Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,14

chance—of relief.

“Please let me do this,” I whispered, my voice rough. I could hardly breathe as I kept begging him mentally, rocking back and forth. Please, please, please.

His hand rested on my shoulder, steadying me. When I was still, Rex crouched in front of me, bringing his face almost to mine. I could see his chin now, even as I stared at the floor.

“Yes,” Rex told me, speaking with that same precision. His voice had a hint of brutality to it, a cold cruelty that spoke to the fiery, rough pieces of me. Sandpaper to my coarse parts, and blessed relief.

My sigh of pleasure stilled my trembling body. Yes! He wasn’t going to regret this, I swore to myself.

“But,” Rex added, keeping his grip firm on my shoulder, “I’m going to be right here. The moment anyone makes you feel uncomfortable, you stand up. Throat punch them with the tray if you need to. And you come inside. Tell Daddy if anyone makes you feel like shit.”

I swallowed hard. There it was again: the frozen fire I’d heard in his voice before he dragged me into Dom Nation. For a heady moment, I let myself believe I was worthy of his ferocity.

I bobbed my head, the tray sliding toward the floor as I readjusted it. No nodding. No reactions at all, or I’ll drop all his precious, sweet treats on the ground.

How still could I stay as I throbbed and groveled with delight?

“And if I give you an order,” Rex continued, “you obey me. Immediately.” He stroked my shoulder once, languid and slow, and my blood heated up.

I wanted him to order me. By God, I’d do anything he asked, right here and now, if only he would. But despite the fierceness of my wanting, he didn’t.

“I’m aware of what I’m asking of a boy who I have no claim to,” Rex said softly. “So I won’t ask anything sexual of you. Understood?”

Fuck. Fuck, I wished he hadn’t spoken at all! I’d do anything to pluck those words from the air and stuff them back in his mouth.

Didn’t Rex understand what I wanted from him? Needed?

I was unworthy of this attention. He was just humoring me, allowing me to help him out. He didn’t want me in all the filthy ways I wanted him to want me.

Not when there were hundreds of young, handsome boys who hadn’t yet been broken. Fresh-faced and innocent, unlike me. I was already soiled.

I ought to crawl out of his shop right now, ugly and old, and let the men waiting in line outside Dom Nation laugh at me for thinking I deserved more.

“Yes,” I breathed, harsh and hoarse. I was clinging to the scrap of permission I’d heard in his tone despite his words denying me what I wanted so badly. “Yes, Daddy.”

Rex’s hands glided across the edges of my own, which were still curled around the edges of the tray. Instantly, the hair on my arms stood to attention and heat danced along my spine, like I was a balloon and his touch ignited static shocks.

He guided my fingertips open, coaxing me into releasing the tray, and took it from me. Then he rose to his feet and set it on the counter with a sharp sound.

I stayed where I was, my chin tucked against my chest and ribs crushing into my knees. Like a neat little bundle of razor-sharp longing, and at the heart of it, squeezed between my thighs, my hard-on throbbed in a drumbeat of desire.

Own me, own me, own me, it seemed to beg, and I tightened my thighs around it—twitched with the surge of heat that coursed through me at the tiny, silent, naughty pleasure.

“Stand and strip to your gear,” Rex said. His voice was melodic and enchanting again, like a song pulling me into a big, blue wilderness that would flay me alive.

I knew he meant the leather shorts and harness I wore.

I followed it and stood, though I kept my head bowed. My pride made me clamp my throat as my knees wobbled and back twinged, but I made it upright without falling.

My hands rose to my waist as I wavered, wondering what to take off first. Going for my pants first seemed too bold. Shirt it was, then.

It was easier not to look up at Rex, so as I nervously gripped the lower hem of my shirt, I didn’t.

The choice was more of a struggle than I’d expected. I wanted to see the emotions written