Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,116

when I glided over his tight little hole. Then I reached his balls, a thick handful, and the hard line of his shaft.

“Mmm,” I purred, squeezing Slate’s cock as his jaw dropped. He whined with pleasure, his shaft jumping in my hand. “I see,” I told him.

“All week, Daddy.” Slate was fighting instinct, doing his best to beg me instead of commanding. It made me smile to hear his plaintive tone. “I’ve followed the rules all week.”

“I know you have,” I whispered. I let go of the stiff erection and trailed my fingertips around his balls again, then swept them up his thigh and hip. I was saving that for later. Slate gazed at me plaintively, his fingertips still curled around the edge of the bench. I might have to pry him off. “I want more pain next time, Daddy. Is that… weird?”

“Not at all,” I whispered, rubbing his lower back again. “I’m easing you into it. But I love that you’re telling me what you want now. That’s good. That’s what I want.”

“Good. I haven’t screwed up.” Slate sighed with relief and closed his eyes.

“Not even a little,” I promised. “You did well, my precious boy.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Slate whispered, that smile back on his lips again.

I smiled as I watched him, all too aware that others would want to use this bench soon. I had to ease him gently out of subspace—just for long enough to bring him home, anyway.

Finally, I leaned in to press our lips together, and Slate responded hungrily. He moaned against my mouth, seeking my lower lip and sucking hard. At last, he mumbled against my mouth, “Can we go home, Daddy?”

“We’re going home right now,” I promised. “I have so much more I want to do to you before I get to come. And then I might even let you spill that heavy load I feel you carrying around, too. What do you say?”

Slate’s eyes flew open, and the grin of delight made my spirit soar. “Okay,” he whispered. I had to hurry to support him as he scrambled to his feet, making sure he had his balance before cleaning up the equipment.

By the time we got in the taxi, I had gathered my wits enough to make sure we’d collected everything before we left. To get us outside and call a taxi. To keep us both safe and sound. But Slate was still smiling at me, giddy and soft, eyes alight with wonder.

I smiled until it hurt before finally looking out the window to try to get a hold of myself.

Slate would never know what he’d done for me. I was no longer afraid of showing my vulnerable spots, like it would mean I was a bad Dom or Daddy. I knew who I was, and I was the man Slate needed me to be—just like he was the man I needed.

It was like I’d found the missing half of myself, and with my eyes wide open, I could never go back to the darkness. He was the ocean and I was the moon, and the moon wasn’t wrong to control the tides every day. What Slate needed, I gave gladly.

I was his, completely.

19

Slate

As the elevator glided to a halt at the penthouse floor, I smiled and let go of Rex’s hand. It felt like coming home.

“In you go,” Rex directed me. Although he held the door for me, he slapped my butt, making me jump and laugh.

I loved the way he treated me with such respect, yet casually made it clear that he found me hot. And I’d never felt more attractive than when I’d walked out of Dom Nation arm in arm with Rex, head held high, while people I didn’t even know yet wished us good night.

“I’m in, Daddy.” I kicked off my shoes and turned to him, swaying on the spot as I lifted my T-shirt. “And I want you to be in, too.”

“Jesus.” Rex threw his shoulder against the door to slam it closed and then emptied his pockets onto the hallway table. His eyes never left me, hungry and dark. “You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”

He made me feel like prey, and I fucking loved it.

“I do,” I whispered, breathless with excitement. “It was fun letting you show me off, but there’s more.”

“What are you thinking?”

I swallowed hard as I peeled my T-shirt off and dropped it on the floor, rubbing a hand along the buckles and loops of my harness. Then I dropped