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His attention returned to the notes that he had been typing, though he couldn’t help but be acutely aware of every movement his tiger made.

“I don’t regret it,” Onyx said abruptly as he hovered just outside of the door. Dominic glanced back at the Rayne witch, who met his eyes with a touch of defiance. “I won’t try anything, but… I don’t.” With that, he vanished into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Onyx would likely be perturbed to find that there was no lock on the door.

Dominic watched the door for a moment, but when none of the wards he’d laid alerted to anything untoward going on, he returned his attention to his notes with a frown. Onyx’s sentiment wasn’t unexpected; he still had quite the journey to go.

The spark of defiance was encouraging, at least. He would coax his tiger into burning brightly again.

One way or another, Dominic would mold Onyx into the shape he desired.

Chapter 11

Onyx

To say that he was apprehensive was an understatement.

Onyx knew the type of friends Dominic had, and he didn’t want anything to do with any of them. A small dinner party sounded innocuous enough, and Dominic had assured him that this was nothing like the parties he used to have, but Onyx wasn’t sure he believed him.

He didn’t want to do it, but the Bancroft witch wasn’t going to give him an out.

He stared into the fogged-up unbreakable glass of the bathroom mirror and scowled. This was not going to be a good night.

Onyx left the bathroom, towel tied loosely around his waist, then wandered over to the bed to examine the clothes that Dominic had left out for him. They weren’t too bad, as things went, and he studied them for a moment before he caught sight of the cage… and the plug.

It was smaller than the others he’d worn, and it wasn’t phallic, but he knew what it was.

He went rigid. “I’m not wearing that,” he announced.

First the kissing, then the frotting, and now a cock cage and a plug? No. Absolutely the fuck not.

Dominic glanced over from where he was finishing dressing. “Come here.” He held out his hand.

Onyx saw the writing on the wall the second he did it, and it made rage boil just beneath the surface. Dominic was going to do that thing where he tried to make everything seem oh-so-reasonable. He would try to talk Onyx into wearing it while making it seem like it was something he wanted to do. He scowled even as he crossed the room and went to stand next to Dominic.

“I’m not,” he repeated. “I’ll wear the cage because, whatever, but I’m not wearing the plug, Dominic.”

Dominic tipped Onyx’s face up with a finger under his chin and dropped a kiss on his lips.

Onyx had gotten used to the kisses over the past several days, though it was still new and strange, and he didn’t think he liked them. He didn’t pull away, but he was annoyed enough to where he didn’t even pretend to kiss back.

“This isn’t like the others that caused discomfort and arousal,” Dominic told Onyx in some misguided attempt to reassure him. “No enchantments on it whatsoever. You won’t even find it uncomfortable, I promise.”

“You wear it if it’s so comfortable,” Onyx retorted. “I’m not wearing it. I’ve done everything you want. All the…” The rubbing their cocks together, the way Dominic had touched him, and even the way Onyx had tentatively touched Dominic that morning. “Stuff. But I’m not doing that. You just want me to get used to having something in my ass,” he accused.

Dominic smiled. “You have. You’ve been doing very well, and I’m proud of you. And I haven’t pushed you for more than you’ve been ready for, have I?” He lifted a hand to stroke Onyx’s cheek lightly, but Onyx stepped back out of the range of that touch.

“Don’t,” Onyx warned, his voice low. “Don’t try to manipulate me like that. Don’t try to make it sound reasonable.” He may not have had a finger on the pulse of most of Dominic’s games, but he understood this one.

Dominic tilted his head to the side. “I’m willing to negotiate on this,” he offered after a moment. “I won’t make you wear it now, but later tonight, you’ll let me use my fingers.”

Onyx blinked at him, not following at first. “Use your fingers…” It dawned on him, and he scowled at Dominic. “I thought you weren’t going to push me?” he retorted. “That it was about you giving me the world and whatever, that it was what I wanted? I don’t want anything in my ass.”

“I will give you the world and anything I can reasonably offer you, so long as you are in my arms,” Dominic agreed. “In my arms and in my bed. I know you don’t, for now, and I’m not demanding to fuck you, am I? But having things in your ass, including my fingers and plugs, is something that we’re going to work on. So you can pick which of the two you’d like. Either you can wear the plug for the duration of the dinner party, and it can be removed right afterwards, or I can use my fingers in your ass tonight in bed.”

Onyx’s eyes were dark with fury — and, weirdly, he felt betrayed, too. He’d thought they were past Dominic making demands like this. Hadn’t he been trying to meet him halfway? He’d fucking touched Dominic’s cock that morning. “Why isn’t it enough?” he demanded, his voice little more than a growl. “I keep giving and giving, and you just waltz in and demand more.”

But he was the one making the mistake of thinking that he was what Dominic treated him like: a lover. He wasn’t. He was a slave, even still, and that meant Dominic thought he owned him.