Page 173 of Terms of Exposure
His mouth stayed on me, gentling now, drawing out every last tremor.
Only then did he slide out from beneath me.
I heard him rise. Felt him move.
"Good girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the base of my spine. "But we're not done yet."
I was still trembling—aftershocks rippling through me, my mind floating somewhere distant and soft. The world had gone hazy at the edges, sounds muffled, sensations blurred.
Then I heard it.
A low, mechanical hum.
Buzzing.
"Do you know what this is?" Damien's voice was silk and sin.
I couldn't see. Couldn't move. Could only hang there, suspended and helpless, as the buzzing closed in.
"Yes, Master."
"Good." Something cool and smooth pressed against my entrance. "Then you know what's coming."
He didn't give me time to prepare.
The toy slid inside me in one slow, relentless push. I gasped at the intrusion—my body still sensitive, still swollen from his mouth—stretching around the thickness of it.
"That's it. Take it all."
The vibrations hummed deep inside me, a low, steady pulse.
Then he adjusted the angle.
And I felt it.
The little tail—a curved extension I hadn't anticipated—nestled perfectly against my clit.
"Oh god—"
"Wrong name," he said darkly.
The vibrations against my clit were devastating. Light at first—a teasing flutter that made my hips jerk in the rope.
The toy inside me pulsed in counterpoint, waves of sensation rolling through me from the inside out.
"Too much?" he asked, though his voice said he already knew the answer.
"I—I don't—"
He clicked something, and the intensity increased.
I screamed.
"Remember your safewords, love," he chuckled.
The vibrations sharpened, the tail pressing harder against my swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves. Every nerve ending was already raw from the orgasm he'd just wrung from me—and now this.
This merciless, mechanical pressure that wouldn't let up. Wouldn't give me a moment to breathe.
