Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,68
so happy today that my friend at work pried the details out of me. (Not all of them, don’t worry!) She found out about Daddy Cakes and um… she thinks I’m the Daddy now…?!
I sent the message, took a photo of the cupcake, and finally allowed myself a bite once I peeled off the wrapper.
Oh, God, it was soft and delicious with an unexpected tart cherry pop on my tongue. Were the ropes flavored? So clever.
My phone buzzed and I nearly dropped the cupcake as I eagerly grabbed it. I gasped but caught the cupcake just in time to keep myself from smearing the top all over my chest.
“Well done, Slate,” I muttered, but grinned.
A crying-with-laughter emoji greeted me first and then a message.
Oh, Slate. I don’t mind if she has the wrong impression so long as you know who’s in charge.
He was typing again, which seemed dangerous. I squeaked, put down the cupcake, and typed as fast as I could.
I do, Daddy!
Then there was a pause before another message.
Good boy. So you were as happy as me today, I take it.
I beamed. Rex was just as lovestruck as me, was he? God, that made me happier than anything so far. I was a cupcake getting layers of happiness slathered all over me.
Yes, Daddy. All because of you this weekend. And coming home to your treats was the best part of the day. Is there anything I can do for you tonight?
I bit my lip, hoping he got the gist of my last sentence. I’d never truly sexted anyone before—not even the prick whose name should not be associated with Rex’s—but I’d learn, for Rex’s sake.
Tell me if you liked the cupcake. It’s my new flavor combo.
I eagerly put my phone on my knees and picked up the cupcake for another bite. Then I caught my breath as an idea occurred to me. After stabbing at my phone a few times, I held it at arm’s length, wiped a finger through the red-and-white frosting, and pressed the button to record a video.
I tried not to feel silly as I closed my eyes. I just pretended Daddy was standing right there, his crotch right at the level of the camera. And I swirled my tongue around my icing-laden fingers, sucking them deep into my mouth with a sensual moan for good measure.
Then I hit the button again and grinned, sending the video straight to Rex in response.
Will he like it? God, I hope so. It might be bratty, trying to turn on my Daddy while he was too busy to come over to me. I stared at the phone, transfixed and waiting for a response as I lapped at my fingers to clean off the rest of the icing.
My phone screen lit up with an incoming video call.
I stifled a giggle and cleared my throat before I answered, trying with everything I had to look cool and not like I was about to faint from excitement.
“Hi,” I greeted as soon as the image of Rex loaded on my screen.
“Hi, what?” Rex raised his brow sternly at me. He was at Daddy Cakes, the counter behind him littered with baking ingredients and dustings of flour.
I hadn’t wanted to push him too hard. Before now, I’d had to work to earn his agreement to Daddy me. But it seemed like everything had changed last night. He wasn’t just a Daddy for me, he was my Daddy.
There went the stupid grin again, lighting my face up in the thumbnail in the corner of my screen. “Hi, Daddy,” I added, shy and soft. I could barely look at him, my cheeks hot with pleasure.
Rex’s soft chuckle made me look up, but his gaze was still stern. “Hello, my naughty boy,” he greeted. “You’ve made Daddy far too happy at work. You know that, don’t you? You were trying to turn me on.”
I blushed, but my guilt was written all over my face. Instead of apologizing, I grinned. “It worked?”
Rex’s brows snapped together. “Far too well, boy. Unfortunately for you, there are consequences for trying to top from the bottom.”
A gasp escaped as I sat up straight. I had no idea what that meant, but possibly he was referring to the fact I’d been hoping to entice him into sexting. “I—”
Rex cut me off and held up a finger. “I wasn’t done speaking.”
Oops. I was digging myself an even bigger hole, wasn’t I? I squirmed apologetically as I mimed zipping my lips.