Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,87

my own. This one was tender, though. Nothing like earlier. “You’ve made your Daddy very happy.”

“Please do that again. Especially if I tell you not to,” Slate murmured. He only now seemed to realize he was free, gradually uncurling and rolling onto his back. “But not tonight. Next time tonight, I get to come for real, or I might go insane.”

I chuckled, but I couldn’t imagine a better chance to tell him what I needed to next.

“Okay, my boy,” I agreed. “On one condition.”

Slate’s eyes flew open. He looked indignant as he stared at me, like he couldn’t believe I had the nerve.

I grinned, holding his look without flinching. “You get to come when we talk about your limits. Because I won’t let you pretend you don’t have any just because you trust me. Or because you want me to be happy.”

Slate blinked once or twice, and at last there was the tinge of sheepishness to his eyes that told me I was right.

“I’ve broken you tonight—for the better, I think…”

Slate nodded hard, eagerly, and pushed his hand into my chest, fingers curling like I was wearing a shirt he could grip.

I chuckled softly. “But I barely pushed you tonight. There’s so much more we could do. I need to know what will truly break you, because I can’t come back from that. And I can’t let you let me do that. Understand?” I stroked his cheek tenderly.

Slate pouted, but I leaned in and pressed a kiss on his lips. Heat burst between us, a sweet and mellow thing. And his resistance finally melted as his lips softened against mine. He let me suck his lower lip for a moment before pulling back with a chuckle.

“You win,” he whispered. Well, duh. “Let me think about it for a minute. Unpick… him from things. Figure out what I need.”

There was no question who he meant. Calm, I told myself, as I had to every time that asshole came up. I nodded slightly, so as not to scare him. Then I squirmed, pushing him with my shoulder further onto the bed as he laughed and scooted over to make room for me.

I stripped my underwear and tossed it aside before I could think twice about it.

There. I was naked. Was that so bad?

No. No, I wasn’t afraid of being vulnerable anymore. Slate had just let me break him to pieces, and hell, I’d just shown him my most raw parts, too. A little skin felt like nothing now.

Slate’s eyes widened, and then he smiled, saying nothing. He wrapped his arm around me and aggressively cuddled.

Our bodies skin to skin, nothing between us anymore, a long time passed and yet felt like no time at all. And it was… definitely not the worst.

At last, Slate pressed his lips against my neck. “Everything we did today is good,” he told me. “Chase me down. Spank me, slap me, scratch me. All over. Anywhere. Leave marks.”

I grinned and pressed my nails into his back playfully as he moaned his approval.

“Whips, paddles, anything,” Slate continued, breathless, and I noticed that his shoulder was forward. His arm twitched. My eyes widened and I pulled back enough to see his hand wrapped around his semi-erect cock.

This time, though, I didn’t interrupt. My beautiful boy had endured everything I’d thrown at him tonight, so I let him show off for me.

“Tie me up, order me… and toys are good.” Slate’s breathing turned harsh. He went silent for a minute, his eyes squeezed shut and lips parting. The fantasy playing out over his face was fucking enchanting to watch.

It was my turn to be flooded with an utterly reverential kind of heaven on earth. I kissed his lips gently, top and then bottom, and said nothing. Waited. Listened and learned.

“Call me your slut. All the things you did. I’m so small and helpless, Daddy. I like it when you make me cry. Surprise me. Want—want no to mean yes…” His hand pumped himself hard and fast now as his lips moved without words for a moment.

“Yes,” I breathed, staring at him. Memorizing every fucking moment.

“I don’t want to be in charge. I want you to be in control of everything. Body and soul. All of me, Rex. Please…” His voice rose, his hand shuddering and slowing as his eyes suddenly flew open.

“I’ve got you,” I breathed out, my whole body burning right along with his. And at last, at long last, my beautiful boy got to come without shame or