Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,95

head back into his shoulder and cried out. Surely to God he wasn’t going to make me finish in my shorts! Even for him, that was cruel.

I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed when he pulled his hands free again.

My eyes flew open just as the flogger’s bundle of tails landed along my back. And I made direct eye contact with the very man whose name had been in my mind for far too much of this scene.

In a split second, the image of Isaac imprinted itself on my brain, and closing my eyes now wouldn’t make a difference. He was there in the H-style harness I’d once been so attracted to, the flogger that had once hung from my dresser knob at his waist.

I didn’t grow faint or sick like the last time I’d seen him. Instead, defiance bubbled in my chest, hot and fierce—but it burned away any trace of the blissful foggy tendrils of subspace that had been wrapping around me.

The next lash against my thighs felt twice as hard—brutal in a bad way for the first time. I cried out louder than I’d meant to, throwing myself against the cross to try to squirm away.

Just before I closed my eyes, I saw it:

Isaac smiled. Thin, cruel, and… pleased. Fuck! Holy fuck, my gut roiled in an instant. I hated the idea that I’d given that worm a single ounce of pleasure—now or ever.

Icy regret flooded my veins, melting away my hard-on, making me shudder and gasp for breath.

“Is everything okay?” In the blink of an eye, Seb was somehow standing next to me, tall and calm and speaking only to me even though his friend—my boyfriend—stood by his elbow.

Fuck. How had he picked up on the first moment of trouble? No wonder Isaac had kept me away from anyone who could have helped me.

Stop thinking about him, damn it! God, I hated myself and my stupid brain that couldn’t seem to let go of that man. My eyes stung with heat.

Seb was waiting for my answer.

I gulped for breath and peeked for just a moment—but Isaac had melted into the crowd again. I closed my eyes again and hissed, “Green,” as I pulled against the wrist cuffs. “More, Daddy. Now. Now!”

If there was one way to earn punishment, it was trying to top from the bottom. And I wanted it—I wanted the blows, even if they felt too harsh, without the pleasure that had been making my shaft throb until a minute ago.

Rex hissed quietly. “You know that makes me want to stop,” he taunted me sharply. And then the fronds of the whip left my body, and I gasped, pushing back against the bonds.

Seb stepped back, melting into the scenery. Good. Good, I was losing track of my surroundings. But that wasn’t enough. I wasn’t floating away, I wasn’t disappearing until nothing except Rex meant anything.

“No, please,” I gasped. If he didn’t hurt me now, I was going to lose my shit. And nobody needed to see that. “Daddy. Please, I need—please,” I gasped. I couldn’t remember the right words to use, if there were any.

Maybe it was the desperation in my voice that won him over, but thank God, something did. Another sharp lash landed across my back, and I gasped, tears of gratitude springing to my eyes.

“My boy,” Rex whispered, punctuating it with another stroke. “My decisions. My pleasure to give or withhold.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered, my body tensing with anticipation between each of the rhythmic, heavy lashes. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry. Don’t hurt me, please, sir…!”

“I’ll hurt you,” Rex whispered, and suddenly my left thigh stung, and I yelped. “If I damn well want to.” Another blow on my right thigh.

My knees buckled, and now the cross supported my weight. I cried out, but words were fleeing from my mind.

And still—still, at the edge of my endurance—I couldn’t find the blissful release I so desperately needed.

My chest tight, my throat filled with a sudden lump, all I could do was fight back against every blow. My cock was hard but no longer throbbing with desperation for Daddy’s touch.

As abruptly as he started, Rex ran the tails of the flogger down my back, and then both his palms met my skin, rubbing every burning-hot patch of skin like he was soothing the sting from them.

I tensed up, resisting. I didn’t want it to be over!

“Good boy,” Rex whispered, his arm looping around my waist. “My beautifully good boy. My sexy fucktoy,