Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,90

exposed me to God knows what! The chilling realization made me go still. The selfish, arrogant, abusive asshole.

But how much of it was my fault for seeking the pain he offered?

Rex’s arm slid around me, like he knew what I was thinking. I pressed the side of my head against Daddy’s shoulder, pushing my knees onto his lap and letting him hold me.

Safe. I was safe here, his grip warm and tight. Rock-solid.

He said nothing, like he was waiting for me to say more. And at first, I didn’t know what to say. But then the threads of my discontent began to knit together, and I burrowed into him. “I don’t believe in myself.”

“I know,” Rex said softly. “But do you trust your Daddy?”

I nodded before he’d even finished the sentence. “Always.”

No wonder I’d wanted to be his boy from the moment we met. I’d sensed that only he could give me that certainty I needed, wrapped both in soft tenderness like right now and in glittering coldness like I hoped was coming later.

“I know you’re capable of this,” Rex said. “You don’t have to do anything except tell me what you want, and then listen to me as I give it to you.”

I nodded slowly. I could do that: follow his rules and lose myself in the helplessness I so needed, when rational thought slipped away and I lived in the space between pain and pleasure.

What did I want to try first? I only knew a fraction of what was possible, yet the options already made me dizzy.

“I want…” I trailed off, finally looking up at him.

Rex gazed down at me, his hand rising to stroke my hair gently and cup the back of my head. “Yes?”

It was Daddy’s job to teach me what to do, protect me from Isaac, and even to decide when I got to come. All I had to do was relax and obey him.

The knowledge made me sink into that familiar, cozy cloud of bliss. From the outside, perhaps it would sound impossible to feel this kind of ecstasy at the simplest touch, but I couldn’t explain it.

God, it was hard to say out loud, but Daddy was listening so carefully that the words just spilled out without the shame I usually felt woven into these desires.

“I want you to whip me,” I whispered. “Tie me up and hurt me until I beg you to stop. Break me.” My chest was full now, just imagining how that would feel—being an object for his amusement, a toy at his every whim.

Rex nodded slowly, thoughtfully. “Flog, not whip,” he told me. “And you’ll pick out the flogger before we leave,” he told me.

I gulped. I didn’t know one whip from another, but Daddy could help guide me. “Okay.”

“And what about sex?”

I quivered, my skin lighting up as my cock grew thick in my trousers at how much control I was handing to Rex. He could display me—make me lose all control and spiral into ecstasy until I spilled my load in front of everyone. Or just use me for his own pleasure, leaving me aching hard and not allowed to do a thing about it.

“I’m yours to use,” I reminded him, my mouth dry. “Or not. No matter what I beg for, it’s up to you. As long as I get to come later…?”

My gorgeously mean Daddy hadn’t let me come even once since our incredible night of sex. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t love being at his mercy, but I couldn’t wait much longer. Otherwise his sheets were going to be a mess in the morning, and they looked expensive.

Rex chuckled deeply and ran his hand down my back until four fingers slid under my waistband, tickling at just the top edge of the crack between my cheeks. “Daddy will decide whether you deserve it, then,” he said.

I grunted, heat pulsing along my cock at the touch—his fingertips not quite far enough into my pants to touch my sensitive little hole, but my nerves on fire as if he were. I pushed my hips forward toward him. I could just about straddle his thigh and grind… but he pushed me onto my feet instead.

“Where are we going?” I barely stifled the noise of protest.

“Where I tell you.”

Fuck. Rex’s voice had slid from gentle questions to a darker surge of instinct now, that raw animalistic side of him seamlessly taking over.

I responded automatically, ducking my head and shrinking into myself. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered and locked