Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,110

no doubt expensive.

Then I took his hand and sank to my knees, and pressed my forehead against his thigh. He often stood with one leg cocked, his toes barely brushing the ground, so his thigh made the perfect pillow.

I felt strong here on the ground in front of him. Safe, with his hand on my shoulder and his slender body filling my frame of vision. Secure in the knowledge of who I was—with or without him. I’d never felt quite this way before.

I was at peace.

“Slate?”

I turned my head until I could see him and my cheek pressed into his thigh, even though my neck was at an odd angle. “Yes, Daddy?”

Rex’s eyes were bright and—were they wet? “I love you.”

I couldn’t stop my grin as I buried my face in his thigh. He scratched his fingers along my scalp, but even that couldn’t soothe my excited quiver. My wineglass almost sloshed onto my chest. “I love you, too.”

We stood like that for a while, and for the first time, it didn’t even feel like a test. He wasn’t testing my boundaries, and I wasn’t exploring them. We just were, like a symbiotic pair of animals. Each knew exactly who the other was, and in that knowledge, they knew themselves. There was no one without the other. There was only us.

“All right, I’m hungry,” Rex finally said briskly and offered me his hand. “Dinner time. Sit down. I’ll get you on your knees again later.”

I grinned, making a mental note that Daddy became efficient while hungry. “Yes, sir,” I teased. “I’ll take that to the table,” I offered and lifted his wineglass from him, then set them both down on the table.

It didn’t take long before Rex joined me. Both plates were loaded down with food—chicken with white sauce, broccoli spears, fancy garnish on the plate and all. Suddenly I was just as hungry, my stomach growling like I hadn’t eaten all day.

“Bon appetit,” Rex murmured, raising his wineglass. We settled into a comfortable routine of eating, giggling together as we made up stories about people far below us and the lights that flickered on in the buildings nearby.

Once we were stuffed, Rex brought his chair around to my side so we could both watch the last few minutes of the sunset. “I want you to move in starting now.”

I blinked and looked quickly at him, catching my breath. “Really?” He’d made the offer sound immediate before, but it hadn’t been so direct.

I’d done a lot of thinking last night, while we slept uneasily in my house. It had once felt cozy to me—my own personal kingdom—but now it just felt lonely without Rex there. Even when he was in bed with me, it hadn’t felt right.

No, I hadn’t felt right. But here, there were no memories. The guilt I hadn’t needed to carry and the shame I’d finally let go of didn’t get a chance to creep back in. I was me, and I was loved for me when I was here.

“Yes,” I whispered and smiled at him. I leaned in to kiss him. “I’d love that, Daddy.”

Rex grinned. “It’s settled.” His chest got all puffed up like he was proud of himself.

“I could enjoy this view every day,” I told him and winked. “And I can’t wait for all the little perks of living together. And some not so little.”

“Your subtlety astounds me, boy.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” I fought to keep my laughter contained, and I felt his shoulder vibrating slightly, too.

Rex cleared his throat and smoothed a hand over his face. “Right here one night, I think,” he mused. I waited, but he gave no more context.

Did he mean…? Oh, man! I sat up straight as a rod, and so did my dick. “Yes…?” I was met only with Rex’s enigmatic smile, so I groaned and nodded. “Of course, Daddy. I’ll wait and find out what you want to do with me.”

And that felt good. Not worrying or pushing or endlessly trying. With him, I could just be.

“Good boy,” Daddy murmured and took my hand. I trembled as arousal steadily throbbed through me, but he didn’t make another move on me. So, I resolved, I’d have to be patient for a little longer.

I could afford to be patient now: I was his.

The night was young, but my cupcake pieces were disappearing fast, and the compliments were racking up.

I loved the cool air against my bare back, and the pressure of the harness against my chest and shoulders, and