Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,84

I straddled Slate’s thighs, moaning at the way my bulge pressed against the firm mounds of his ass. I loved the view of his naked, sprawled, and utterly helpless body.

His resistance dispensed with, I could pay attention to other matters. I was still fully dressed, and as much as I appreciated that contrast, it was time to give him a treat.

Slowly, I peeled myself away from him, grinning at his protesting moan. Slate whispered, “Don’t go…!”

Don’t worry. I’m not just leaving you there. But I didn’t blame him for thinking that. “No chance. Look.” I stood up by the side of the bed, rolling my shoulders back and unbuttoning my suit jacket.

With my permission, Slate wriggled and twisted onto his side until he could see me. His expression lit up in quiet, grateful delight. “Ooh. A show.”

I moved slowly, making sure every single ounce of his attention was fixed on me by the time I had my jacket and shirt off. Then I ran my hands across my thighs, my heart pounding with anticipation.

I let my trousers fall to the floor, stepped out of them, and stood still by the side of the bed as he twisted against the tight bonds to see as much of me as he could.

My rock-hard cock had burst free from the silky satin pocket. Slate gulped, his mouth falling open at the sight. I followed his gaze down to my erection and the thin black strings that stretched over my inner hips, framing the satin cup that hung loosely around the base of my cock.

I hooked a finger around the edge of the thong, pulling it over my tip again to form a tent and hide it from view. Not that it could hide very well. The satin stretched across the rounded head, showing off every detail.

God, I’d never make it as a sub. Not even for a second. I could barely stand the anticipation, and I was the one deciding how long to make it last.

A slow smile spread over Slate’s face. He couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away. “Daddy,” he gasped, licking his lips. “Let me… let me taste you. Please.”

“Oh, you will,” I promised and gave him a wicked grin. I raised one knee and balanced on the bed, pushing my hips forward.

Just out of reach.

As much as Slate struggled against his bonds, panting and pushing his tongue forward, he couldn’t quite run it over the hot, hard line of my shaft. Then he stopped and sharply whimpered, raising a pleading gaze to my face. He’d realized what I was doing.

“Yes?” I whispered, honey sweet.

“You are cruel,” Slate whispered.

But he wasn’t afraid. Not disgusted, or exasperated. His voice rang with the awe of a man standing in a grand cathedral, or turning his gaze to a whole universe stretching infinitely above him, or a grove of ancient trees touching the sky.

I grinned, totally satisfied with myself. The pleasure was razor-edged and dangerous, and it intoxicated me utterly.

At last, he believed me.

“Yes,” I whispered, stroking his hair with such gentleness that he flinched. “I am, boy.”

Suddenly, I gripped the back of his head and pushed my hips forward, forcing my satin-covered cock against him. I ground against his cheeks and lips without care. Rubbed my bulge over his face, taunting him.

Slate whimpered, trying to kiss and lick whenever my cock touched his full, hot lips. “You’re so fucking hot. I need you so much it hurts. Let me suck you, please. Please, Daddy? Please, please, please…” He trailed off, gasping for air.

I smirked, but I finally allowed it. “You like seeing your Daddy’s cock? Tasting it?” I reveled in the power I held over him, the unashamed eagerness with which he lapped at my bulge.

“Mmhmm,” Slate whimpered, vibrating through my shaft. My body went tight with a dizzying flush of need and ecstatic bliss. At last, after an evening of squirming against the smooth satin, the wet heat of his mouth on just the other side of that one thin layer was unbearably arousing.

“See? I knew you were a filthy little slut,” I growled, digging my nails into his scalp as I shoved my cock against his mouth. “Daddy’s about to fuck your face, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can’t even touch your pathetic little hard-on. What a worthless little toy you are. A thing for me to use, aren’t you?”

Slate nodded eagerly, his breath harsh as I shoved my underwear down, freed my cock with one