Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,113

sir.”

It didn’t take long before we were walking to Dom Nation, hand in hand, to join the short lineup waiting outside. I was starting to feel like this costume was my second skin—or maybe my first skin. Like this was the truth of who I was, and everything I’d learned throughout my life was just a disguise.

But I didn’t need those costumes anymore. I could bare my heart and soul, leave my very essence exposed to the world, and I was stronger for it.

When we reached the front, Tony just grinned as he looked me up and down. “You’re good upstairs and downstairs, cutie.” He jerked his thumb toward the building. “Go enjoy yourselves.”

“I’ve got to change,” Rex told me as we reached the darkened hallway between the dance floor and the bar.

I grinned. “You aren’t wearing your corset underneath? I’ll wait out here, it’s fine.”

“Okay. Don’t let any other Daddies steal you away,” Rex warned.

“I’ll keep an eye on him.” Seb appeared in the same head-to-toe leather outfit he’d worn the first night I’d been here, his eyes twinkling as he winked at Rex. When my lover disappeared into the change room, he looked at me. “How are you doing? I heard about your… moment with Isaac.”

I scoffed as I grinned at him. “A moment? Oh, he only wishes it were a moment.” I flicked my hand the way Rex might. “He can fuck off.”

Seb laughed richly. “Good,” he told me. “Well done. You needed to find that strength, and you did.”

“I can’t believe it,” I said as I shook my head, leaning sideways against the wall. “All thanks to Rex, really.”

“No,” Seb said softly. “He brought out what was already there. That’s what a Daddy does. You’re a far cry from the man I first met. Be proud of yourself.”

I swallowed hard and looked down, letting myself accept the compliment, as foreign as it felt. Rex was starting to help me get used to it. “Thank you.”

“Of course, you’ve got yourself a damn fine Dom there, and a good Daddy now, too. You’ve made him better. Which is good, since he needed a slap upside the head and he got prickly when I tried.”

I laughed. “Oh, I have my ways.” I winked mischievously, just as Rex appeared. God, my blood ran hotter at a single glance of my Daddy in his sleek red corset, black briefs, and black heels. He had no gear at all, but I trusted that he didn’t need it to make me submit. I stood a little straighter and licked my lips, instinctively waiting for my orders.

Rex tilted his head and glided over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but you’d better not be teaching my boy to brat.”

“Never,” Seb pledged solemnly and crossed his heart, then melted into the crowd by the bar.

I bit back a smile and leaned into Rex. “Your wish is my command tonight,” I assured him.

“Good,” Rex murmured. “Then kiss me.”

And I turned my head to do so gladly, pressing my lips against my Daddy’s. I let him take control until his teeth scraped my bottom lip, my knees melted, and I had to clutch the wall and his shoulder for support.

Tonight was for us. Nobody else.

18

Rex

“Relax,” I whispered. “Daddy’s got you now.”

I ran my palm along Slate’s bare back, over the leather strap, all the way to his hairline. I closed my thumb and fingers gently around the nape of his neck, watching him closely for his reaction.

Slate’s back rippled, and then he relaxed, his chest resting against the raised and padded black board. “Yes, sir.” Slate sounded faraway already, his voice a contented, low hum.

His spirit called for the meticulous detail only I could provide, and I’d be damned if I’d miss the chance to answer. I let go of his neck and brought my fingertips to his shoulder blades, scratching my nails down his back—across the leather straps and all.

The whimper he gave in answer was guttural, and it brought a grin to my face. I loved hearing him lose control.

Something deep and primal wanted to push it further, but not here. I didn’t want the DMs coming to check on us. Later, I promised myself. It felt like every session with Slate, I stored up more plans for later.

I’d never get bored of picking this man apart and letting him twist and turn and beg in the wind.

“Please,” Slate moaned, low and urgent. He shifted on