Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,16

if I got used and teased, I’d be unable to move a muscle. That made me so fucking hard it hurt, and I was grateful my position hid my… difficulty.

It drove me wild, knowing this restraint was somehow more voluntary. More taboo. Psychological alone.

So why did I feel it pulsing deep inside, pulsing and red-hot?

His words rang through my head, over and over again. I won’t ask anything sexual of you.

“Comfortable?” Rex brushed my fingertips, making one more adjustment to the tray before stepping back.

I couldn’t look at him and ask this of him. Shame stopped my lips. But here…

“You could make it sexual if you wanted,” I whispered. “T-Torment me.”

I had to hold perfectly still, listen for a reaction. Strain to peer ahead of me, through my lashes. I couldn’t see much. Not without moving, which was off-limits.

Rex’s boots shifted on the concrete. One crept toward me, between my parted thighs. Nudged—just barely—the head of my cock, outlined clear as day against my painfully tight shorts.

The prickles through my belly, deep down to my very balls, made me gasp.

“We’ll see how well you serve tonight,” Rex told me, his voice maddeningly calm and quiet.

I whimpered, but all he did was chuckle softly, touch my cheek, and step back.

Arousal bloomed through my whole body, and I trembled in the cool evening air. My knees hurt, grinding into the concrete. And a smile strained at my cheeks, the stress bleeding from me as men came closer, laughed, accepted Rex’s offer of a sample.

Ignored my needs and fulfilled their own.

Fuck. This was the feeling I’d come here for tonight. And Rex had barely had to lay a finger on me to fulfill it.

I smiled until my cheeks hurt, crouched perfectly still until the tray was empty—and then another. Alone in the crowd, still and obedient in the darkness, my joy stitched together a gulf in my soul.

4

Rex

“Watch out. Isaac’s on the hunt tonight.”

I couldn’t show fear. Not with Slate out there on the sidewalk still, waiting for my command to come inside.

“Isaac’s always in a foul mood,” I told Seb, my voice taut as I kept an eye on Slate outside. I dipped in to ring up customers, but otherwise I’d stayed near him until now. “Tell me something new.”

My older Dom friend snorted and tipped his head, acknowledging my point. As charming as Isaac could be to fellow Doms, he flew into tempers. Everyone knew that. And now, Seb sounded unsure—like he was seeing past the façade. “Worse than usual,” Seb told me, soft and meaningful. My skin crawled. “He was brutal with Derrick tonight.”

Derrick was tough, as subs went. A glutton for punishment. I’d seen him in play-piercing scenes never breaking a sweat. If Isaac had gotten to him tonight… precious, shy, sweet Slate had no chance.

The silence drew out as I gazed at the back of the display case, counting cupcakes.

God, I want to tell him. But I didn’t even know the story yet. And whatever story it was, it belonged to Slate, and Slate didn’t belong to me. I needed to hold that trust until he was ready to talk.

More importantly, my boy was still out there on the sidewalk—and Isaac would be leaving Dom Nation soon. I couldn’t let Isaac find him. My blood heated up to the danger.

“See you later,” Seb told me, looping his arm around his catch for tonight and pulling him along.

The only ones left in Daddy Cakes now were a pair of men who had long ago finished their cupcakes. An older Daddy in a black shirt, his sleeves rolled up, and a twentysomething cub of a boy. They were still sitting at a corner table flirting. I recognized them but not their names.

I slammed the display case closed and announced, “I’m closing.” My voice was sharp and loud, to attract their attention.

“What? Why?” the cub asked, turning to look at me.

“We’re out of cupcakes,” I told them, leveling a glare at them. We’re closing because I said so, boy was the look in my eyes.

The Daddy looked at the display case and the half a dozen remaining treats in it. He looked confused. “No, you’re not—”

“Yes, I am. Because I said so.”

My cheeks flushed as I stormed past them to the door. Great dominance display there, dipshit, I told myself. Because I said so? Jesus.

But I had far more important things on my mind, like relieving my boy of his duties. It was only a shame I couldn’t ethically exchange all