Hearing this, her breath caught, panic flaring as a memory surfaced—a scandalous rumor she'd overheard about Cassius.
They said he'd once thrust his cock so deep into a noblewoman's mouth that it reached her throat, altering her vocal cords forever, leaving her voice sultry and loud, as if branded by the encounter.
Vivi's heart raced as she was no stranger to small bites, always eating with a teaspoon because anything larger was hard to swallow. So, the thought of something so massive in her mouth terrified her—she'd surely cry, overwhelmed by the sheer impossibility of it.
"No, no, no!" She blurted, her voice high with alarm. "There's no way I can do that!"
But to her surprise, Cassius paused, his fingers still playing with her lips as he mused aloud, almost to himself.
"You're right." He conceded, his tone thoughtful. "That tiny mouth of yours couldn't handle my cock. It'd probably break your jaw."
