Page 39 of Demon's Desire
Onyx liked to submit. He’d been disciplined countlesstimes, in all imaginable ways, but he’d never needed it like this. It was terrifying. “You can’t spank me. You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” Nico grinned like he was the predator out of the two of them. The one with all the power.
In a sudden movement, he grabbed Onyx around the middle and hoisted him over his shoulder.
Onyx yelped. “What the fuck! Put me down.”
Nico chuckled and carried Onyx across the small room and dumped him on the couch.
The indignity!Onyx fumed. He tasted smoke, pulse thumping and cock hardening behind his jeans. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Teaching you a lesson about coming in here unannounced and taking shots at me. I don’t care if you’re a demon. That shit doesn’t fly.” Nico sat on the couch, grabbed Onyx’s hand, and pulled.
Onyx struggled. He could get away if he really wanted to. He was far faster, stronger, so much older it wasn’t even funny, and had more magic than any witch. The power imbalance between them was vastly in Onyx’s favor, but that wasn’t what this was about. Not what was important. Nico drew Onyx close like he had every right to. Like Onyx belonged to him, and Onyx gave himself over.
In a few quick motions, Nico had Onyx laid over his lap. Nico’s harsh breaths filled the air and Onyx could hardly think past his aching cock.
Nico placed a hand between Onyx’s shoulder blades, the other on his ass. He had to feel how hard Onyx was. Nico’s own arousal pressed firmly into Onyx’s hip. Nico’s hold on him tightened. “Do you know the traffic light system?”
“W-what?” Onyx’s brain struggled to catch up. He was a ball of crackling need.
“Red, yellow, green. For?—”
“Please,” Onyx cut him off, bucking his hips. Nico held him firm. “I’ve been playing like this so long the reality would boggle your mind.”
Nico chuckled, the condescending prick. “All right then. Color?”
“Fucking green, witch.” Onyx glared over his shoulder, eyes burning so fiercely the whites had to be completely obscured with blue flame. “Try me.”
He couldn’t believe he was here, that this was happening. Nico should have thrown his rude ass out and told him never to come near him again.
But Nico looked wrecked in the best way, his dark cheeks flushed, eyes sharp with determined focus. His gaze drilled into Onyx like nothing else mattered. It wasn’t true, but the illusion broke Onyx. Fuck, he wanted to matter to someone.
Nico brought a firm hand down on Onyx’s covered ass, the slap muffled by denim. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
Onyx’s breath whooshed out. The sting wasn’t enough, but it promisedmorein a way he couldn’t let go of. He buried his face in the couch cushion and squirmed, rubbing his erection against Nico in a half-hearted attempt to get away.
Nico’s hand slid from between his shoulder blades to the back of his neck and gripped, holding tight. Onyx whimpered, unable to hold the sound in. “No, I don’t think so. You aren’t going anywhere. Pull your pants down.”
Nico was making him do it? Fucking dick. Somehow, that was so much more humiliating. Onyx shouldn’t obey. He should snap back. Nico probably expected him to, but all Onyx could do was lift his hips and undo his jeans. He pushed, struggling to get them over his hips.
Nico helped him, dragging his jeans and boxer briefs down to mid-thigh, leaving Onyx’s legs trapped in the fabric. Onyx settled back onto Nico’s lap, bare cock pressed between them.
“That’s better.” Nico patted Onyx’s exposed ass.
Onyx shivered. The touch was too gentle, making him aware of how vulnerable he must look, spread over Nico, clothes disheveled, his hard dick leaking onto Nico’s jeans.
Nico ran his hand over Onyx’s lower back, pushing his shirt up and exposing him almost to his shoulders. Nico sucked in a breath, then his fingers trailed over Onyx’s tattoos. His back was almost completely covered by his inked wings, and Nico seemed fascinated, tracing the feathers and sending sparks across Onyx’s skin.
Nico’s fingers found Onyx’s other visible tattoo, his tail wrapped around his hips. Nico traced the lines of the base, where it connected to Onyx’s spine.
“Fuck!” Onyx bucked his hips, pleasure flaring, and almost threw Nico off without meaning to. “I thought you were spanking my naughty ass, not giving me a massage.”
Nico’s open hand landed on Onyx’s ass with a satisfying smack. Heat flared and quickly faded. “What did I say about telling me what to do?”
“Seems to work out all right,” Onyx grumbled into the cushion, wiggling his ass. Immortal healing was a bummer at times like this, making every slap not quite enough, his magic soothing the sting away.
“Brat,” Nico growled, tone disorientingly affectionate. “You like pushing me, but I think you’ll like being good even better.”
