Qingshui City~
It was oddly satisfying. A-li found an unexpected pleasure fixing Jinghua’s hair. She dipped the comb into the special hair elixir she had made. The warm mixture was rice water infused with pomelo peels, ginger, and fleece flower root from the garden out back. With a practiced dexterity, a skill she gained from years of fixing her foster siblings’ hair, she combed his hair, the silky strands gliding through her fingers as she gathered them. After adjusting his hair into a topknot, she secured the neat bun with a jade hairpin and moved on to his stubborn cowlicks.
The unruly curls seemed to have a will of their own.
She heated a small amount, a pea sized dab of beeswax in her hands, the scent of honey filling the air, and gently applied it to tame the rebellious coils at his temple. Pressing them down, she felt a sense of achievement as they yielded to her touch, creating a smooth and polished look. “I shouldn’t make you look so handsome. The neighborhood wives already gossip about you. But I can’t blame you for being attractive since you were born this way,” she said, admiring her work and Jinghua’s reflection in the vanity mirror, their smiles resembling each other. She rested her hands on his broad shoulders that had become ottomans for her legs during their late night activities. She tilted her head and spoke to him, “Just remember, you belong to me. I can tolerate others eyeing you,” A-li said, caressing his smooth hairless skin from his cheek to his chiseled jawline. Suddenly, she became smug, “And I must confess, I take guilty pleasure in knowing others fancy you while you come home to me. It’s a woman thing.”
“Don’t try to understand.”
She motioned for him to rise. “Now the last step.” A-li took a few steps back, making room for him to stand. With a purposeful touch, she handled his clothing with respect, lifting his summer robe, an emerald green cloak with gold brocade, which she loved on him because it complimented his golden olive skin tone just so. With her flattened palm, she pressed, smoothing out every wrinkle, helped him put it on and fastened it. She gave him a visual once over and told him he looked perfect.
She told him he was too perfect.
Jinghua told her she was biased as he blushed, telling her he didn’t deserve such praise or treatment, but he did love it. He cupped her face. “I’m sorry I’ve left you alone as much as I have. You must be bored.”
“Don’t worry about me,” she reassured him. “I knew this trip wasn’t purely for recreation and I can keep busy, and I’m not alone. I have company with Mrs. Ma and little Min, the new cook, and her niece. Today, we might go shopping.” She beamed, smiling brightly to show she was fully satisfied before sounding like an attentive wife. “I’m worried about you. You didn’t come back until past midnight last night again.” She sighed, “Promise me you’re not overworking and remembering to take breaks and eat.”
He replied. “Of course, I promise. There’s more work than I expected. Much to audit and accounts to be looked over, but this weekend I’ll take you to Crystal Lake, and you’ll have all my attention.” He extended his pinky and pinky promised her. He leaned over A-li. She was considerably shorter than him. Jinghua tilted forward and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
A-li stood on tiptoes, her lips meeting his in a sweet kiss, before she accompanied him and Qing Yuan to the front gate. She watched them go until they became small dots and vanished from sight. Before returning indoors, she greeted the wives who were seated outside, noting today they were sorting through and separating little green mung beans from their yellowed flowered branches. She considered asking for some to make mung bean and pork pancakes for Jinghua, but she had time to decide since he had been returning late in the evenings.
Remembering her promise to keep her parents informed about her trip, A-li proceeded to the sunlit bedroom where a wooden desk awaited her. Sitting down, she ground the inkstone until she had a sizable pool of black ink for her use. Just as she reached for the ink brush, the sound of the bedroom door creaking caught her attention. Mrs. Ma, the new cook, entered carrying a tray with a delicate porcelain teacup filled with fragrant, steaming tea and dainty osmanthus cakes. “Madam Li, please forgive my interruption,” Mrs. Ma announced herself, although it wasn’t really an interruption. In fact, A-li welcomed the company.
A-li had taken a liking to Mrs. Ma from the very beginning, as she was always cheerful and agreeable, ready to smile and laugh. Today, Mrs. Ma seemed to be in an exceptionally cheerful mood. She glowed with pride while discussing the exceptional quality of the tea harvested that year in Qingshui, her neighborhood. Mrs. Ma proudly declared that she had been born and raised in Qingshui City, her lifelong home. Whenever she spoke about her hometown, her heart-shaped face radiated with a youthful energy.
A-li listened with envy for the deep connection Mrs. Ma had with the land she called home, as she had never experienced that herself. As she listened to Mrs. Ma, A-li raised the teacup to her lips and felt the gentle warmth of the porcelain, which reminded her of Mrs. Ma’s own warmth. The tea itself was as wonderful as the cook had proclaimed. Newly picked tea had a unique freshness, developed tea lost during the aging process. She hummed, taking the first sip. The perfect blend of fresh green, earthy tones and subtle sweetness was pleasing to her taste bubs. Unable to contain her admiration, A-li exclaimed, “This tea is truly remarkable, even outstanding. I would love to bring some home for my parents. My father enjoys having fresh tea and fruit after dinner.”
“I can get as much as you’d like. This tea is from a new supplier that Mr. Hui found,” she shared, animated. A-li found herself fascinated and humored by Mrs. Ma’s minor harmless gossips, extensive knowledge of the town’s happenings, and her seemingly endless web of connections. It sounded like she was related to just about everyone in town.
“The tea broker, Mr. Hui, is married to my distant cousin. He doesn’t have all his teeth because of a childhood illness and he’s nothing to look at, but he is a trustworthy man. He’s working on bringing his business here and developing a delivery system for the town and surrounding areas. It might be an ideal opportunity to partner for your future tea, books, and women’s toiletries store. I can introduce you to him if you’d like.” Mrs. Ma suggested, then said. “As for the tea, I’ll get a few bundles for you when I see him later today. Discounted, of course.”
Although it was a cover story, A-li found the idea of having such a shop delightful. “There’s money inside the jewelry box by the bedside. Take as much as you need for tea and a little something extra for yourself and little Min for your excellent service. We’ll keep this a secret from Mr. Wu. A woman needs to have her own nest egg,” she said, thanking Mrs. Ma with a grateful smile, appreciating the unexpected friendship that had formed between them. Thinking the conversation over, A-li returned to her unwritten letter when Mrs. Ma approached closer and said, “Mrs. Li, since you’ve brought up the subject of a woman’s money.”
Mrs. Ma started to wrench her small hands nervously in her white apron, wringing them until the apron resembled a crumpled piece of paper and her hands. They became chapped and red. Her rosy cheeks paled. Her cheery disposition darkened in an instant. “I’ve kept this to myself for weeks, but you’re so kind and generous. I know Mr. Hua said he’s been working. However, he’s been going to the gambling hall, and I worry he’ll bankrupt you because I know his wealth comes from you.”
“A gambling hall? My husband, Mr. Hua? Did you see him directly?” A-li asked with subtle interest. Mrs. Ma shook her head in response. She hadn’t seen it personally. It was her husband, Mr Wu, who saw and told his wife a few weeks prior, but she had told him to shut up and not tell others while keeping it to herself.
However, A-li wasn’t daunted or perturbed. In fact, she found it hilarious. She let out a soft chuckle because she knew Jinghua too well to believe in such small town gossip, but as Mrs. Ma continued, her subtle interest became genuine interest.
“That’s not all. Mr. Wu’s fourth brother is quite a scoundrel. He works on a pleasure boat, arranging sexual encounters for customers with women and men for homosexual encounters. Mr. Hua and your brother went there, inquiring about young girls. Not just any girl, mind you. Shockingly, he specifically mentioned his desire for an uneducated orphan. It’s not an exact quote, but there’s mention he spoke of having a wife at home who wants a baby, yet he himself is not prepared for fatherhood. Instead, he prefers to keep a servant girl on the side, in secret.” Mrs. Ma spoke, but she stopped noticing the darkening expression on A-li’s face, as if a somber rain cloud had cast its shadow over her because A-li couldn’t control herself.
It was absurd. Absolute rubbish. A-li knew this was nonsense, but a strange feeling of unease settled in the room. Her irritation was hard to conceal, her arched brows furrowing slightly as she pursed her lips, sitting back in her chair with her arms crossed over her chest. She scoffed, letting out a disbelieving scoff; the sound of pure skepticism echoed the room. “I’m sure there’s a plausible explanation. I think it was a mis-sighting.” She stated.
Mrs. Ma chuckled edgily. The sound was clipped and forced as her red hands moved on to the table, fingers tapping anxiously on the desk. “There aren’t many men who possess the striking resemblance of your distinct husband,” she remarked, wide eyed and fidgety. The chamber seemed to grow tenser, as the weight of Mrs. Ma’s accusation hung in the tension dense air between them, but seeing A-li unconvinced yet growing sullen, she backtracked.
“But, perhaps, you’re onto something. Years of marriage have left me suspicious,” Mrs. Ma continued in a chipper tone one uses to lighten a mood. “It’s me. My senses jaded by the countless instances of men who wedded beautiful trophy wives, concealing them like delicate dolls within the walls of their homes, while indulging in secret affairs with concubines.”
“It’s a weakness men have,” Mrs. Ma concluded, her speech laden with an unusual concoction of acceptance and judgement. “For concubines, fulfill the night duties of a wife and will venture into dirty, sinful territories that wives dare not tread because regardless of the wording, they are sluts looking for an opportunity to become the madam of the house, but luckily not an issue for you. I feel like a fool for saying anything at all. Please forget this conversation ever happened.” Mrs. Ma said and took off from the room not as she had entered, with a cheery smile swaying her hips but she left frowning, scurrying away with a hurried, nervous scuffle of a walk
A-li watched her leave, feeling semi-amused. She chuckled at the sheer absurdity. She thought the slanderous conversation with Mrs. Ma went in one ear and out the other. Unfortunately, it occupied space in her brain like an unwelcome squatter. The story was preposterous, but what bothered her was him seeking a servant girl for a secret relationship, just like how he and A-li, who was then the servant girl Meihua, started. He had also mentioned having a wife who wanted a baby and A-li had asked for a baby the week before.
Still, A-li scolded herself for being ridiculous, and not trusting Jinghua, as she had dinner alone once again. After taking a long, hot bath, she drank some plum wine to help her sleep, and it worked. She barely stirred when Jinghua slipped into bed sometime well after midnight and, from behind, made love to her slowly. But she woke up outraged because of a nightmare of Jinghua cheating on her with another younger woman. Unable to fall back to sleep, for hours, she glared at his face while he snored, wondering if his face was the one of a cheating bastard?
She reminded herself to be sensible, but didn’t feel the urge to interact with him. She stayed in bed and pretended to be sound asleep when he left for work. However, her distrust got the best of her and she finally got out of bed. She packed lunch and hand-delivered it to the local magistrate’s office. But there wasn’t an audit, and no one had heard of Jinghua. The building was empty, and the magistrate wasn’t new. He had been in the position for twenty-five years and was currently in the capital, celebrating the Quxi festival and visiting his pregnant daughter.
With a confused mind and unanswered questions, A-li went back to the manor and withdrew into her room. Throughout the entire day, she engaged in internal arguments. She held the belief that Jinghua was virtuous and not a villain. However, the things she had uncovered were like seeds planted, and once her doubts took hold like roots, even the smallest moments of wavering faith, similar to watering a malicious weed, her uncertainty only intensified. As much as she wanted to talk things out, she remained mute when Jinghua came back past midnight. Just like he had done on countless nights, when he reached out to make love to her as he usually did before falling asleep, she couldn’t bring herself to reciprocate. Instead, she flung her arms and slapped him twice, kicked him away, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket like cheung fun, a rice noodle roll , and lay motionless on her back, pretending to be asleep.
The next morning, she had planned to stay in bed until he left, just like the day before. But he woke her up with his smile, the one that always made her heart skip a beat. However, today was different. She felt an intense urge to slap him repeatedly. At breakfast, she barely ate and avoided eye contact, preferring to stay silent. When she tried to fix his hair, she intentionally tugged it so hard that she yanked a handful of hair out of his head. And while helping him dress, she pulled his collar with such force that the hem tore. Last, when he kissed the top of her head goodbye. She pushed up deliberately, causing him to cut his lip against her hard skull. Jinghua never raised his voice when she hurt him or questioned her unusually obnoxious behavior. He thanked her and told her he loved her. This made her feel remorseful and guilty. Nonetheless, her guilt didn’t stop her from following him to the gambling hall, proving the gossip to be true. Meaning her hero was a cheating, moralless rat bastard.
All the way back, she cursed herself for her ill-fated romance with a rogue. Her dress was tear stained and her eyes puffy and red when she returned to the manor with tears streaming down her face. She cried until she had the hiccups and packed her belongings. She wrote Jinghua a brief letter with only two words. The first started with an “F”. The other with a “Y”. She thought she would be long gone and not have to see the cheater’s face when, unexpectedly, he returned before dinner, breaking his usual routine. But instead of crying or throwing accusations. She remained composed. Her eyes were swollen and bloodshot but dry, devoid of tears. She didn’t utter a single word. She opted for silence. Yet her actions spoke volumes. With a swift and forceful motion, she flung the inkwell filled to the brim with ink at him.
It was disappointing when it missed him altogether and shattered on the wall behind him.
Jinghua’s reflexes were lightning-fast, his body moving with the precision of a predator. Not a single droplet of ink dared to touch his skin, leaving him unmarked. However, the suddenness of the event left him frozen in place, his heart pounding in his chest. He stood there, nervously licking his lips, his slanted eyes wide open unnaturally, gazing at her in utter disbelief. The intensity of her glare pierced through him like daggers, rendering him speechless. Slowly, he found his lost voice and stammered and stuttered.
“What’s happened? A-li.. is…is something wrong?” he asked, and she wondered how he could be so dense. People didn’t get inkwells thrown at them without reason, and she felt the bitter pang of realization that she was in love with an absolute idiot. The weight of this revelation settled upon her, causing her to laugh at herself manically. From outside, the sound of hurried footsteps approached with an almost frantic rhythm. Qing Yuan burst into the room with a sense of urgency. The disarray of the room and broken inkwell met his eyes, yet with the same level of idiocy as his best friend, Qing Yuan, questioned the obvious. “A-li, are you upset?”
She stopped laughing. There wasn’t anything that funny. To her core, they infuriated her further. Fueled by her anger, she grabbed a nearby vase, its porcelain cool and slick as it left her fingertips. With a swift motion, she hurled it towards Qing Yuan. Sadly, much to her chagrin, much to her dismay, he caught it effortlessly, his reflexes matching Jinghua’s. She inwardly cursed their agility, their ability to dodge her wrath.
She glared at Jinghua, then Qing Yuan, not knowing whom she hated more. With both hands raised in a calming gesture, Jinghua slowly approached her, his faint footsteps barely audible on the polished floor. His voice, gentle and soothing, cut through the chaos like a lullaby. “A-li, use your words,” he implored, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please, stop hurling things. You could hurt yourself. Please.”
A-li carefully planned out every word she would eventually say to Jinghua while folding her clothes and placing them in her suitcase. She rehearsed her speech repeatedly until it flowed effortlessly. But now, standing in front of him, the weight of her anger clouded her mind, rendering her unable to recall a single phrase. She stayed mute as time ticked while the trio engaged in a tension-filled staring contest until she demanded an answer. “I went to the magistrate’s office. You’re not auditing. I followed you earlier today. I saw you going to the gambling hall. But why a pleasure boat? And why are you seeking underage girls? What’s the reason for deceiving me?”
“Oh, that’s why you’re this angry?” Qing Yuan said before he and Jinghua exchanged glances, giving each other side-eyes. Concern turned into amusement for Qing Yuan and he burst into laughter. A-li realized nothing provokes an angry person further than getting laughed at. Why was she wasting her time? Why was she enduring such humiliation? Trying to reason with foolish people made her the biggest fool of them all. “I’m going home. Don’t try to stop me!” she shouted. Jinghua replied, “I won’t hold you back if you insist, but hear me out.”
“I didn’t tell you this because it involves unpleasant and repulsive subjects. I wanted to protect you from the ugliness in the world and ensure you only experience beautiful things because I love you. I’m sorry for lying, A-li, but my intentions were good,” Jinghua confessed. He then proceeded to tell her everything.
A-Li~
Acid and bile rises in my throat and my mouth waters. I’m speechless, but I might vomit.
The shame. The remorse. I’m overwhelmed with complete and utter shame that I wish for the earth to split open, creating a sudden hole where I could vanish. “You do believe me, right?” Jinghua pleads, his shaking voice filled with uncertainty. I respond with a silent nod, but my red face, burning with embarrassment, lands in my hands, emitting a groan of despair.
“I must have temporarily lost my mind. I don’t know what I was thinking.” I grumble, my words laced with disgrace. The intense heat from my flushed face seeps down through my body, causing my limbs to tingle with numbness. The weight of disappointment in myself is unparalleled, surpassing any other experience in my entire existence. The shame is too profound that tears refuse to flow, and I find myself unable to lift my head, unable to bear the thought of meeting his gaze. “I’ll leave. I won’t ask for your forgiveness because I don’t deserve it.” I mutter under my breath.
Jinghua replies, “Noone is going anywhere. Come here,” he whispers as he slowly opens his arms. They stretch wide, eagerly awaiting me. I throw myself into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body instantly surrounding me. I inhale his scent, clean skin and mixed with his fragrance pouch hanging on his waist. The tears I had been holding back unleash, fill welling up in my eyes and fall down my face. They dampen his clothes.
“I’m sorry, Jinghua. I’m so sorry. My behavior is unforgivable,” I blurt out, sobbing and feeling immense emotional pain in my chest. He softly and lovingly caresses me, his understanding flowing through his fingertips as they gently stroke the nape of my back. I truly don’t deserve this man or his love.
Jinghua is the epitome of goodness.
“It’s justifiable. I understand. You had every right to be angry, A-li,” he murmurs, his voice soothing like a lullaby. “And you’re not the only one at fault here. We’re both equally to blame. I should have been honest with you, and you should have trusted me. Let’s agree that we’ve both acted foolishly.”
Qing Yuan sees us and leaves quietly. My tears continue to flow. His thumb gently brushes away the moisture from my cheeks. His eyes, filled with a mixture of remorse and affection, trace the contours of my face. Suddenly, his expression twists into a playful grimace, and he teases, “This face you’re making now is bad. You’re ugly when you cry.” He repeats what he used to tell me when I was a child.
A faint chuckle escapes my lips, blending with the soft sound of his laughter. With a swift motion, he reaches for his sleeve and dries my running nose. “Hush,” he hushes me, his hand patting the small of my back in a soothing rhythm, reminiscent of a parent comforting a child. The weight of his presence, the sincerity of his apologies, and how he readily, quickly accepts mine, ease the turmoil in my heart. I pucker my lips to his. He kisses me but pulls back, hissing and sucking in air.
He points to the cut on his lips. “Did you do this on purpose this morning because you were angry with me?” I dry my eyes with the back of my hand, stare at him with my most innocent gaze and lie, “No, no Jinghua. I’m not that petty. It was an honest mistake.”
His eyes narrow into suspicious little slits and his lips presses into a tight line. “What about last night? Did you intentionally slap me..twice?” He questions, but it sounds more like an interrogation.
I gasp bewildered, most confounded, turning my innocent gaze at him and lie again but with more sentiment. “I slapped you last night? Oh, I’m sorry. I drank too much and passed out. The wine here is stronger that I’m used to.“ I lean in and scrutinize his lip, shaking my head, concerned. “Oh dear, that’s one heck of a boo-boo. I’ll go fetch a poultice to help the swelling.” I caress his cheek and say, “I’ll be right back, my love.” I turn to leave. I’m two steps away from escaping when he comes walking..no sliding past and blocks my path to freedom, then spins around to face me.
Hesitantly, uneasily, I let out a soft, uncertain laugh, but my smile radiating with an undeniable cuteness. Resorting to my feminine charms, I bat my eyes at him, then say, “With great power comes great responsibility,” Because I’m rambling nervously. I recite a quote I once heard without truly understanding its meaning. Then, in a melodic voice, like a song being sung, I suggest, “Jinghua, given the weight of what we’ve shared tonight, I recommend you find moments to rest when possible and preserve your stamina.” Putting heavy emphasis on the word stamina.
His almond-shaped eyes pop open wider. “My stamina? Don’t fret about my stamina. I have plenty to take care of you,” he confidently declares, sounding both dominant and suggestive.
He forcefully kicks the door shut, the resounding boom reverberating through the room. The walls rattle. The vibrations shake the silk screens, sending a shiver down my spine. With effortless strength, he readily flings me over his shoulder, his grip firm yet gentle. As I soar through the air, hanging upside down and seeing stars, a rush of exhilaration mingles with a subtle unease, heightening my senses.
He carries me across the room, treating me as if I’m a sack of rice. Eventually, he carefully sits on the edge of the bed. Placing me on his lap, facing downwards, I feel a tingling sensation as if ants are crawling beneath my skin. He lifts my dress, revealing my bare backside to the refreshing cool air. “Jinghua, stop kidding around,” I reason with him, feeling the delay in his movements and thinking he’s teasing me. Surely, he can’t be earnest? Surely, he can’t be serious, but much to my chagrin, he most certainly is.
“Ouch, that hurts!” I yelp, my shriek, and the sound of skin on skin echoing sharply. I moan as his palm stings my bottom, enduring a sharp pain that overwhelms me and takes my breath away. I wave my balled fists in the air to show my indignation. I stiffen my body like a wooden plank. “Jinghua, I’ve never been spanked before. Let me go!” I scream, squiggling and squirming like an earthworm on his lap, but his grip only tightens.
“There’s a first for everything,” he says. His stern and strict voice strangely sounds fatherly. His palm comes down swiftly, delivering another sharp sting that’s harder than the ones before. My bum is on fire and it ignites greater heat on my already burning skin.
“Tell me what you did wrong, and I’ll stop,” he says and I hear the pure desperation in my voice as I plead with him, “Wait! Don’t spank me again. You yourself said it was a misunderstanding, and we were both equally guilty.”
He’s not listening to me. My reasoning is useless. My words are ignored, falling on deaf ears. Each smack brings me further agony. The sound of flesh hitting flesh is overwhelming. “Please… Fine! I admit it!” I give in, my voice wobbling as much as my rear. “I meant to do it. I intentionally slapped and kicked you last night. I purposely pulled your hair, tore your cloak, and cut your lip with my head this morning.”
I speak the truth, and he strikes my cheeks in punishment. He doesn’t show any signs of stopping, so I accept my punishment and stop resisting. I doubted him and believed he was capable of terrible acts, so I deserve this discipline. I earned to be spanked, and he delivers. He smacks my behind a few times more and says. “I don’t care what happens to me,” he continues, “What worries me is you going into a dangerous place like a gambling hall. If anything were to happen to you…” He lets out a heavy sigh, his exhale brushing against my feverish skin. With the gentlest of touches, he pulls my dress back into place, covering my nudity. Lifting me from my prone position, he settles me on the cool floor by his feet. His eyes meet mine, a mixture of frustration and worry evident in his exhale through his nostrils. “A-li, please promise me you won’t act so recklessly again.”
“I learned my lesson.” Grumbling in a faint voice, I sound childish, because nothing in the world makes one feel more like a child than a spanking. “Jinghua, I was wrong. I’m ashamed of myself. I don’t know what came over me. Thank you for reprimanding me.”
He speaks quietly, trying to soothe me with his gentle voice. “Hush, it’s over, A-li. Let’s bury our misunderstandings. We can let go of the past and never bring it up again.” His forgiveness, his willingness to let things go, should be enough, but it isn’t. I still feel unsettled and I don’t understand what’s happening to me, but my body feels alive and hotter than my bottom. I slowly sit back on my knees and fidget by his feet. I don’t know what else to do. However, this uneasiness isn’t just from the argument or spanking. I’m also trying to ease the growing warmth and moisture between my thighs.
Jinghua stares at me in silent fascination. His piercing gaze, both seductive and steely, makes me feel a warm flush spread across the areas his eyes seem to touch. He then tells me to stand and undress completely. I follow his instructions, undressing under his watchful eye. He closely watches and follows my hands’ every movement as I unbutton and undo the fastenings. My breath quickens as my dress slides down and pools at my feet. “Kneel,” he taps the floor and commands, pointing to a spot on the ground with his foot.
I obediently sink down and kneel where he has shown me and wait even though I don’t know what I’m waiting for. He unties the ribbon in my hair and runs his long fingers through my flowing locks. Then, his hand wraps around my neck, making me feel both powerless and submissive. Despite not scaring me, the gesture feels dominating and controlling, and it is terribly arousing. While still gripping my neck, Jinghua wordlessly removes his belt, causing the ornamental jade piece to fall to the floor with a thud. With one hand free, he takes off his coat, loosens and unties the silk sashes at his waist, and presents his thick, swollen phallus.
My breath shudders. I lick my lips, suddenly impatient and hungry at the sight of his impressive girth, and he notices, squeezing my neck a little harder. He guides his hard member to my mouth, brushing the pre-cum dripping tip across my lips, tracing the contour of my mouth. He slides the crown through the seam of my mouth and orders, “Open.”
With the pressure and firm grip of his hand around my neck, I don’t dare disobey. Obediently, my mouth opens, and he slips his cock inside. As the tip brushes the roof of my mouth, the familiar taste and smell of him fills my senses. The salty, sweet flavor of his male sex smears deliciously coating the top of my tongue. “Use your hands too.” He orders. My hands move up and grasp him mid-shaft, stroking and jerking him off as he thrusts in and out of my mouth but slowly, leisurely, as if teasing himself, teasing me.
“You’ve been a bad girl today. You were a brat,” Jinghua growls, his breathing speeding up. The constraint around my neck tightens as he applies a bit more tension, showing me he controls me. “You’ll have to make up for it and do as you’re told until you know how to be a good girl. “I moan around his member in my mouth. I increase the momentum of my hand and tongue, sliding them up and down. My eyes involuntarily close from my arousal, losing myself in the pleasure of pleasing him. “Open your eyes.” He orders and I do as I’m told. He smirks ever so slightly when he sees the fiery lust burning in my gaze staring back at him as I take his manhood into my throat as deeply as I can until my eyes water.
“Look at me,” he says. “See what you do to me? Look at the mess you’ve made.”
He’s so big and his shaft is solid, hard as a boulder and throbbing. He’s slick with spit and leaking pre-cum, penetrating my mouth in a non-hurried and gradual pace. I whimper around his girth. I can feel him twitching in my mouth, pulsating with life, and I can’t wait to swallow him down. “Such a good girl, taking me so deep,” he rasps. “Keep doing what you’re doing, but open your legs so I can watch you touch yourself.”
It’s sickening how eager I am to please him. Saliva from my mouth drips down my hand, sliding down my arm before landing the top of my thigh and pooling. I’m a wet, hot mess. My eager hand moves between my thighs and my fingers glide through the evidence of my arousal, gathering and spreading it around. Two fingers inside penetrating my lower flower to the same pace that Jinghua is entering my mouth. The speed of him fucking my mouth quickens and my fingers follow and match his timing. I’m close. My climax is near.
“Do you want to come, A-li?” I moan in reply, nodding but he responds sounding cruel, “I’d like to let you but you’ve been a naughty girl today, so don’t you dare finish when I do.” Then he penetrates my gaping mouth, rougher and faster. My body hums and shakes from unreleased tension, but I greedily, eagerly, take everything he gives me, his gift to me, his male sex. I devour him deeper, faster, watching his arousal soar. The pleasure I give him escalates as he is overcome by sexual nirvana.
His girth, his member, widens so the corners of my mouth nearly split. A deep groan echoes through the room, followed by an intense pulsating. “Swallow it all,” Jinghua gasps, his breath raspy, his words strained, as he comes hard, spilling into the back of my throat and I swallow every drop. He empties and pulls his spent member from my mouth. With his fingertips, he pushes the hair hanging in my face and tucks it behind my ear. He whispers huskily, “That’s my good girl.”
I run my tongue over my swollen lips that feel inflamed, and my tongue tastes like his male sex, the flavor of his sweet as molasses, his seed still fresh on my tongue. My eyes are watery. I’m a mess, a wet, sticky, panting, and aching mess. My fingers are still between my legs, moving slowly as the tips circle and massage my clitoris. “You have my permission. Make yourself come.” He says. I moan and writhe in place. I’m on the edge, ready to tumble and fall over, but hesitate, blushing. I drop my eyes to the floor shyly as my hand moves away from the crux of my femininity.
“No.” His command, harsh and stern, startles me and I raise my eyes to meet his. “I didn’t say stop.” He tells me, his grumbly voice low, the tone dominant, the inflection demanding obedience. I’m uncomfortable, but I start again, moving in slow, steady circles, rubbing and massaging my sensitive, throbbing nub. “That’s a good girl,” he praises, hunger drips from his eyes, ravenous, observing the intimate show he’s requested but seemly to grow annoyed when I delay.
“Did I tell you that you could stop?” His command startles me again, halting my fingers once more. “Please Jinghua.” I plead in a needy whimper, but I’m unable to continue pleasuring myself. “I’ve never done this with someone watching. It’s embarrassing.”
“Don’t be. You’re beautiful. Now finish for me.”
“Please don’t make me. This is humiliating.” I turn my head to hide my blushing face. “Please Jinghua,” I beg, a subtle sob breaking through my plea. He replies, “Shh, don’t cry. Finish and then I’ll hold you and kiss you.”
I start again, moving my fingers faster, the friction causing my body to tense. My legs are trembling. The embarrassment and arousal mixing into a delicious concoction. He’s enjoying the show, the sight of me pleasuring myself for his entertainment. My heart pounds erratically in my chest and I feel hot. Overheated. My need to climax overshadows my embarrassment, but sadly, my lesson in obedience isn’t over.
“Stop.” he directs suddenly. I could cry from being pent up and my pebbled nipples ache from being hard for too long. Wordlessly, I obey, whimpering, my tense body vibrating from the loss of orgasm. My breath is erratic, and tears prickle the corners of my eyes. My core, empty and pulsating, aches. I need relief.
“Now crawl onto the bed and lie on your back.” I obey him, crawling and climbing onto the mattress. The silk sheets are cool and soft beneath me. He’s standing, looming over me, his greedy eyes traveling the length of my body.
He pushes my joined legs up and over, folding me in half, fully exposing my lower treasure to him most suggestively. He rubs the length of his hardness against my quivering slit. “When did my good girl get so wet?” he murmurs. His cock, hard, hot, and ready, torments me. His swollen tip rubs through, separating my folds, sliding against my sensitive pearl. My breath catches and a needy, urgent moan escapes from the back of my throat. He presses the head to my entrance. My body trembles in response, waiting and expecting his entry.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take your discipline?” He asks in a controlling tone that brings on another surge of wetness between my folds.
My head shakes as I nod rapidly. “Yes, Jinghua.”
“Beg me to have and use you in any way I want because you belong to me.”
“Please Jinghua… I’m yours.” I pray in earnest. I plead in lust. I beg in pure desperation. “I’m yours to use anyway you want and need.”
“Good, because I’ve waited all day for this,” he growls and grunts as he enters me, pushing himself deep, burying his cock, balls deep, until his pelvis rests, riding me so hard with pure restraint, owning me. He grunts again, louder, his thickness filling and stretching me. Barely two strokes in and I’m already losing control, eager to surrender to ecstasy. But he cautions me, “Hold it. You need my permission.” Then he unleashes his desire, skillfully driving into my inner fire, pushing me relentlessly to the edge. Just as I’m about to plead for release, the words trembling on my lips, he gently licks my ear and growls like a wild beast. He snarls, “You’re doing so well, my good girl. Come.”
He allows me to climax, finally giving me his permission, and I do with a madness. My intense orgasm crashes over me like an unstoppable wave, savage and relentless. “Jinghua!” I call out, a loud lascivious gasp of pleasure, his name leaving my mouth in a long, drawn-out, breathy moan. He thrusts and drives his thick shaft deeper into my slick, wet walls, penetrating me, pounding into me with wild, reckless abandon. My body recognizes him to be my master. My hips follow, move, meeting him, thrust for thrust.
“You do not know how many times I have to adjust myself when I get aching hard, just from the mere thought of you,” he growls, gravelly and throaty. “You drive me crazy.” He groans, his voice a low rumble in his chest, vibrating with his words. My feminine core tensed, and the knot in my stomach swiftly unravels, like a ball of string kicked forcefully. “Jinghua,” I gasp, feeling the waves of pleasure intensifying, rising higher, threatening to crash once more after my recent climax.
“That’s it, my good girl. Let go. Let go for me…On me.” He tells me to go and allows me to climax again. I do as I’m told.
“My god!” I shriek and scream his name. “Jinghuaaaa!” He pushes me towards my peak with violent pounding strokes. His neediness thrusts into me with intensity and speed as he breaks me from the inside out. My body spasms and my legs shake uncontrollably. An intense pleasure shoots through every nerve ending in me. Another wave of bliss, but stronger than the others, clashes into me, rendering me too sensitive and sore to orgasm again. I can’t speak, just moan, gasp, and whimper. My mind feels blank, my ears ring, and my vision turns white.
My body and breath shudders. Jinghua thrusts one last time, pushing deep into me, and I feel him swell and pulse inside. A low groan escapes his lips, and he stills, his male sex throbbing, his body trembling. “That’s it. You feel so good. I’ve wanted you all day, just like this,” he pants, his words a strained, labored rasp. “I needed this,” he whispers. “You, us. This.” His eyes meet mine. His dark, slanted eyes are filled with passion and tenderness. “I needed you.”He groans, getting off me and lies on his side, pulling me into his embrace, then says, “A-li, marry me here. We’ll bow to heaven and earth at Crystal Lake. Be mine forever.”