Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,50

once, I wasn’t ashamed of the face I turned to him. Shame was too precious, too thrilling, to waste on anything that wasn’t a choice. Instead, gratitude flooded my veins. Excitement made ten years come off my shoulders.

I was ready for anything.

“Thank you, sir,” I whispered. “Thank you, Daddy.” I turned my face, pressing my cheek into his hand. Nuzzled it as my eyes slid shut. Without sight, I couldn’t drool over the length right there, under his shining black briefs.

But Rex didn’t let me live in this simple bliss. He pulled his hand away, cupped the back of my head, and pulled my cheek against his bare thigh.

I gasped, struck by ravenous hunger like a man who had suddenly come to his senses after a spell living in his own dreams. As my eyes opened, I found my nose brushing just against the swell of his briefs.

I wanted to lick and suck, serve and obey. His pleasure was my only concern now. The throbbing pulses of my shaft were exiled to a part of my mind that couldn’t overpower the need I felt to please my Daddy.

I licked my lips, and my teeth caught the lower lip as I stared hungrily at the dessert he was keeping locked away from me. One thin layer of material was all that lay in the way.

That, and his permission. I didn’t dare make this move until I was instructed to do so. But then—then I would reward him for giving in to my pleas. I’d close my lips around him, let him fill and fuck my mouth. I was a ready, waiting hole for him to use—

“Slate.” My Daddy’s voice cut through my half-lucid fantasies.

I swallowed a groan, finally tearing my gaze away to stare at his face again. “Yes, sir?” I whispered.

“I need to know if you have any triggers. Hard limits. Anything you don’t want me to touch.”

I wanted to scoff at the idea. Who was I to turn down anything he wanted? Isaac had never asked. A tiny voice inside me knew I should have more respect for myself than that. But a starving man couldn’t afford pride.

Besides, I didn’t want my submission to be on my terms. That was the whole point. I wanted to be his plaything, and toys didn’t get to make the rules.

I shook my head, hoping to please him by the answer. If I didn’t, at least I would know I was true to myself.

Rex’s brow arched. “Nothing?” He eyed me like he wanted to stop and give me the lecture, but thankfully, he didn’t. “We’ll work on that later,” he informed me.

All that I heard was later.

This wasn’t it. He wasn’t going to use and discard me. As much as I wanted that, it wasn’t that simple—I wanted the same Daddy to use me at his will.

I wanted a boyfriend, a lover, a partner. A Daddy. One man to find the itch and press his nail into it over and over… not a string of faceless Doms scratching somewhere near the right spot.

And maybe—just maybe—Rex was agreeing to be that man.

A huge, stupid grin spread across my face. I almost swayed into him with my joy and relief, the room spinning around me. “Yes,” I whispered my promise, eager. I’d say anything to get right now in progress.

“What do you want, then?” Rex asked, petting me like he might a kitten. His nails trailed across my scalp, and my body rippled agreeably as I tilted my head to the side to enjoy the touch.

My words tumbled from my lips. “I want to hurt.” I closed my eyes—I couldn’t look at him as I said this. Didn’t want to risk the reaction, in case it wasn’t what I hoped for. “I want to feel like I’m… a small, insignificant thing at your disposal. I want my punishment to be my reward. I want to say no and mean yes. I want…”

My voice trembled and broke, my throat filling with a lump too great to be swallowed away.

“Yes?” Rex whispered.

Fuck, I refused to believe that Rex was the man he thought he was, because his voice now was soft and patient, yet there was no trace of the dangerous smile he’d worn earlier.

I kept my eyes squeezed closed, my shoulders rolling forward. I hunched like I could hide the arousal throbbing underneath me from his gaze. “I think I need to break to feel whole.”

My very soul gasped at the open air brushing against the