Page 17 of The Vixen

Then release it and focus on my every inhale. Deep breaths enter and exit my lungs at a steady pace while I monitor the width of my trachea. Air wheezes through the pipe—damaged but working. Not crushed.

Luna rubs her cold hand up and down my cock with the eagerness of a Daddy-issued co-ed, her thumb slapping my pelvis with every forceful thrust.

My chest warms with the urge to laugh.

While my mind nags with the faintest and most ridiculous feeling of failure. Obviously, I did not teach my captive how to give a handjob.

She continues assaulting my flaccid dick for another minute while I stare straight ahead, numbers floating through my mind.

I feel it the moment she grows discouraged. Her hand slows. There’s a short pause, three glorious seconds where she battles with confused defeat, only to rise again with newfound determination.

Her body molds over mine while her lips part against my ear. Instead of jerking, her palm grinds my junk with a subtle sway of her body—heavy, sex-fueled breaths tickling. She flicks my earlobe with one sweep of her tongue and cracks her breath with a whine.

My cock stirs.

No.

I close my eyes and snap a slideshow of the first vile, dick shriveling things my mind conjures—castration, rotting flesh, Raven.

“Please,” Luna moans in a voice matching neither of her alter egos. “Please fuck me, Sawyer.”

My cock gradually fills her hand. I grind my teeth and keep on breathing, keep on directing my thoughts away from now. Away from the soft graze of her breasts along my arm, the vanilla warming my throat. The gentle curve of?—

Shit.

“I’ve missed your cock,” Luna whines, making me jump in her hand. She squeezes my length, then softens her grip and glides up and down—still too forceful. But my dick refuses to protest. “Can I use my mouth? Will you let me?”

Yes!

No. Jesus Christ,no.

Liar.

Deceiver.

Vixen.

My breath shakes so hard that I stiffen. Assess the belt.

It’s the same. It isn’t the reason my breath shook.

It’s just her. It’s…

My eyes close as my hips shift with her rhythm. Just once. Just one moment of weakness, one lapse of judgment.

That’s all it takes.

My eyes shoot open as my hands find Luna’s stomach. She rears back to look at me as I go to shove, but I freeze as the belt tightens. Her hand snakes from my cock to my balls, her eyes deadly as she squeezes with warning.

My hands lower to my side. “You’re wasting your time,” I wheeze when my pride won’t allow silence. “You’re fucking repulsive.”

Her grip slips as something twitches to life in her eyes. There’s a slight flutter of her lashes. A faint whistle of breath.

She drops her gaze to my chest, and the hollow of her throat dips as she swallows.

I think she’ll back away. Compose herself. Be smart enough to hide the utter obvious signs that she wants my approval, as well as my obedience.

She doesn’t.