Onyx: Forever

by J. S. Lee

  And then something was fastened to my nipple. “Oh!” I cried, from surprise, not pain. It wasn’t tight, but I could feel its presence. Still moving with silent precision, Xiao put a clamp on my other nipple. And then he did something to tighten them both. I gasped, arching my back. It still wasn’t painful, but there was definitely more of a bite to them.

  “How’s that feel, my tián xīn?” he asked me.

  My answer came out as a pant. “Good.”

  The cold thing on my stomach was lifted and the next thing I knew, the clamps around my nipples were being tugged. Nipple clamps with chains.

  “Not too much?” he asked as I groaned. “Because I can stop.”

  “Don’t you dare,” I gasped.

  There was another rummaging sound as something else was brought out of the box, this time accompanied by the sound of it being taken out of a cardboard box.

  Once again, I had to fight to keep my eyes closed.

  Xiao’s weight shifted as he once again leaned over me, only this time, as his bare chest brushed over my nipples, the added sensation of the clamps was so incredible, that I writhed up against him as I let out a cry of pleasure.

  And then Xiao’s thumb was in my mouth. I sucked on it, running my tongue around it. And then he replaced it with something cold, metallic, and phallic. “You need to warm this up with your mouth, my tián xīn,” he informed me.

  It was surprisingly short, but I did as instructed giving it as much attention as he would allow before it was pulled out. “I’d rather have you inside me,” I told him.

  “Oh, this isn’t for your pussy,” he informed me.

  And then he was off me. His hands wrapped around my waist, and I was suddenly flipped onto my stomach, the handcuff chains shortening and the cuffs biting at my wrist. I let out a squeal of surprise, my eyes flying open. But all I could see was the headboard.

  Beneath me, my weight pressed my nipples into the bedsheets. There was another bite at my nipples, but there was something about the pain that was welcome. Gently, Xiao lifted me to my knees, and I supported myself with my elbows. “I hope your eyes are still closed, tián xīn,” Xiao murmured, running the now warm metal along my core.

  I shuddered, closing my eyes. “Yes.”

  There was a soft chuckle and then the sound of something being squirted – I was hoping to god it was lube. “Relax,” Xiao whispered. Easy for him to say. I was too excited and turned on. As if he could sense it, he ran a finger along my slit to my clit. “You’re all wet for me,” he murmured as he started rubbing.

  “I told you so,” I gasped. And then there was a buzzing sound. His fingers were replaced by the metal and it vibrated against my clit as he pushed it against me, changing the pressure occasionally.

  His other hand splayed across my backside slowly rocking me back and forth so that my sensitive nipples grazed across the bedsheets. Making sure to keep the movement steady, I felt a finger swirl around my asshole, and then it was pushed in.

  It slid in and out with ease. He pressed the vibrating object more firmly against me, and then, as I could feel my orgasm building, he slipped a second finger inside me. He paused, allowing me to get used to that sensation, until I started rocking again.

  My body was experiencing new sensations which were driving me crazy. I was so close to coming. And then, the vibration was removed from my clit. Xiao slid it along my slit, and while my clit was still tingling despite the missing vibrator, he switched it out with his fingers.

  There was a moment of discomfort as the warm, pulsating metal slid inside me. “Oh my god,” I moaned. The vibrations felt like they were deep inside me, but the object felt oddly filling.

  “How does that feel?”

  “You could have let me come,” I told him.

  Xiao chuckled. I may have had my ass facing him and my eyes closed, but I could almost see his smirk. “I told you; I was going to make you beg. Does it hurt?”

  “No, it feels good,” I assured him. “Now, please let me come.”

  Xiao chuckled again. “That’s not begging.”

  His hands returned to my hips and he flipped me back onto the bed, gently this time. My ass landing on the mattress made the butt plug shift, but it felt good.

  “One last thing,” Xiao told me.

  I still had my eyes closed – somehow – and I felt the chain to my nipple clamps pull slightly. And then I felt a chain slide over my clit, along my slit. “Holy fuck,” I gasped, the sensation as incredible as the vibrating had been. My eye flew open. It wasn’t a single chain on the nipple clamps, but two, coming together on a metal hoop. Off that came a third, and then I felt the pressure on the butt plug as Xiao clipped the third chain to it.

  “Your eyes are open.”

  My gaze flicked up to meet Xiao’s brown eyes locked on me. I was literally chained up and unable to get free, and he was looking at me like he was going to do very wicked things to me.

  Did I trust him?

  Hell yes, I did.

  제6 장

  Please

  If I was ever going to have an orgasm just by someone looking at me, it was going to be now, with that look Xiao was giving me. Sadly, I wasn’t so lucky.

  Xiao sat there, between my legs, staring at me as he played with his dick.

  Turned on to the max, and incredibly frustrated, I arched my back. And holy fuck! The movement pulled the chain taut, pinching at my nipples which should have hurt if it wasn’t for the fact it also had the chain rubbing against my clit. Even the change in pressure on the butt plug.

  My hands wrapped around the chains keeping them locked up to the headboard as my entire body juddered. Once more, there was a bite at my nipples, almost cancelled out by the chain across my clit, but not quite enough, and not quite strong enough to make me cum. The worst part was, with him between my legs, I couldn’t rub them together. “You’re evil!”

  “I’m just getting started,” Xiao grinned. He got to his knees, and then, like a tiger creeping up on its prey, he slowly stalked down my body, until his head was above mine.

  “Xiao, make me come,” I requested.

  He grinned once more, and then lowered his head, claiming my lips with the most chaste kiss he had ever given me.

  Was he fucking kidding me?

  I arched my back, momentarily forgetting what that would do, but the moment I gasped into his mouth, his tongue slid in, and suddenly, his tongue was doing things I wished his cock was doing to me.

  Slowly, he pulled away, tracing kisses down my throat, to a nipple. Xiao gently licked the tip. The second my back arched, pushing my breast up to him, he pulled back, and once again I experienced the frustrating madness caused by the clamps and the chain.

  He really was going to make me beg.

  Xiao looked down at me. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

  “Please,” I asked him.

  Xiao merely dipped his head back to my aching nipples. Alternating between the two, and only ever to the tips, he licked and sucked one, while his hand would gently brush over the top of the other.

  The teasing was borderline torture. “Please, Xiao,” I begged him, as the chain did little to ease the ache between my legs. “Please!”

  Finally, Xiao sat back. His fingers continued to gently rub my nipples, but he looked down at me. “I can’t hear you, tián xīn,” he told me. I felt the bead of sweat trickle down the side of my forehead. He leaned forward and licked it away. His hands never left my breasts, yet, with his core of steel he hovered over me.

  “Please.” If he unchained me, I would have gotten down on my knees to beg.

  Xiao finally moved his hands from my breasts, setting them down either side of me, and then he shifted his weight, bringing his thigh right up to my core. “Make yourself cum,” he told me.

  This was not what I wanted, but if it was what he wanted, I was going to do exactly as he said. Finally, the mix of bite and friction had the pressure I needed. I ground myself up against his thigh, fas
ter and harder, making the butt plug shift inside me with each movement.

  My hands wrapped around the handcuff chains as I kept my eyes locked on Xiao’s, his fixed on mine. Until I noticed his hand stroking his length. I came against his thigh with a shuddering yell.

  While still stroking his length, Xiao moved backward. His other hand dipped between my legs, and then the chain slackened as he released it from the butt plug.

  “I want you inside me,” I told him, greedily.

  Xiao tilted his head.

  “Please,” I added. “I want you – I need you inside me, please. Please Xiao,” I begged.

  Xiao slid the tip of dick along my length, teasing me at my opening, before running it back up my still throbbing clit. “Your pussy is all wet for me,” he said, proudly.

  “It was before my panties came off,” I reminded him. “So please, please, give it what it wants.”

  Slowly, he pushed himself inside me, inch by exquisite inch. I wasn’t sure if he was being slow because of the butt plug which was still vibrating away inside me, giving me time to adjust to both him and it being inside me, or if he was doing it just to drive me mad…

  Fuck that. He was doing it intentionally.

  As soon as I felt him all the way in, he leaned forward. His dick seemed to press against the vibrator as though there was nothing between them. It made me gasp, and him groan before releasing a string of words in Chinese that I didn’t understand, but I got the impression he was talking filth to me.

  Making sure his dick barely moved, he started to loosen one of the nipple clamps. There was a rush of sensation and that was strangely more painful than the clamp had been. Before I could get used to the uncomfortable sensation, Xiao was wrapping his mouth around my nipple, gently sucking until the pain had been replaced with pleasure.

  He didn’t move to the other nipple like I expected. Instead, he began to slowly move in and out of me. With each pass, I could feel the butt plug shift, building up a pleasurable sensation, but it seemed to plateau, and I couldn’t get the release I desired.

  I bucked my hips, trying to encourage Xiao, but he just grinned at me, matching my movements to keep the same maddening pace. He was determined to make me beg for everything?!

  The stubborn part of me wanted to resist him; there was only so long he could go before he would need to come, but I was greedy and horny, and still feeling the last orgasm.

  “Xiao!” His name came out half as a whine, half as a plea, as my restrained hands tried to reach out for him. I really wanted to run my hands down his chest and dig my fingers into his tight ass.

  “Do you need to come, my tián xīn?” he asked me.

  “Yes,” I replied. “Yes, I really do.”

  “Soon,” he promised me. He reached for the second nipple clamp, one hand supporting him, biceps straining, as he continued to move in and out of me. Once more, there was a flood of pain as the clamp was removed, and once more, Xiao’s mouth encased the sensitive skin, sucking and teasing with his tongue.

  I could feel me getting closer, but it still wasn’t enough. “Please, Xiao. Don’t you want to feel me come around your dick?” I reached for him, both hating how I couldn’t touch him, but still loving the fact that I was completely under his control.

  Making sure to graze my breasts with his skin, Xiao moved up my body to claim my mouth. While his kisses were as leisurely as his pace of his cock moving in and out of me, he brushed the hair that had fallen in my face out of it.

  Xiao broke the kiss to look down at me. “You are beautiful,” he whispered. And then, with no warning, he thrust into me, every inch of him filling me in a sharp motion.

  “Fuck, yes,” I gasped as I bucked my hips.

  Each thrust was hard, his speed slowly increasing. Each time he filled me, my moans turned into pleas, begging him to let me have my release.

  “Please, Xiao. Please!” I abandoned the chain and held onto the headboard.

  Finally, my body exploded in pleasure as I came. Xiao continued to thrust into me, and then I felt the hotness inside me as his thrusts became sharp jerks.

  He collapsed onto me, wrapping his arms around me as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. With my arms still bound out of his way, all I could do was wrap my legs around him, holding him there as the butt plug continued to vibrate against us both.

  “I can’t think of anyone I’d want as the mother of our children,” Xiao murmured into me.

  “Children?” I repeated in a half daze.

  “Mmmm,” he said, nodding his head, before turning it so he could press kisses into my throat. “We need to have a lot of sex as practice.”

  “I don’t think practice is needed, but I need a lot more of that,” I told him. “That was incredible,”

  “You are incredible, my tián xīn.”

  “How did it go?” I asked Youngbin as we all – the crew and group – sat around the enormous dining table, eating Mexican food which Eunhae and Ahreun had brought back with them.

  In the end, it was Xiao who slept. The sex had had the opposite effect on me, and after a shower, I was wearing a fresh pair of underwear and Xiao’s discarded t-shirt, as I sat beside him on the bed. I’d gotten behind on my photographs and I had hundreds to work through and send back to Atlantis.

  I probably could have done them on the thirteen-hour flight, but there was a lot to do, and I was feeling slightly guilty that my best friend had gotten me this job and I wasn’t really doing it to the best of my ability.

  I hadn’t left my room until MinMin had knocked on the door and announced that dinner was being served. I’d woken Xiao up and kicked him out so he could clean up, while I’d put on some of my own clothes.

  “It was good,” Youngbin replied. “We did some filming first thing this morning on the Santa Monica Pier, and then we moved to a warehouse by the airport.” He glanced down the table, checking to see if anyone was paying attention. “I wish you could have taken the photographs instead of Park Dongjun.”

  “I’m sorry,” I sighed. “Although I will begrudgingly admit that Dongjun is a good photographer.”

  “How did it go with your mom?”

  I frowned before I could stop myself. “Let’s just say that I don’t think she will be meeting Baby Onyx.”

  Youngbin set his fork down and reached under the table to rest his hand on my thigh. “I’m sorry.”

  I took a sip of my water, catching Dongjun watching us. “When will the mixtape be released?” I asked, brightly.

  “I think next week,” Youngbin responded without missing a beat. “The film is being edited over the next few days.”

  “Could I have your attention, please?”

  We both looked up and found Taeyoon at the head of the table, a bottle of champagne in his hand. Eunhae was right beside him with a tray of champagne flutes.

  “I know you all still have one last show back in Seoul, but seeing as this will be the last opportunity that we will all be together and in a position where we can celebrate like this, I wanted to say a few words.” Taeyoon opened the bottle with a small pop, and none of the theatrics, pouring it into the glasses Eunhae was holding.

  I continued eating my enchilada, trying not to react. Much as I knew Taeyoon didn’t like me, I knew there was no way he knew anything, but it was ill timed. Once all the glasses were poured, Eunhae worked her way around the table, handing them out.

  I took one from her – it was going to look weird if I didn’t – and at once I felt more than half of the table stare at me. “Toasting doesn’t mean drinking,” I muttered under my breath, just loud enough for Jiwon and Youngbin who were sat either side of me to hear.

  “I joined the tour late, but you’ve all been really welcoming, and it’s easy to see why this tour has been such a success. You’re all talented and driven idols, and you’re supported by an incredible team of people,” Dongjun announced.

  “I have been here from the beginning and that’s absolutely true,” Taeyoon agreed.


  If it wasn’t for the fact that I agreed with it too, I would have been rolling my eyes at the two of them.

  “Four continents, over thirty cities, tens of thousands of fans, and an almost sell-out tour. You should all be proud of yourselves,” Taeyoon continued. “If it wasn’t for the younger members of Onyx and their rule-breaking last night, Sungmin and I would have allowed you to have a few drinks tonight, but that’s not happening, so make the most of your glass-”

  “Thank you,” Youngbin said, before Taeyoon could bring the mood down by reminding us all of the maknae line’s bad behavior. “To all of our team. This tour has been successful because you’ve been looking after our schedules and our belongings – and us. It’s not us that deserve the congratulations; it’s you. Keonbae.”

  “Cheers,” I echoed as we all raised our glasses. I brought the glass to my lips, keeping them firmly closed as I tilted my head back – I’d been a college student. I’d perfected fake drinking before (admittedly not as often as I’d pretended to be sober) and I had no intention of taking a sip. Not that one sip was really going to do any damage…

  Out of nowhere, an arm reached over, and my drink was snatched away from me, making me spill some of the wine down my top. “JongB!” I snapped.

  He’d been sitting on the other side of Jiwon, who was currently smacking the back of his head having also spilled the drink over him.

  “You heard Taeyoon-hyungnim!” JongB cried. “We’re not getting anymore.”

  “You haven’t drunk the glass you’ve got!” Jiwon pointed out.

  JongB looked Jiwon dead in the eyes and down his glass in one, before doing the same for mine. After he set the glasses down on the table, he snatched Jiwon’s out of his hand and finished that before Jiwon could stop him.”

  “I am going to murder you,” Jiwon growled.

  JongB stood, sending his chair flying with a loud clatter across the tiled floor, and then he was charging around the table. Jiwon chased after him. JongB was fast, staying ahead, until he got outside, and then Jiwon took a flying leap at him, tackling him – straight into the pool.