Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,85

quick flick of my hand. The pink, flushed shaft stood proudly in the air.

“Daddy’s going to fuck your holes any way he feels like, all night. Leave you tied up for my pleasure.”

I wouldn’t, of course. Basic safety. But the words worked. Slate groaned hungrily even as he begged me for mercy, shaking his head hard. “No, please… please, I need to come!”

I grinned. “That wasn’t a suggestion,” I told him and bent over to slap his ass hard as a reminder of all his many lessons tonight. “I decide when you deserve to come.”

Then I shoved my cock between his lips. He tightened his cheeks and ran his tongue under the head, but this was no time for foreplay. I was ready for him now. Both my hands went to the back of his head to hold him steady as I pulled back and thrust forward. Started to fuck his waiting mouth.

The heat of him seemed to engulf my whole shaft—my whole body, even, filling up with restless sparks. Energy I needed to take out on something, and boy, did I ever.

I pounded his gorgeous, wet mouth as he tried to catch his breath. He groaned and whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as I dug my nails into his scalp and bared my teeth.

I claimed the spoils of my victory over the helpless boy I’d cornered and pinned down. My prey, my love, my very own.

My balls and even my whole body tightened, my muscles hard as a brick wall. I struggled to breathe, to hold myself back. There was no possible way. I was too far along, too engulfed by the fantasy playing out in this moment.

My helpless, broken boy. Mine.

Slate gulped, like he wanted to say something, but his mouth was far too full. The sight of him thrashing against his bonds, his words gagged by my very own erection, squirming helplessly against the bed like he was trying to please himself the only way he could…

I couldn’t hold back anymore. Fuck. So I pulled back, still gripping his head with one hand as my fingers closed around the sensitive skin and my whole body throbbed.

It was too much at first, every inch of me too sensitive and wet. The tingles in my chest were gone, replaced by a painful lightning strike. But within moments I was back to quivering on the precipice of ecstasy.

“Yes…!”

I barely realized the cries spilling through the air were my own until it was too late. My back arched, my hand tightened on my shaft, and a harsh, raw cry reverberated to my very soul. Fuck, I was losing the battle. My mouth fell open, and with one final cry, the blinding blackness of ecstasy struck.

Moments later, I forced my eyes open as heat pulsed through my shaft, dancing under my fingers. The first streak of my mess landed on his nose, just between his eyes, all the way up to his hairline. My hand slowed on my stiff skin as it grew sensitive, but I had a lot more of my load to spread across his whole face.

I grinned at the sight, smearing the last few drops across his cheeks as they trickled from the tip of my shaft.

Fuck. I’d seen plenty of hot sights, but nothing like this: Slate’s helpless face upturned toward me, mouth open and tongue out as if to desperately receive my load while I denied him even that taste. Covered him in my mess, reminded him who the fuck was in charge.

I stroked my thumb along his cheek, wiping a fingerful of my jizz into his lips. Slate gasped but eagerly licked my finger clean, and I repeated it. Then I grabbed a tissue, gently cleaning off his face.

“Safe for you to open your eyes now,” I told him with a wicked grin to myself, finally giving myself one last stroke and squeeze as I softened.

Slate’s eyelids fluttered open, his mouth still hanging open and cheeks flushed. He was fucking gorgeous, every Dom’s wet dream and daytime fantasy. The sheen of sweat against his forehead and the faraway bliss in his eyes…

“Thank you, Daddy,” Slate whimpered, and I just about broke inside.

Perfect, perfect, perfect was all my heart could tell me, in a tempo so loud and fast I couldn’t possibly ignore it.

And one more thing.

Love this. Love him. Love us.

Yeah. It was impossible to name this heat between us as anything else. It wasn’t fading now that I’d gotten my kicks.