Rhea POV
Suck on it.
Those words echoed in my skull, rattling every nerve in my body until I swore I couldn’t breathe.
I stared at the thick length in his hand, the veins running along it, the flushed tip so close to my face it made my throat dry. My lips parted on instinct but no sound came out.
Up close it looked even bigger. Did he really want me to put that in my mouth? If I could choke just on his thumb, then I’d be dead with this.
The thought made my stomach twist, but I knew better than to voice it. I desperately wanted to say no, to beg him for something else, but that would be practically asking for a death sentence.
What if I told him I didn’t know how? I slowly lifted my gaze to his face, hoping to find some shred of softness there, anything that might make him reconsider.
