Page 172 of Terms of Exposure
His tongue found me without warning.
The cry that tore from my throat was raw—desperate—inhuman. My body jerked against the ropes, but there was nowhere to go. No way to chase the sensation or escape it.
He licked a slow, deliberate stripe through my folds, circling my clit before pulling back.
"You taste even better like this," he groaned against me.
His mouth sealed over me again, his tongue plunging inside. His hands slid up my suspended body, palms skating over my stomach until his fingers found my swollen nipples.
His tongue worked me relentlessly as his fingers gripped and pulled.
I screamed when the pull tipped into pain.
"What are your safe words again?" he groaned against me.
"Mercy, Master," I cried. "And salvation, Master."
He rewarded me with another long, slow lick. Then another. Building a rhythm that had me writhing in the ropes.
His fingers pinched as he twisted and pulled.
"Fuck!" the word tore free from deep inside of me along with a sob.
He growled, vibrating against my clit as he closed his lips around me and sucked.
Hard.
My vision went white.
"Can I come?" I pleaded.
He didn't respond.
"Master!" I screamed, feeling the buzz beneath my skin turning into a roar. "Please can I come?"
"Not yet," he growled against me. "You don't come until I say."
I was going to die. I was certain of it. The pressure building inside me was too much—a tidal wave with nowhere to go, cresting higher with every stroke of his tongue.
His mouth shifted to my clit, sucking in tight pulses. He freed one hand, fingers sliding inside me, curling just right against that spot.
I screamed with need.
"That's it," he murmured. "Let me hear you. Let me feel how badly you need this."
His fingers pumped in a relentless rhythm, his tongue working my clit in tight, devastating circles. The ropes creaked as I strained against them, my body convulsing.
"Please, Master," I begged, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Please, I can't—I need to—please—"
He pulled his mouth away just long enough to speak.
"Come for me, Emma. Now."
His lipssealed around my clit again, fingers driving deep, and I broke apart.
The orgasm crashed through me like a wave breaking against rocks—violent and overwhelming. I screamed his name—his title—something wordless and broken. The suspension held me steady even as I shook, cradling me through every pulse, every spasm.
He didn't stop.
