She looked at their naked bodies and then up at the blocked doorway. There was no way she could dress fast enough before someone tried to door. And still his hands toyed with her breasts. She smiled him, then put strength in her voice.
“No, master! I have done nothing!”
He looked at her, an apology in his eyes. “Bitch! Whore!” he bellowed. Then he slapped her bottom with the flat of his hand. The sound was loud, the sting very real, and she cried out in real surprise. He immediately soothed her flesh with his mouth, kissing at the red marks, but it was a very real reminder of the dangers she faced. If they were caught, she would be out on the street or dead.
Then before she could think further he hauled her one leg up. Again, the movement was abrupt, the invasion startling. “Oh no, Master!” she cried. “No!”
“Silence, whore!” he growled, then his fingers began to open her up. His touch made her belly spasm and she whimpered.
“Oh no! Please forgive me!”
He leaned sideways, and his hair caressed her inner thigh as he pressed his mouth to her flesh. Her raised leg lifted higher to give him better access.
“Aie!” she cried out in stunned shock at what he did, but oh it felt so wonderful! His tongue burrowed and coiled. He pressed his lips flat against her body there, and while she shuddered and whimpered, he began to suckle.
Then he abruptly stopped.
“Painful cries, Ji Yue,” he whispered. “You must sound likeyou’re in pain.” Then he straightened his legs so that he lay on his side. As she watched, he lifted one hand and slapped it hard on his own thigh. The sound echoed in the tiny room. “Scream!” he mouthed without sound. Then he did it again, only this time as his hand descended, his other hand stroked between her thighs.
“Aie!” she screamed. “Aie!” she cried again as he repeated it.
And then he spread her wider, his mouth exploring her, and his tongue doing such wicked things.
“No!” she cried. “No!”
He lifted his head and looked at her, unsure. But she arched her back, she lifted her legs, and she begged him to continue.
“Please, please. I am a good girl,” she said, knowing it was a lie.
He grinned at her even though his words sounded cruel. “This is what happens to good girls.”
Then he slapped his own leg again as he delved between her thighs. Over and over he slapped and kissed–one hard sharp pull then a pause that lasted too long. Soon she was sobbing for real, but not in pain.
Her wriggling brought her more in alignment with his body–only reversed. His organ was before her face, thick and dark red. She smelled his musk and knew that she wanted to taste him again. She meant to touch him slowly–gently–but what he did to her made her hands unsteady and her body wild. She must have gripped him too hard because he gasped, his hold on her thighs tightening. That gave her the breath–and the boldness–to do what she wanted. She touched him lightly with her teeth, abrading around the head and rim.
He shuddered. “How did you learn that?”
She pulled away. “It is good?”
“Everything with you is good,” he said. Then he returned to his strokes with his tongue. Long slow brushes from back to front, then a swirl and a push at the peak where her tremors began. He repeated that over and over as she echoed his movements.
It was exquisite! Whenever her thighs tightened or her breath grew too short, he changed his tempo. He stroked slower, fuller, longer as she tried to hold on to the sensations longer. And as he worked on her, she tried to drink him. His hips seemed to move of their own accord, and he thrust large and thick into her. But then the sensations became too much. She arched her body against his mouth. She demanded more from him just as he pushed harder and hotter into her mouth.
Then he pressed his lips to that place. He flattened his mouth around it and began to suck, then stroke, then suck again with no space between each movement. She mimicked him–sucking, then swirl, then–
She erupted, her body convulsing in expanding waves.
She would have screamed, but he pushed deep into her throat. Her cry became a gurgle, and she was grateful. Then she had no thought as waves of delight shimmered through her. And it lasted forever! Or nearly so.
If only it could truly last forever...
If only they could...
If...
She slipped back to Earth. They had rolled apart, falling onto their backs so they had enough space to look down into each other’s eyes. She saw dazed joy shimmering in his eyes.
Is this love? she wondered. Was this feeling inside simply her body’s awakening as a woman? Or was it love? Could she feel this way with the Emperor? Or did it center on Bo Tao alone? She didn’t know, and that unsettled her even more. She eased back onto her side and focused on Bo Tao. The strainaround his eyes had eased, and she felt joy seeing it.
There were noises in the hallway: footprints, eunuch voices. She released a whimper for their benefit, making a mental note to put on her clothing so that she looked like she’d been beaten. Then she turned back to Bo Tao. She pressed a kiss into his belly, loving the way his muscles rippled in reaction.
This was love, she realized. She was in love with Bo Tao. She wanted to hide from the realization, but it had come anyway. She was in love with the Emperor’s best friend. She was in love with a man that she would see often, perhaps daily in the Forbidden City, but she would be married to someone else. And if her true feelings were ever discovered, then she would be summarily executed.
She turned away, not needing to force the tears that streamed down her face.
