Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,3
grip his Dom kept on his leash.
The man’s other hand was in his underwear, unmistakably gripping the bulge of his shaft.
I gulped hard, not wanting to be caught staring. My own dick was stirring to life, already thickening in the unforgiving confines of my tight little shorts.
I felt nearly naked, my arms folded awkwardly over my chest as I hurried out of the dance area and past the bar to the playrooms.
They were quiet.
The sounds of grunts, cries, and slaps of leather halted me in my tracks. Sweat trickled down my spine suddenly, my throat tight as I stared through the doorway into the half-lit space. Lights close to the ceiling shone up, unobtrusively providing enough light for safety—and to watch.
A throat-clearing behind me reminded me that I was blocking the doorway. “Kind of in a hurry, man. Go in if you’re gonna watch. Don’t perv from a distance.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled, averting my gaze and stepping aside. A couple walked past me, both men holding hands and striding like they had a mission.
Did I want to watch?
Yes. Very much.
Whatever I’d said to Seb, I knew exactly what I wanted. Not the act, but the feeling. I wanted to feel humbled, and proud, and utterly helpless. I just didn’t know who I could ask, or how.
Excuse me, you’re young and hot and I’m not. Want to do me a favor? I promise I’ll cum quickly.
No. Even for me, that would be too humiliating. I wanted to be wanted, not tolerated. God forbid convenient.
I swallowed and slipped through the doorway, trying to stay out of the way of the groups of men mingling there. Trying not to stare at anyone too long.
Just a few feet away, a cry of pleasure made me look. A man in a harness and jockstrap was riding another man who reclined on a couch. His head was thrown back in pleasure, his teeth bared. Another man stood next to him, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, holding him close, swigging at a beer as he talked to the man lying back on the couch.
Like it was all very normal.
I gulped hard and walked past them, ignoring the throbbing in my pants at the crack that rang through the room.
A big, hairy guy was strapped to X-shaped wooden boards, a delicate young man walking back and forth behind him, running the whip over his reddened skin.
That was more like it. But the Dom in question was clearly busy, and from the wedding rings they both wore, for a long time to come. My heart sank and I walked on.
I passed a dark steel cage—currently empty—and found a sling.
That was where my friends in the doorway had hurried. The tall blond was strapped in now, wearing nothing but white lacy underwear. Alongside the tent of his hard-on, the other man slid a bright pink vibrator in, clicked a button, and stood back with a self-satisfied grin.
The begging started immediately, quiet at first and growing louder. Eyes turned to them. Some guys stood nearby and watched with mild curiosity. Others smiled and looked away.
Then there was the thick velvet curtain, and my hopes lifted.
Of course. The darkroom.
I didn’t have to worry about finding someone. I could go in there…
And wait. On my knees, in the dark, helpless. Whoever wanted to use me would find my hot mouth, and I could beg in the darkness for what I needed without having to look him in the eyes afterward.
I hated it. I wanted it. I hated myself.
Did I?
Moans, low and desperate, slid from the darkroom. The sound of spanking, too. A series of grunts, in time with the smacked skin, low and hoarse but quickly climbing.
I swayed toward the doorway.
Fingertips ran up the inside and back of my thigh, to my tight and aching semi. Shit! I nearly jumped out of my skin, whirling around with righteous indignation. “What do you think—”
The words died on my lips.
Isaac.
He didn’t look surprised to see me. He’d known who I was then. Had he followed me from the bar? From the dance floor? Had he been standing back, watching me, laughing the whole time?
I froze, my pulse throbbing in my ears. His lips moved, but I couldn’t hear them. My steadily swelling erection shriveled into nothing. So did my confidence, which had so gradually been growing. And my very will to live.
What in ten fucking layers of Hell was he doing here?