Exposed to You (26 page)

“Perhaps you can take
some pictures of Amy,” Sam said.

Dallon’s cool gaze met
hers. “Perhaps I already have.”

Sam’s mouth actually
dropped open. It would have been funny if I weren’t completely mortified
knowing she’d understood his meaning.

“Luke and Sam are into
doing triathlons,” I said to change the subject. Sam frowned at me, but I
ignored her and carried on quickly. “They’ve both done really well. I can’t
even imagine doing something like that… I’d die.”

“Interesting,” Dallon
said, turning his focus to Luke. “What triathlons have you participated in?”

Though at first Sam
seemed reluctant to move off the topic of Dallon, eventually they became
engrossed in their own stories and Dallon kept them talking. I was relieved to
be able to just sit back and enjoy my friends getting to know my boyfriend.
Pretty soon it felt like they had known each other for longer than a night.

“Would anyone like
some dessert wine?” Dallon asked, standing and picking up the plates.

Sam and I both stood
to help, but I told her to sit and followed Dallon into the kitchen.

“I think it’s going
well,” I said, rinsing the first plate before putting it into the dishwasher.
Dallon handed me another one silently, and I rinsed and put it away too before
talking again.

“Don’t you think?”

“I have something for
you.”

His voice was rough, and
I straightened, turned to face him. He was holding a strange object in his
hands. It looked like a plastic tube with different shaped ends.

“What is it?”

“It’s midnight,” he
said, looking down at me with dark eyes.

I glanced at the clock
and back at the object. His fingers were caressing it almost reverently. He
stepped toward me and put a hand on my waist, holding me in place. The other
hand slipped under my skirt and I felt it against me.

“Open your legs.”

I looked up at him, my
breathing coming in heavy. “You can’t possibly be serious.”

“Dead serious. You’re
going to keep this inside you for the rest of the night.”

“Why?” I whispered.

His eyes narrowed.
“Are you really asking me that, Amy? I thought the deal was for you to obey me
for one full day.”

I swallowed and opened
my legs, my cheeks heating as he pushed the object inside me before moving my
panties back in place to keep it inside.

“What if it falls
out?” I whispered, my heart racing.

He smirked. “Don’t let
it.”

He pulled something
out of his pocket, held it up. “This is the remote. With a simple click, the
vibrator will turn on. Don’t do anything to upset me, and you won’t have to
worry about it.”

I didn’t move, still
in shock as Dallon began pouring the dessert wine into four new glasses. He
picked up two and handed them to me to take into the dining room. I was really
regretting my decision to stop Sam from helping.

Dallon leaned down and
kissed me on the nose. “Don’t worry; it’s one of the expensive silent ones. No
one will know.”

Bullshit, I wanted to
say to his retreating back. How would I manage to act normal with a vibrator
going off inside of me?

Walking the short
distance to the living room was torture as images of it falling out danced
through my mind. Dallon handed Sam and Luke each a glass and I quickly slipped
into my chair before handing Dallon one.

“Are you all right?”
Sam asked me.

“Mm hmm,” I said, my
mouth full of wine, even though I was supposed to be sipping it. The idea that
the vibrator could turn out at any moment had me on edge.

“You look a bit…
flushed.”

“It’s the red wine. It
always happens.”

Sam raised her
eyebrows and smiled, taking a sip of her own wine and studying me as she drank.
When she put down her glass, a half-smile tugged at her lips, one I’d seen many
times before. She was up to no good.

“So, Amy, tell me
about these pictures Dallon took of you.”

I almost choked on my
wine. She was grinning mischievously at me over the rim of her glass.

“Yes, Amy, tell her
about our photographs,” Dallon said, turning to smile at me as well, a twinkle
in his eye.

“Um, they’re very
good. Dallon is talented.” I kept my gaze on the tablecloth, knowing I was
bright red.

Sam laughed. “I
suppose I don’t have to ask the nature of the photographs.”

I peeked up to see
Dallon smile coolly at her.

“I’m sure you’ve
already deduced what you wanted to know. It’s interesting that you ask about
them though, because photographing Amy is on my list for tomorrow.” When he
turned to look at me again, his eyes were burning. “What do you say, Amy?”

I didn’t respond right
away, and the vibrator turned on. The feeling shocked me and I cried out
slightly and then coughed to cover it. Luckily it wasn’t set at a very high
level and Dallon had been correct that it was silent. He turned it off quickly.

“Sure,” I said meekly
and slipped lower in my chair.

Dallon patted my leg,
his hand slipping up my bare thigh toward my skirt. I risked a glance at him
and saw a trace of a smile on his lips.

Sam looked back and
forth between us and her eyes narrowed. She tilted her head to the side and
began spinning the base of her wine glass, looking contemplative.

“So now that you have
the new job, will it change your living arrangements?” she asked without
looking up.

“Sam,” Luke chided
softly.

What the hell?
I glared at her. What
was she trying to do? Beside me, Dallon stiffened.

“I’m going to stay
here,” I said softly.

“And what were you
saying to me upstairs?” She looked up at me and our eyes locked, and I could
tell that she was trying to get me to stand up for myself. Unfortunately, she
had no idea of the predicament I was in.

“Didn’t you say you
were going to start paying rent?”

The vibrator started
again and I grabbed Dallon’s leg and squeezed, willing him to stop. It was too
much; my heart was racing and I was dangerously close. The fear of being
exposed was a heady aphrodisiac.

Luckily, Luke had
turned on Sam with the last comment, scolding her under his breath, and they
were too preoccupied to notice us.

Dallon turned to look
at me, his expression hard.

I held his gaze.
“Please,” I whispered.

He shook his head
slightly and it was like a mask lifted. The vibrator switched off.

I was now breathing
heavily, my limbs shaking.

“Are you okay, Amy?”
Luke asked.

“Yes, I think I just
had too much wine,” I lied, putting a hand to my head.

He nodded and stood.
“We should get going.”

As Dallon said goodbye
to Luke, I pulled Sam aside. “What were you doing back there?” I demanded in a
whisper.

She sighed. “I’m
sorry. At first I was playing but it got carried away. He’s just so…
controlling of you. I feel like there’s more to him than meets the eye, and I
want you to be careful. Set some boundaries.” She paused for a moment, as if
unsure how to proceed. “I worry because of Michael.”

I pulled her into a
hug. “I know you do, and I love that. Just don’t torment him. It will only egg
him on.”

Sam frowned. “Okay.
You know better than I.”

I hugged Luke goodbye
and Sam held her hand out to Dallon. “Thank you for the nice evening,” she said
to him, but there was some hesitance in her voice. In contrast, he pulled her
into a hug, apparently in good spirits that she’d played into his hand.

Dallon closed the door
behind them and spun on his heel to face me, a predatory smile on his face.

“Can I take it out
now?” I asked immediately.

He cocked his head to
the side. “That was a silly question, wasn’t it? And you didn’t call me ‘Sir’.”

He pulled the remote
out of his pocket and held it up before turning it on. This time, the intensity
was doubled, and I bent over.

“Stop,” I panted.
“Please.”

“I love this,” he
said, looking at the remote appreciatively. Then his eyes hardened. “Bend over
the bar stool.”

I obeyed immediately,
hoping that pleasing him would help my case. As much as I struggled against it,
the feeling inside me was growing, fueled by the knowledge that I had no
control over my own body.

Dallon pulled my skirt
over my waist. “I’m going to spank you until you come.”

Shit. Hearing his
words, my insides clenched around the vibrating object, sending delicious waves
of pleasure through me. As the first slap came, my body jerked forward on the
stool, rubbing my swollen pubic mound against its surface.

“Please,” I whispered,
no longer sure if I was begging him to stop or to help me find release.

“You like this, don’t
you?” he chuckled. “You always try to resist, but you feel the best when you
give yourself to me. My greatest joy will be the day you admit it.”

The second slap came
and I was mumbling almost incoherently, agreeing with him, saying whatever he
wanted in order to make the feeling continue.

His hand stilled. “Ask
me to spank you.”

My cheeks heated at
the idea. I grasped the second bar stool for support, my legs shaking violently
beneath me.

“Beg me,” he said in a
low voice.

Oh, the humiliation.
The burning between my legs only increased. “Please, sir,” I heard myself
saying. “Please spank me.”

Dallon sighed almost
reverently. “Oh, Amy.”

And then the third
slap came, and I unraveled, clutching the stool tightly as the orgasm ripped
through me. I was panting, still grasping the stool, when Dallon gently scooped
me up and into his arms, carried me into his bedroom. There, he laid me on the
bed, my legs still weak and tingling. As he looked down at my exhausted body,
his gaze softened.

“I’m not going to fuck
you because we have a long day tomorrow,” he said softly.

“Thank you,” I
responded sarcastically.

He raised an eyebrow
at me, and I checked my tone.

“Thank you, Sir.”

The corner of his
mouth turned up. “Good girl. I’ll work on the dishes while you rest for a bit.
Then we’ll get ready for bed.”

The next morning, I
awoke in a haze, stretched my arm out to find Dallon’s side of the bed empty.
Groaning with disappointment, I was about to go looking for him when my iPhone
beeped. I rolled over and read the text message from Jackson.

How’s life with your sugar daddy?

 I rolled my eyes and
texted back.

Are you trying to bug me or looking to be
titillated?

He responded “both”,
and I laughed before sending another message.

Still getting used to it. This place is
amazing… Come over sometime and see for yourself.

I found Dallon on his
phone in the study. He was wearing a black suit, white shirt, red tie and red
pocket square—a combination that somehow made him look dangerous—sitting in his
leather chair and rotating it slowly from side to side. When he saw me, he
stopped, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t
realize,” I told him, turning to leave.

He put up a hand to
stop me but didn’t say anything, obviously still listening to his call. I
halted and he smirked, pointed at the ground in front of him.

My mouth dropped open.
He couldn’t be serious. He wanted me to do that
now
? While he was on a
conference call?

As I continued to
stand there, nervously fingering the strings of my sleeping shorts, his eyes
narrowed, his expression turning from mischievous to angry. He raised an
eyebrow, as if daring me to question his meaning.

I’d accepted his
challenge. I couldn’t let him win.

I swallowed and took a
step into the room, reassured by his resulting grin. As I neared him, he opened
his legs so I could step between them. I put my hands on his legs as I sank to
my knees, trying not to look as nervous as I’d felt. This was only my second
time and I had no idea what I was doing.

Dallon unzipped his
fly and pulled himself out, running his hand up and down as he looked back into
my eyes. I could hear someone talking on the line and prayed that he had his
phone on mute. I was too afraid to ask.

Grasping his thighs, I
pulled him to me, the chair rolling forward. Then I took him in one hand and
licked his length slowly, base to tip, my eyes on his the entire time. I
watched as his expression darkened and he inhaled through his teeth. The
conversation continued and Dallon’s mouth quirked up.