Page 167 of Terms of Exposure
The Dominant within him taking control.
My body responded instantly—a pulse of heat, a wetness gathering between my thighs.
"When I hearsalvationfrom those pretty lips," he said, "everything stops. Immediately. No explanation required. No check-in. Hard stop."
He bent to place a tender kiss on my mouth—brief, sweet, tasting of sugar from Rosie's homemade cannoli.
"No exceptions," he murmured against my lips. "No take-backs. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"Words, Emma."
"Yes. I understand."
"Good. Now say them for me."
I licked my lips, begging moisture to return. When I spoke, my voice came out hoarse.
"Mercy, Master."
"And—" I smiled, letting something wicked slip into my tone. "Salvation, Master."
He straightened to his full height. A low groan escaped him—guttural and wrecked.
"You have no idea. No fucking idea how long I've wanted to hear you say those words. To call me that."
His hand cupped my cheek, thumb stroking across my cheekbone with aching tenderness.
"One final rule, my love."
I waited, pulse thundering.
"You are no longer allowed to come without my explicit permission."
"There is something about the idea of you—" his voice dropped, roughened, "—trembling, dripping, teetering on the peak of pleasure. Begging me to let you fall."
I squirmed on my knees, thighs pressing together instinctively.
His gaze dropped. Watching. His lips parted, expression darkening.
Then he moved.
He dropped to his haunches in one fluid motion, knees hitting the carpet in front of me. His hand slid between my thighs, cupping the core of me in his palm.
"This," he said, voice taking on a feral edge. "You. All of it."
His fingers pressed, testing. Finding the wetness that had gathered there.
"Mine. Do you understand?"
I nodded, breathless. "Yes, Master."
His mouth crashed into mine.
He swallowed my gasp as he slipped a finger inside me—one long, slow stroke that made my spine arch.
I lifted my hands without thinking, desperate for something to hold onto—
