Page 178 of Terms of Exposure
He was behind me in seconds.
"Damien—"
"Master," he snarled, and then he was inside me.
No warning. No grace. Just the brutal, devastating stretch of him sliding in alongside the vibrator—filling me so completely I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but scream.
"Fuck—so tight—" His voice was wrecked, animalistic. "The toy—I can feel it—fuck, Emma—"
He stilled, buried to the hilt, his chest heaving against my back.
"Is this okay?" he gritted out, the words sounding like they cost him everything. "Tell me you want this."
Want it?
I wanted it more than my next breath. More than oxygen. More than sanity.
"Yes," I sobbed. "God, yes. Please, Master. Please fuck me."
"Thank fuck," he groaned.
"One more check," he bit out, voice tight with restraint. "Any pain that's wrong?"
"No," I cried. "Just—full. Perfect."
"Good. Then take it."
He didn't wait any longer.
His hips slammed into me, driving deep, the vibrator buzzing between us as he set a ruthless pace. The ropes swayed with every thrust, my body rocking helplessly in the harness, completely at his mercy.
"You feel that?" he growled, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Feel how full you are? How fucking stuffed?"
Drool spilled from my slack mouth—mixed with thetaste of him, the remnants of his earlier assault on my throat—dripping down my chin to splatter on the floor below.
The vibrator pulsed in time with his thrusts. Every stroke drove him deeper, drove the toy harder against that specific spot, drove me closer and closer to an edge that had grown much too familiar.
"Master—" The word came out broken, garbled. "Please—"
"Please what?" He punctuated the question with a thrust so deep I saw stars. "Please stop? Please more?"
"I don't—I can't—"
"You can." Another devastating thrust. "And you will."
He shifted the angle, and I shattered.
The orgasm hit without warning—violent, blinding—my body clenching so hard around him and the toy that he groaned like he'd been gutted.
"Yes—fuck—just like that—" His pace turned frantic. "Keep coming. Don't fucking stop."
I couldn't have stopped.
Hadn't since the beginning.
The pleasure was endless now—one peak bleeding into the next. I was nothing but sensation. Nothing but ropes and the man ruining me, the vibrator humming its relentless rhythm deep inside.
"Again," Damien commanded.
