Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,94
smiled at me. His heels made him about the same height as me, so all he had to do was lean in to brush our lips together. “I’ve got you,” he whispered.
I closed my eyes and sighed, the stress bleeding from the muscles between my neck and shoulders. “Yes, Daddy.”
Rex’s strong hands guided me up to the frame, and then he raised one hand at a time. I paid close attention to his movements, quickly figuring out that my wrists and ankles would be clipped down to leave me spread-eagle. Now I knew what I could play at resisting next time.
I kept my eyes closed until all four of my limbs were restrained, my body suddenly taut. There was enough room for me to pull a few inches away from the bonds, but that was it.
When I opened my eyes again, I took in the situation. The cross was exposed to the open air, which meant that I could see across the room.
No sign of Isaac, though. I just saw Seb standing there against one wall, impersonally scanning the room like he was memorizing the details. He made eye contact with me and nodded slightly, giving me just the ghost of a smile.
I can do this.
I closed my eyes and sighed, shifting my weight as I tugged at my wrists. No way I could get loose from these cuffs. But unlike usual, I wasn’t already drifting into that place where my own body seemed unreal.
This is all just too new, I thought. I’ll relax. Come on, Slate. Chill.
I yelped and rocked against the cross with surprise at the tickling sensation against my back. Then I realized it was the strands of the whip against my skin as Rex dragged them gently upward to my shoulders, then let them trail back down my body again. They went over my ass, where I barely felt them.
Would Daddy untie me to strip me? I wanted to feel them better. The tickles resumed against my bare thighs, down to the backs of my knees and shins, and back up my body again.
I ground my teeth with impatience. I needed the stinging pain, not this gentle foreplay, to slip away from my thoughts.
“You like that?” Rex whispered. His fingers tightened in the hair at the back of my head, and then he leaned in so only I could hear him. “You’re going to like it even more in a moment, my beautiful little pain slut.”
Oh, yes! That described me to a T! “Yes, sir,” I whispered, my throat suddenly dry. “Please…”
Rex chuckled. “I’d ask if you mean please, yes, or please, no, but it doesn’t make a difference, does it?”
Crack. In a split second, he pulled back and lightning-thin bolts sprang across the skin of my middle back. And holy fuck, I went taut from head to toe with the pleasure that followed in its wake. I hadn’t felt a flogger in far too long.
“Oh!” I cried out softly and closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to pick me up and tug me gently down that river of pleasure like a tiny, helpless dinghy in the ocean’s swells.
It didn’t find me. Not yet.
No sooner had I caught my breath than another stroke landed across my shoulder blades, and then my lower back. Even through my shorts, I felt the muffled impact of the tails against my ass and then my thighs.
Fuck, yes! As red-hot lines etched themselves into my skin, the tension gradually sank from me like a lead balloon, leaving me floating. But however much I thrashed and gave my Daddy little cries of encouragement, I couldn’t let go entirely.
I peeked through my lashes to see if people were watching.
No, I couldn’t fool myself. To see if he was watching. And I couldn’t even tell if I wanted or dreaded it.
No sign of him.
I gasped as rough hands fumbled with my waistband, but there was no escaping. “Daddy! No, I’ll be…”
“Exposed?” Rex breathed out, his voice coming in short, harsh pants over my shoulder. He embraced me, shoving his hands down the front of my shorts, and suddenly he was cupping my half-hard shaft, squeezing it tightly between his palms. “Exactly where I want you.”
However much I gasped in protest, Rex pressed up against me, the buckles of his corset digging into my bare back.
Gently, he rolled my stiffening cock back and forth between his palms in the confined space, every drag of friction against the sensitive shaft painfully erotic.