Page 176 of Terms of Exposure
Then deeper.
His grip on my head tightened, my body gliding back and forward through the air as he slid balls deep down my throat. I gagged—couldn't help it—but he didn't stop. Just held himself there.
"You're mine," he growled, cock pulsing in my mouth.
He eased back a fraction before plunging back in.
"Breathe through your nose," he instructed, voice strained. "That's it. Good fucking girl."
He withdrew with a snap of his hips, letting me gasp, letting me catch one desperate breath.
"Teeth, Emma," he ground out. "Remember to use your teeth."
I didn't.
He slammed back in, pain blinding as I gagged.
But still no teeth.
I wasn't a fucking quitter.
The vibrator pulsed inside me—relentless, inescapable. The pressure was building again, faster this time.
I tried to speak around him, tried to beg, but all that came out was a garbled moan that made him shudder.
"What was that?" he asked, thrusting harder. "I couldn't hear you."
Tears streamed down my face.
I was so close—so fucking close—the vibrations driving me higher, his cock filling my throat as I swayed in the ropes.
I moaned, louder now. Desperate.
The sound choked and broken around his thickness.
"Still can't hear you, love." His rhythm increased, hips snapping faster. "You'll have to speak up."
I sobbed around him, my body convulsing.
He pulled out.
Completely. Swiftly. Leaving my mouth empty and aching.
"PLEASE!" The scream tore from my throat, raw and ragged and utterly wrecked. "PLEASE, MASTER, LET ME COME! PLEASE!"
He stepped back.
My vision blurred with tears, but I forced myself to focus—to find him.
He stood before me, chest heaving, one hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. His gaze was black—pupils blown wide enough to swallow the color from his eyes. His mouth hung open, lips wet, breath ripping from him in wrecked gasps.
He looked like a god.
Watching his creation burn.
"Come for me, Emma," he commanded, his voice cracked and rough.
I screamed.
