Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,115
rawest selves.
I smacked his thighs, one at a time, hard and fast. Then I turned my back on him, laying my forearm down his back with my elbow closest to his neck to keep him flat on the bench so I could deliver a few more punishing blows.
He thrashed less than I would have expected, considering I didn’t even have his hands tied together.
Very good, I approved mentally, but I wasn’t about to reward him yet.
I dug my nails into his skin until white crescents appeared and then raked them down his back alongside my forearm.
Slate’s cry was harsh and sudden, and then it turned silent like he was choking back a noise he knew was far too loud to be appropriate. I glanced over my shoulder, and the agonized pleasure across his face made me grin again as I turned side-on to him.
Oh, he was so responsive. The lightest touch or the harshest blow, he could feel them all—and he endured them with equal steadfast resolve.
Slate’s vulnerability was utterly intoxicating. I couldn’t imagine ever being in that position, much less enjoying it. Not just that. Those words were inadequate. Like a piece of my spirit had slid into Slate’s heart, demanding the very same control that Slate needed to give up.
He was blissed-out despite everything that had happened just yesterday. And he kept his noises quiet, not struggling or begging for mercy too loudly. He knew what was allowed here.
I admired Slate’s trust in me and his pure courage more than anyone on Earth. That defiant spark of his spirit shone as brightly as it did the moment I met him. But now, I felt up to the task: taming Slate, breaking him, and bringing him back to life again.
“Very good,” I finally whispered when my nails reached the gentle mounds of his gorgeous butt. I moved behind him, pressing the heels of my hands into his ass. I kneaded before letting my fingertips drag closer to the sensitive little hole that pulsated with every touch.
Slate’s breath was short and shallow all of a sudden. “D-Daddy,” he gasped, twisting to look back across his shoulder.
“No,” I told him sharply, pausing to stare him down. I wasn’t going to let him get in that habit. One day, I’d be wielding a whip or flogger and that much movement would put him in danger. “Head down.”
Slate blushed and quickly pushed his forehead against the bench again. “Sorry, Master X.”
I smiled and dragged my thumbs down, across his hole. “Good boy.” My words were almost muffled by how loudly he cried out, pushing back into my hands before his thighs trembled and he stilled himself again. “That’s it. Stay still.”
“More,” Slate begged.
“Sounds like an order,” I murmured. I circled to his other side and brought my hand down sharply, just once.
Slate’s voice was hoarse as he clung to the bench for all he was worth. “That’s too good, Daddy. N-No. Just a…” He trailed off, unable to even think of an excuse.
I chuckled. He was too new to push him for much longer, so I only spanked him lightly using my non-dominant hand now. With his ass red and sore, I needed much less force. I even paused after every few blows to rub down the hot skin, but it wasn’t entirely kind. The other purpose besides soothing him was to keep him on his toes, never warning him when the next blow would come.
At last I let my caresses continue for longer than before, rubbing in broad circles over his hips and down his thighs, all the way up his back to his neck. “Good boy,” I praised softly. “You’ve been a very good boy for your Daddy. I think you’ve earned a reward, hm?”
“Y-Yes, sir?” Slate held perfectly still, his head turned slightly to the side like he didn’t want to miss a word.
I kept one hand on his back as I came around his side and crouched, making eye contact. His eyes were wide and wet, but his smile was impossible to miss. “How are you, my love?”
“Happy,” Slate whispered. He blew out a quick, hot laugh. “So happy. Can’t describe it. Floating.”
“Mmhmm.” I grinned, rubbing between his shoulder blades lightly.
“I loved it. The more you hurt me, the harder I got.”
I raised a brow, my grin spreading as I trailed two fingers down his spine, never stopping despite the thin, desperate noise he made