with Dominic’s fingers, something he wasn’t sure was a good thing or not. It was slightly bigger, slightly more intimidating, but it still felt good whether he wanted it to or not.

His breath caught again as Dominic’s finger brushed the slit of his cock, and he closed his eyes, fighting back the sounds he wanted to make as his body slowly backed off the precipice.

“Claim your pleasure, Onyx.” Dominic slowed down further. “Own it. Use it. Use me.”

Onyx shuddered at Dominic’s words. He was taking his pleasure, mostly. But he didn’t want to verbalize it. It was a small rebellion, one of the few things he could do, and he knew that Dominic wanted to hear his pleasure. Denying it was the least he could do.

The only thing he could do.

His eyelashes fluttered when Dominic released his cock and started up again, and he squirmed, trying not to press against it.

Dominic started to get a little more aggressive with the plug, making sure that it rubbed against Onyx’s prostate and drawing it out farther before pushing it back into his hole.

Onyx bit his lip harder. The first few tiny sounds escaped him, and he winced as he heard himself. He hated it, and even if he was going to try to claim his pleasure and use Dominic, it didn’t make it any easier to accept pleasure like this.

But as he got close to the edge, he couldn’t hold back every sound. He moaned, still squirming on the plug even though he wasn’t quite fucking himself on the object.

“More,” Dominic demanded, but when Onyx got close to the edge, he slowed down again.