Page 175 of Terms of Exposure
"Then come."
He clicked the vibrator to its highest setting.
I screamed until my throat went raw, the toy pulsing inside me as the tail wrung every last drop of pleasure from my shattered nerves.
And still it didn't stop.
The vibrations kept going—kept building—and I realized with dawning horror and ecstasy that I was coming again. Or still. I couldn't tell.
The pleasure had become one continuous wave, cresting and crashing again and again until I couldn't remember what it felt like not to be drowning in it.
"That's it," Damien's voice cut through the roar. "Let go."
I shattered.
Again.
And again.
"You're so beautiful when you come, Emma."
He said it every time.
The vibrations lowered to a steady, maddening pulse that kept me hovering on the edge without pushing me over.
A whimper escaped me along with a tear.
"Shh," Damien soothed, his footsteps circling.
He appeared in front of me, muscles gleaming in the low light, cock straining thick and hard before my face.
"One thing before we continue," he said, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. "Your safe words won't work with my cock down your throat. So if you truly need me to stop—" he dropped to my level, eyes meeting mine, "—you bite. Teeth. Understand?"
I triedto nod.
"Words, Emma. This is important."
"I understand, Master. Teeth if I need you to stop."
His grin grew wide, fire sparking in his eyes.
"Open."
I obeyed without thought, lips parting, tongue sliding out in invitation.
"So eager," he groaned, both hands holding my skull in place as he slid himself inside. "So fucking perfect."
The first taste of him hit my tongue—salt and musk and Damien—and I moaned around him, the sound vibrating up his length.
His hips jerked.
"Fuck." The word punched out of him. "Do that again."
He slid deeper, and I moaned, letting the vibrations from my throat travel up his shaft. I watched through my lashes as his head fell back, tendons straining in his neck.
Then he moved.
Shallow thrusts at first. Controlled. Letting me adjust to the angle, to the stretch of him filling my throat.
