Page 174 of Terms of Exposure
"Breathe," he said—steady, controlled. "What are your words?"
"Mercy," I gasped—wrecked, overwhelmed. "Salvation—"
"Good girl. Now stay with me."
"You're clenching so hard," Damien observed, his hand smoothing over the curve of my ass. "I can see it. Your body is trying to pull it deeper."
I whimpered, unable to form words.
"Does this feel good?" he asked, his voice softening for just a moment.
Did it feel good?
It felt like I was being torn apart and remade all at once. It felt like too much and notnearly enough. It felt like drowning and flying and burning alive.
"Yes," I gasped. "Yes, Master. Please don't stop."
He chuckled. "Wasn't planning on it."
Another click. Another level.
My body bowed in the ropes, spine arching impossibly deeper as the vibrations intensified. The tail against my clit was ruthless now—tight, buzzing circles that had me hurtling toward the edge with terrifying speed.
"You're going to come again," Damien said. It wasn't a question. "I can see it building. The way your thighs are shaking. The way you're dripping around the toy."
"Please," I sobbed. "Please, Master, I can't—it's too much—"
"You can." His palm steadied my hip. "And you will. As many times as I want."
The pressure crested—unbearable, blinding—
"But not yet."
A broken sound tore from my throat. I was balanced on a knife's edge, every muscle screaming.
"Hold it," he said. "Show me how good you can be."
Tears streamed down my cheeks, my toes curled against nothing. The toy hummed relentlessly, the tail buzzing against my clit in a rhythm that felt designed to destroy me.
"Master—please—I'm going to—I can't—"
His hand cracked against my ass.
The sharp sting jolted through me. I gasped, the sensation grounding me just enough to pull back from the edge.
"Better," he said approvingly. "Again. Hold it."
Another slap. Another burst of clarity.
But the vibrations didn't stop. If anything, they seemed to intensify—or maybe I was just losing my grip on reality, my body betraying me one tremor at atime.
"Please," I begged, voice cracking. "Please, Master, I'll do anything—"
"Anything?" I heard the smile in his voice.
"Anything."
He leaned close, his lips brushing my ear.
