Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,86

Far from it—it burned brighter than ever, in a way I was utterly unfamiliar with, which fucking floored me.

Just like in the restaurant, I was back to scrambling for my senses. But there was one more task left, and I could do that. Yes. I latched eagerly to the thought and slid onto the bed next to him, pulling my satin thong back up over my softening cock.

I bent my head and pressed my lips to the tip of Slate’s cock, suckling the droplets of intensely musky, salty precum.

With no warning or chance to prepare himself, Slate cried out and thrashed, but the chain between his cuffs was a little too short to let him turn on his back. So he was trapped on his side, his body twisted and trembling with the strain.

“Fuck!” Slate whimpered, and I sucked my cheeks in and bobbed my head.

I swallowed him right to the base, sharply swiping my tongue under the tip as I went. Then I pulled back, bracing myself with a hand behind his ass, and bobbed my head hard and fast.

There was no mercy even in the way I sucked him off, no chance to linger and enjoy the moment. I could feel his approaching climax crashing toward him in the way his cock swelled in my mouth, and his whole body tensed up as stiff as a board. His cries went from full-throated to harsh, short, tense.

And now… my final trick.

“Daddy…! D-I’m—” Slate gasped, his voice harsh. “Oh my God!” He no doubt thought I was going to swallow his load and treat him to the orgasm of his life.

But he hadn’t really met me if he thought that. I held my breath, not just because of the impending orgasm, but paying attention to every tiny flinch and gasp.

“Yes…!”

I pulled my head back just as Slate spilled over the edge, my hand flying to his hip to hold him still as his whole body thrashed forward and back with the shock of the sudden absence of pleasure.

And as his eyes flew open and the scream ripped from his throat, I grinned down at him.

Ruined his fucking orgasm at exactly the right moment.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuuuuuuck-no-please-fuck-Daddy-fuck-please!” Slate’s lungful of air rushed out of him, but it was too late now. His cock was pulsating, spraying the bed in front of him with the heat of his release but none of the pleasure.

I reached for his cuffs before he was even done, anticipating what was about to happen. I fumbled with the catches and straps, loosening the cuffs and letting them fall to hang around the bedpost again.

Slate choked up, curling in on himself as tears flooded him, his hands balled into my chest and the bedsheets, and he cried.

I curled myself around him, one hand on his chest and the other on his back, holding him so tight against me that it felt like we might just merge into one. My breathing was labored, too, emotion ripping through me.

Not guilt, though. Nor was it simple, uncomplicated pleasure. It was a mind-altering, potent brew of yes and no. I couldn’t bring myself to regret what I’d done. It was exactly what Slate needed, like it or not.

And deep in my soul, like a rainstorm in a desert, his tears filled a void in me that I had no other way of reaching.

“I know,” I whispered, pressing my lips into his hair.

Slate only choked and pressed his face into my chest, his thighs shaking helplessly. I swallowed hard, squeezed my eyes shut, and waited. Held him. Stroked him gently.

“Beautiful,” I whispered. “You’re so beautiful. Such a good boy. You deserve the best things in the world, honey.” And more words—of reassurance and praise, everything I sensed he needed. Words to soothe the very needed stings my earlier words had left in his soul.

He drank them in, pressed close to me. A minute passed, and a few more. His tears and trembling slowed until finally a sluggishness overtook him. Gradually, he slipped out of subspace into the pure exhaustion I’d expected.

All the tension gone from his body, Slate finally pulled back and murmured, “Thank you, Daddy.” His smile was dizzy, and relief tinged my cheeks. “I… I didn’t know… but I needed that.” His voice rose in wonder. “How? Why? That shouldn’t…” He gulped for air. “But it feels good…”

I was right. I closed my eyes for a moment, and God, I basked. “Good boy,” I whispered again, opening my eyes to meet his smile with