Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,53

At last, he was using me, and holy mother of God, I fucking loved it.

The back of my throat hurt, and in the fractions of seconds between his thrusts, I could hardly breathe without choking on his precum and my spit.

I whimpered and thrashed, trying to apologize in my desperate little noises. But Rex didn’t even acknowledge me as he fucked my mouth, forcing his way into my air-starved body however hard I tried to pull away.

The wet, sloppy sounds and his heavy breathing were the only companions to my thin, muffled, wordless pleas. He never stopped or slowed, and neither did he speed up. Like my wishes were irrelevant. Everything that happened to me was up to Rex’s every whim.

As if on cue, he groaned softly, and the noise plucked a string deep in my gut, until every muscle in my body was taut with the reverberations of his pleasure.

This was exactly what I’d wanted. Or… I thought I’d wanted. Now that I was granted my wish, I wasn’t sure I could handle it. It was all happening right now, with no time to think about it. Only animal instinct could suffice.

The cold, merciless edge to Rex’s total control filled me with shameful delight like an empty vessel. An object for him to pour meaning into, a star that never shone bright until it was named.

His star. His boy. His.

But the unbearable pain between my thighs shook me out of the foggy void where I’d lost myself, planting me back in reality. It was a cold, uncomfortable place where my knees dug into the floor and my back ached.

I’d do anything to escape that prison and bask in the place where Rex was the only thought on my mind. So I fumbled with the front of my shorts, opening them and pulling them down so my aching length could spring free.

Christ, the relief that swept through me! I moaned softly, my shoulders softening and cock stiffening in my hand when the pain eased in my gut.

My animal need, though, wouldn’t let me let go now. I kept hold of my length, my fingers a blissful, ridged, softer pressure than the tight seams of my shorts had been.

I lost the battle of wills and stroked myself. Pleasure purred through me, tightening my balls and tickling the head of my shaft until it throbbed along my skin in waves.

I’d barely pulled my hand along myself three times before my mouth was empty, my aching jaw finding relief while my spirit cried out in anxiety at the separation. I couldn’t bear to lose Rex’s attention, however much it hurt.

“Please,” I gasped, shuffling forward as I tried to lick the hard shaft just inches away from my eyes.

But Rex gripped my chin, keeping me back. He spoke in a soft snarl, and all I could register was a danger I craved as much as I feared.

“You may touch yourself as long as you don’t come, boy. But you should have asked first.”

“I’m sorry.” I gulped. And I was, but I was also too far gone to stop now. No transgression could do that. My orgasm was too close, burning too hot in every cell of my body.

I jerked my hand along my throbbing cock for dear life, every brush of my fingers across my skin sending another, stronger wave of arousal pounding through me.

Rex ignored my pathetic movements and spoke over me as if I’d never said a word. “If you don’t ask me, boy, how do I know you won’t do something really bad? Like come before me?”

He let go of my chin and patted my cheek firmly—more of a test than a scolding slap. But the sting reverberated through my cheek, straight to my swollen, still-tingling lips, and down my core to my shaft.

I leaned toward his hand and turned my cheek further away, begging silently for more.

Fuck. He didn’t give me what I wanted, and my dick jumped in my hand as I realized that once again, I had to grovel.

Damn it, he’d been listening way too well to me, naturally taking charge of me in every way my body craved.

I wanted the harsh sting of his palm on my skin again, the humiliation of an open-handed slap against my skin. I wanted the bite of regret coursing through me in equal measure with the desire that swelled my cock in my own filthy little hand.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered again, closing my eyes as I struggled to breathe with anticipation.