Page 92 of Reforging Onyx

He hissed in a breath as it slid inside him — not because it felt bad, but because the opposite was true, and he squirmed with the need for more.

Dominic hummed in approval, leaning down to reclaim Onyx’s lips again. “Touch yourself,” he murmured against Onyx’s lips, pushing a second finger into his tight hole and brushing over his prostate.

Onyx’s breath was coming in short pants already, and it only got more erratic as Dominic spoke, giving the order for him to touch himself. He obeyed, the idea of coming on the other witch’s fingers not nearly as devastating as it might normally be because he simply wanted to find another climax. His body wouldn’t be satisfied for a time yet, and there was no sense in holding back.

Not if his lust-addled mind had anything to say about it, at least.

“Come on my fingers, Onyx Rayne.” Dominic started stroking his fingers into Onyx’s body.

The use of his full name threw him briefly; it reminded him of the early days, and uncertainty made him stop stroking his cock. “N-no,” he protested, the words slightly slurred, though he wasn’t refusing to touch himself or come, and he didn’t know if Dominic would understand what was bothering him.

Dominic pulled back from the kiss, his fingers pausing. He frowned slightly, studying Onyx’s expression. “No?” he asked, voice holding an edge of warning.

Agitation briefly flickered through him, and Onyx struggled to break free from underwater — or so it felt — as he tried to figure out how to express what he was feeling. That was in the past. He wasn’t simply Onyx Rayne anymore, even though that was what Dominic kept focusing on, what Ambrose had focused on.

He wanted to be…

“Onyx,” he rasped, his eyes unfocused even as he tried to plead with Dominic. “Just Onyx.”

Dominic hummed in understanding. “Come for me, Onyx,” he said, watching his expression as his fingers started to move again, finding Onyx’s prostate. “My beautiful tiger.”

Relief hit him in a way he wasn’t prepared for, but Onyx relaxed back against the bed as Dominic amended his words. This was so close, too close, to things that he’d been through before, and anything that might throw him back too hard was a risk. Even in this state, he could feel the agitation and fear, and he was all too aware of both.

But he returned to slowly stroking his sensitive cock as Dominic went back to touching him, fingers pressing against his prostate. He wouldn’t be able to come as quickly or easily this time, not with the first behind him so recently, but it wouldn’t take long — and it didn’t, because he was so close to the edge already.

He mewled as his second climax ran into him, continuing to jerk his own cock as the pleasure swept over him again and left him breathless.

“Good,” Dominic said approvingly. He scissored his fingers, stretching Onyx further, and added a third finger in the wake of Onyx’s orgasm. “Touch me.”

Onyx shuddered as he came back to himself — somewhat, at least; the aphrodisiac burning its way through him left him incapable of completely coherent thought and left him reactive in so many ways, and it was all he could do to avoid reality. He reached for Dominic’s cock, only to frown at the awkward position, then shifted so he could actually grab hold of him. It still wasn’t the most comfortable position, but he got his fingers around Dominic’s cock and started to slowly stroke him anyway.

Dominic groaned in pleasure, and his hips jerked as he thrust into Onyx’s hand. He withdrew his fingers from Onyx’s hole to grab the lubricant and squirt some out onto Onyx’s hand.

It was easier to stroke Dominic’s cock when his fingers were free of Onyx’s body, but alarm bells were going off inside Onyx’s mind because he knew what was coming next. That didn’t mean he couldn’t handle it, did it? He was still keenly aware of how it could feel, especially if he wasn’t prepared enough.

But he also knew how it could feel if Dominic took care with him, and the way he was feeling right then…

He wordlessly kept stroking Dominic’s cock, getting lube all over it even as he knew he was preparing it for himself… to be inside of him. To fuck him. To do the very thing Onyx had avoided for so long now.

The agitation welled up inside of him again, and it must’ve been telegraphed on his expression because Dominic caught his wrist and stopped his movements on his cock. [12] [13]

“Shh,” he soothed. “Onyx, look at me. Deep breaths.”

Onyx hadn’t even realized that his breathing was starting to get uneven again for reasons that had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with the very real fear that lay just beneath the surface. He did then, though, and he looked up at Dominic with glazed eyes before obeying and taking several deep breaths.

“You won’t hurt me?” Onyx asked, his voice sounding small and uncertain to his own ears.

“I won’t hurt you,” Dominic promised, leaning in to kiss him. “I don’t want your pain. I want your pleasure. I want to drink in the bliss of your moans as I bring you to heights you haven’t felt before. You’ve trusted me to show you how good it can be.”

Onyx let himself be kissed, but the anxiety was rising and rising high. He wanted to believe that he was safe, that this was about pleasure, but all he could think about was a whip cracking through the air — skin being peeled from his back — and he shuddered.

Ambrose wouldn’t have been the first one to flay his back, heal him, and do it all over again.

Dominic gently drew Onyx’s hand away from his cock, shifting so that he was lying on top of Onyx. He braced himself on his arm, shifting Onyx’s legs to allow him access.

Onyx watched the other witch move, anxiety and arousal filling him in equal measures, and he fought to catch his breath.

“Touch yourself,” Dominic instructed him. “Don’t think; just feel.”