Page 168 of Terms of Exposure
He tore his mouth away with a growl.
"I didn't tell you to move."
I slammed my hands back down onto my thighs. The sharp slap of skin on skin cracking through the air.
"Good girl."
His finger resumed its slow, torturous rhythm—in, out, curling.Making me see stars. His free hand slid up from my hip, trailing heat across my stomach, my ribs. His fingers wrapped around my throat.
The grip tightened—teasing, testing.
My head fell back.
My body had ignited.
My hips rocked forward, chasing friction, chasing him.
"Patience," he murmured against my ear, his grip flexing around my throat. "We haven't even gotten started."
Chapter forty
Emma
He released my throat and stood in one fluid motion.
The loss of contact left me gasping.
"Stand," he commanded. "And follow."
My legs trembled as I rose from the pillow, the leather releasing my knees with a soft whisper. I kept my hands at my sides, fingers curling against my thighs, resisting the urge to reach for him. I followed him through the room and under the gleaming metal disc hanging from the ceiling.
Damien circled behind me, to the table near the wall—the soft slide of rope through his hands, the quiet clink of metal.
"Tonight's scene is shibari. Rope and intimacy," he said, coming to stand in front of me. "Do you consent?"
"Yes, Master."
He grinned, not kind, not sweet, an evil, wicked thing.
"I'm going to touch you now," he explained. "Just my hands, at first. Getting you used to the contact. Warming your skin."
Long, sweeping strokes down my arms. Across my back. Over my shoulders and down again. Not sexual—not yet—just touch. Connection.
"Shibari requires preparation," he said, voice low and instructive. "The body needs to be warm. Relaxed. Ready to receive the ropes."
His hands swept down me, pressing into the muscles along my lower back. I exhaled slowly, tension I hadn't realized I was holding melting beneath his touch.
"The ropes aren't restraints," he continued. "They're an embrace. They hold you the way I hold you—firm, but never cruel. Supportive, but never suffocating."
His knuckles traced the curve of my waist.
"Tonight, we start simple." Damien's lips brushed my ear, his breath warm enough to make me shiver. "A beginner's inversion… just enough to let you fly without overwhelming you."
Fly.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Master."
