Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,93
changed. Although I paused by the window, Daddy didn’t want to wait at the bag check. He just led me straight to the playroom, his stride even and certain.
And Daddy knew best. No bag check, then.
I squeaked under my breath and followed him, trying not to breathe down his neck with excitement. I was close to naked in my little leather shorts and harness and collar, and Daddy wore his sexy red corset. I was the only one who knew that under his black latex briefs was a little black satin thong.
God, I was buzzing with a happy excitement I’d never known.
Rex handed me his duffel bag, and I clutched it to my chest like it was made of gold. I knew what was inside because I’d sat on the bed watching as he meticulously packed it: lube and condoms, gloves, some kind of balm in a dark blue unlabeled tub, the flogger I’d chosen, chains and handcuffs and metal clips galore…
“Wait,” he told me simply, and I nodded, watching him walk over to Seb, who stood against the wall with a bright vest. He must be working tonight, then.
I couldn’t help peeking around the room at everything that was going on. One man bent over a complicated-looking black bench while another stood behind him, raising his open palm. There was a sharp crack of skin on skin, and the kneeling man gave a glorious cry of surprise.
I squirmed where I stood, hardly able to wait another second to be in his shoes, with Rex behind me and guiding me the whole time.
“Come. It’s time,” Rex told me softly, taking the duffel and laying one hand on my back as he rejoined me.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, not questioning him. Daddy knew that the longer I waited, the more sick with nerves I’d be. Right now I was excited in the best possible way.
I didn’t even care if Isaac saw me. If he tried anything, Rex would get him banned. That made the creep powerless, and his presence didn’t matter to me anymore, so long as Rex was here with me. I had a real Daddy who had earned my trust and love and shown me how strong I could be—not just a wolf in Dom’s clothing wearing the name of Daddy to beat me down.
My heart thumped as Rex guided me to a large X-shaped cross of black metal and shiny steel rings. I’d seen these in videos, but I hardly knew how they worked. Luckily for me, I didn’t have to worry about that.
I stood obediently next to my Daddy as he set down his duffel and sorted through the contents.
“The rules,” Rex said, swiftly standing up when he was satisfied everything was ready for him. “Listen closely.”
I nodded and locked my hands behind my back.
“You don’t have to be silent—noise is fine—but no screaming.” Rex’s eyes glittered with amusement. “Save that for home later. It’s not polite to interrupt others.”
Ooh, yes, sir! I nodded.
“If Seb or another DM comes up and addresses you, they’re checking to make sure you’re safe. I can’t answer them for you. All you need to tell them is red, yellow, or green. Or you can use your safeword—or just say safeword, that works, too.” Rex rubbed my back, walking his fingers down my spine. “Apart from them, you don’t need to worry about anyone else. You only listen to me. Okay?”
I nodded, knowing what he was really saying. Isaac doesn’t matter. Then I hesitated, wondering if that meant he was here. The thought made me prickle with annoyance.
Rex’s hand stopped in the small of my back. “I asked Seb about him, too. You should know that he’s here tonight. Are you still okay going ahead with everything?”
I nodded before he’d even finished his sentence. If he thinks it’s safe, then I’ll do it. It’s my fantasy tonight, and he can’t get in the way of my life anymore.
“I told Seb, and he’s the best DM here. I trust him with my life and yours,” Rex told me, his voice still soft enough for me alone. “If he or anyone else stalks us, Seb will move them along.”
I was starting to feel like a bobblehead doll, but I nodded again, not sure what I should say.
“Are you ready?” Rex whispered. I heard a soft clinking and realized that he was holding the cuffs he’d used on me once before.
Oh, God. This was really happening! “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, turning my face to him.