stomach, bearing testament to the son she’d delivered, but otherwise, not a single flaw marked her body. The stories of her bathing in milk and honey must surely be correct.
Naked too, he stretched out at her side so he could look across her at me. His hand was dark against her skin. I knew how rough he could be, the hidden power in those cruel fingers that could make me squirm in pain or scream in bliss. Yet he touched her lightly, as though truly afraid that she might break.
Pieces of my heart cracked off and crumbled to dust as I watched him touch her.
He had never touched me so…hesitantly. As though afraid to mar my skin with a mark or upset me in any way. I didn’t need such care from him, and he had certainly been tender and passionate, not just violent or punishing, but still, my heart yearned for the same light brushes. His fingers were like down feathers barely kissing her skin.
“Whatever happens, Jin, do not look away.”
Still gagged, I could only nod my head to show my obedience. No matter how much it pained me, I would watch. I would see him touching her the rest of my life every time I closed my eyes. And to think, I once thought I enjoyed his punishments.
Watching him stroke his Empress so lovingly while I sat on my sore, swollen bottom was a most unique torture. It seemed like hours passed. Endless hours of soft, gentle persuasion, for I finally realized that was exactly what he was doing. She bit her lip, averting her face, her eyes squeezed shut so she could not see the face I treasured above my own life.
I had despised her before for not loving him as he deserved. Now, I pitied her.
As the Son of Heaven, he had been given countless women to love as he willed. Not to pleasure himself, not exactly. A woman well pleasured would give more chi to her lover. A dozen women offering their chi frequently and without hesitation made him an extremely powerful man. Now consider a hundred, and how much power he had accumulated as Emperor.
He would never take his pleasure and be done without making his partner experience as many climaxes as possible, for each spasm of delight increased his own virility and strength.
The Empress fought to keep her own power, but in this, she would lose. She couldn’t resist his slow, determined assault. She tried to silence her body and deny the need spreading through her, but he knew exactly where to touch, how to stroke, what to whisper. He’d been making love to her for years.
Empress Lei hated nothing more than surrendering her pleasure to him, and so naturally, that’s exactly what he demanded. If he’d used force or violence as he did with me, then she would gladly fight back. She’d be able to resist and deny her pleasure. But this slow, delicate assault left her no defenses.
So light and soft, he worshipped her creamy skin with his mouth and fingers until she couldn’t stifle her cries. Passion twisted her face, as well as hatred. Shame, too, for she saw me watching, as he’d ordered, and she hated me for seeing her brought so low. She didn’t want to need anyone, let alone him .
He slid into her in a slow, rocking glide. He made her sweat. He made her claw his back, digging her heels into the backs of his thighs. She flailed, tugging on his hair, her voice rising with passion, but she avoided his mouth. Every time he moved to kiss her, she averted her face, twisting away until her neck must be nigh broken. He allowed this disobedience as though it meant nothing to him, but he constantly tested her. At her weakest, most vulnerable moment, she lay quaking beneath him in climax and he managed to get the corner of her mouth before she jerked her face away.
He turned and let me see the cruel slant of his smile. Victory, yes, but he adored the chase as much as the victory. If she’d quietly and willingly opened her thighs for him and offered her heart and pleasure openly, then he wouldn’t have been so determined to break her spirit to his will.
To my
Naked too, he stretched out at her side so he could look across her at me. His hand was dark against her skin. I knew how rough he could be, the hidden power in those cruel fingers that could make me squirm in pain or scream in bliss. Yet he touched her lightly, as though truly afraid that she might break.
Pieces of my heart cracked off and crumbled to dust as I watched him touch her.
He had never touched me so…hesitantly. As though afraid to mar my skin with a mark or upset me in any way. I didn’t need such care from him, and he had certainly been tender and passionate, not just violent or punishing, but still, my heart yearned for the same light brushes. His fingers were like down feathers barely kissing her skin.
“Whatever happens, Jin, do not look away.”
Still gagged, I could only nod my head to show my obedience. No matter how much it pained me, I would watch. I would see him touching her the rest of my life every time I closed my eyes. And to think, I once thought I enjoyed his punishments.
Watching him stroke his Empress so lovingly while I sat on my sore, swollen bottom was a most unique torture. It seemed like hours passed. Endless hours of soft, gentle persuasion, for I finally realized that was exactly what he was doing. She bit her lip, averting her face, her eyes squeezed shut so she could not see the face I treasured above my own life.
I had despised her before for not loving him as he deserved. Now, I pitied her.
As the Son of Heaven, he had been given countless women to love as he willed. Not to pleasure himself, not exactly. A woman well pleasured would give more chi to her lover. A dozen women offering their chi frequently and without hesitation made him an extremely powerful man. Now consider a hundred, and how much power he had accumulated as Emperor.
He would never take his pleasure and be done without making his partner experience as many climaxes as possible, for each spasm of delight increased his own virility and strength.
The Empress fought to keep her own power, but in this, she would lose. She couldn’t resist his slow, determined assault. She tried to silence her body and deny the need spreading through her, but he knew exactly where to touch, how to stroke, what to whisper. He’d been making love to her for years.
Empress Lei hated nothing more than surrendering her pleasure to him, and so naturally, that’s exactly what he demanded. If he’d used force or violence as he did with me, then she would gladly fight back. She’d be able to resist and deny her pleasure. But this slow, delicate assault left her no defenses.
So light and soft, he worshipped her creamy skin with his mouth and fingers until she couldn’t stifle her cries. Passion twisted her face, as well as hatred. Shame, too, for she saw me watching, as he’d ordered, and she hated me for seeing her brought so low. She didn’t want to need anyone, let alone him .
He slid into her in a slow, rocking glide. He made her sweat. He made her claw his back, digging her heels into the backs of his thighs. She flailed, tugging on his hair, her voice rising with passion, but she avoided his mouth. Every time he moved to kiss her, she averted her face, twisting away until her neck must be nigh broken. He allowed this disobedience as though it meant nothing to him, but he constantly tested her. At her weakest, most vulnerable moment, she lay quaking beneath him in climax and he managed to get the corner of her mouth before she jerked her face away.
He turned and let me see the cruel slant of his smile. Victory, yes, but he adored the chase as much as the victory. If she’d quietly and willingly opened her thighs for him and offered her heart and pleasure openly, then he wouldn’t have been so determined to break her spirit to his will.
To my
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