Fury and shame raced against each other through Luna veins to see who would win, and she licked his fingers clean in her mouth, her hands bound uncomfortably above her.
Luna imagined a world in which she tore the tie free of the bed and wrapped it around his throat, wrapped it around and pulled it tight. But then that led to horrible strangling thoughts of her own, and Luna stopped that path of ideas before it could carry itself away.
βSure,β Luna said, her tone hard and non-committal. She felt like if she ate anything she would actually be sick though.