Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,118

told me as his hands went to the button of his jeans.

Okay, I might be busy trying to figure out how to submit to my Daddy, but I was still horny as hell. He didn’t keep stripping, and I shifted impatiently, biting my lower lip. “Mmm?”

“You’re not allowed to steer me into doing what you want,” Rex said, his tone soft and clear. This was the instructive voice I was getting so used to, soothing and wise and calm. I drew strength from it as well as knowledge. “But the whole point of this—look at me, boy.” His tone was sharp for just a moment.

I responded to him before I even thought about it: I quickly met his stormy, demanding, and endlessly green gaze. “Yes, Daddy?” I whispered.

“Good boy,” Rex said and smiled, his tone gentle again. “The whole point—the whole point,” he said and stepped closer, his hands resting on my biceps, “is that you’re the one in charge. It’s your needs I’m meeting, not mine. So you tell me what to do, and I choose how to do it.”

“But I need you to hurt me,” I whispered, shaking my head. I wasn’t telling him what to do, was I? “To take charge. To do what you want with me.”

“You need to be hurt, just like I need to give you what you need. That’s okay. It’s more than okay. As long as you like what I’m giving you. And I do it because you want it.” Rex cupped my cheeks and stroked my jaw with his thumbs, his warm palms caressing my neck before wandering across my collarbones and down to my chest. “The moment you stop wanting it, I stop.”

I blinked several times as the weight of his words settled in. “But in the heat of the moment…”

“Doesn’t matter,” Rex cut me off, still perfectly calm. “I can be as animalistic and cruel as you can imagine, but it’s my job to snap out of that in a second if I’ve gone too far.”

How the hell could he even do that? When I was in subspace, it took so long to come out of it. Even when it went bad, like it had the first night I’d seen Isaac at Dom Nation, it took minutes or hours to feel like myself again.

Subspace must be different from… Domspace? Topspace? But however it worked, I trusted that he could do it. I swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay,” I whispered. “I trust you.”

And Rex smiled, wrapping his hands around the back of my neck as our lips met in a long, slow kiss.

His lips were sweet and deceptively soft, but nothing about the way he kissed was gentle. It was hot and demanding, a storm breaking free from its leash. His tongue slid along my lower lip and then into my mouth, demanding and possessive.

Fuck, I just want to give in right here. But Rex wouldn’t give it to me that easily. He’d make me wait and wait until the last shred of sanity had fled before satisfying me in ways that words could never describe.

The heat of Rex’s kiss made my dick stiffen under my hands. I let go so I could grip his waist, pulling my Daddy into me and grinding the throbbing heat of my erection against his stomach. Showing him how much I wanted him.

He pulled back sharply and grinned in that animalistic way again. The warning and the promise in his eyes were impossible to separate, so I didn’t even try.

“Catch me,” I whispered and scampered out of reach, then grinned playfully at him.

“Oh, I will.” The promise of punishment in his voice made me weak at the knees. Rex didn’t look away as he stepped out of his trousers and then pulled the shining, black latex down to reveal his bulge straining at the satin thong.

I wanted to touch—wanted to feel the smoothness of the satin and his skin against my palms. I swayed toward him before stopping myself. If I got any closer, he could catch me on the spot.

Damn it, was this a ploy? The sparkle in his eyes confirmed my suspicion.

I huffed and stepped backward again, even as I licked my lips. “You won’t get me that easily.”

“Oh, you’re easy for me,” Rex told me. And sure enough, I couldn’t resist watching as he ran his palm over the tip of the tented thong, rubbing himself with a sensual moan.

I choked back a groan of my own, imagining him pulling his