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{Chapter: 375: Giving Qiu Wanxi The Experience (1) [R:18]}
Lin Yuan's eyes roved hungrily up and down Qiu Wanxi's trembling form, his gaze heavy and palpable, as if he were already touching her. It was a look of pure, possessive approval. Instinctively, Qiu Wanxi tried to wrap her loose clothes tighter around her body, her face burning with a mixture of shame and thrill.
He chuckled low in his throat at her futile attempt to hide.
"Not yet," he clucked, his voice thick with promise. "In due time, everything will be bared."
He reached out and snatched her hand. His fingers brushed lightly over her knuckles, contrasting with the rougher, masculine texture of his own skin, before he brought her hand to his mouth. He pressed a kiss there—wet, warm, and lingering. While Qiu Wanxi was distracted by the sensation of his lips feathering the sensitive skin on the back of her hand, Lin Yuan pulled her sharply into him.
She gasped as she collided with his chest. His other hand slithered down her spine, resting possessively at the small of her back, his fingers splaying out to claim the curve of her waist.
His overwhelming presence was nerve-wracking, making her knees weak, but his touch grounded her. He guided her toward the massive four-poster bed. In the soft, dim lighting, the sheets shimmered—black silk that promised both coolness and friction.
He helped her climb onto the mattress. Her hands and knees slipped slightly on the slinky material, making her feel clumsy and exposed. He bid her to lie down on her stomach.
Qiu Wanxi obeyed, her heart hammering against her ribs. As she lay flat, she felt the hem of her shirt ride up dangerously high. She buried her face in the pillows, humiliated and aroused by the realization that the shirt failed to cover her backside at all.
She was grateful, yet mortified, that she had decided to keep on her panties. They were a scrap of translucent pink lace, barely covering anything, hugging her curves tight. She had worn them specifically for him, hoping he would like them, but now that they were on display, she felt incredibly shy.
When Lin Yuan didn't immediately join her on the silk sheets, she craned her neck, trying to see him through the curtain of her hair. She saw him fussing with something on top of the ornate bedside table.
Catching her gaze, he smirked and waggled a finger at her.
"Ah, ah, ah—no peeking. We are going to do something first to relax you. Close your eyes."
Qiu Wanxi obeyed instantly, letting her face melt back into the down pillow. She was trembling, waiting in the dark.
Soon enough, the bed dipped under his weight. She could feel his body heat radiating above her as he hovered over her form. lightly, he ran his large hands down the length of her back. As his hands traveled back up, he deliberately rucked her shirt up even higher, bunching the fabric around her shoulders until her back was completely bare to the cool air and his burning gaze.
She tensed, her breath hitching. She was practically nude now, save for the scandalous pink lace that did nothing to hide the cleft of her buttocks.
Sensing her anxiety, Lin Yuan placed a firm hand on the nape of her neck, squeezing gently. He leaned down, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.
"Relax," he whispered, his hot breath sending a violent shiver of pleasure down her spine.
It was a veiled command, and she had no choice but to obey. His weight shifted, and she felt him move to settle on his haunches, straddling the back of her thighs. The sensation of him looming over her helpless form made her core throb with a wet heat.
He placed something soft and impossibly light on the small of her back.
"We start with this, okay?"
Qiu Wanxi mumbled her assent into the pillow, her voice barely a squeak.
It became clear quickly that the item was a feather. She expected it to merely tickle, but Lin Yuan was a master of sensation. He didn't just brush her skin; he dragged the tip and the vanes of the feather slowly up her spine, tracing the line of her vertebrae.
The sensation was electric. It wasn't just a tickle; it was an agonizing tease. He traced circles around her sensitive sides, the soft bristles igniting a fire under her skin. She had no idea that a touch so light could feel so heavy.
"Mmm-A!"
A moan escaped her lips. Without realizing it, Qiu Wanxi began to move. She arched her back, her hips grinding involuntarily against the silk sheets, seeking friction to soothe the ache building between her legs.
"So sensitive," Lin Yuan murmured darkly.
He reached down and placed a heavy, firm hand squarely on her ass, squeezing the soft flesh through the pink lace to still her movements.
"Be good," he growled. "I haven't even started yet."
"I have not given you permission for that yet."
Qiu Wanxi let out a soft, frustrated whimper, her hips wiggling instinctively against the silk sheets in search of friction.
Smack.
Lin Yuan's hand landed on her soft, rounded buttock. It wasn't a hard blow, but the firm, resounding pat against her tender flesh sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
"No brats here tonight," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, dominant growl. "You be my good g¡rl. Good g¡rls receive nice things. Can you do that? Can you be my good g¡rl?"
"Ammm! Mmh-hmm!"
Qiu Wanxi nodded frantically into the pillow, her face burning. She wanted to be good. She wanted to be whatever he needed her to be.
The next thing she felt were his bare hands on her back. They were firm, large, and reverential. He stroked them over the expanse of her pale, trembling skin, and it felt good in a way different from the feather—it was more grounding, yet possessive. She felt the cool drip of oil landing on her shoulder blades, followed immediately by the heat of his palms spreading it. The spicy, aromatic scent filled her nose, relaxing her muscles even as her heart raced.
She expected a quick rub-down, but Lin Yuan proceeded to give her a god's honest massage.
His strong thumbs dug into the knots in her shoulders, releasing tension she didn't know she held. But it was a torture of its own kind.
Every now and then, his oil-slicked hands would wander down to massage the two mounds of her buttocks. His fingers dipped dangerously close to her hidden valley, grazing the inner curve of her thighs.
Qiu Wanxi bit her lip, her breath hitching. She couldn't decide if she was relieved or disappointed that he never quite touched her there.
Finally, his ministrations slowed. He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over her skin before his lips pressed against her spine. He kissed his way down, vertebra by vertebra. Like the feather, the sensation was maddeningly sensual, sending a phantom line of heat straight to her clit.
He didn't stop at the small of her back. He continued lower, turning his kisses into playful, wet nips on her soft cheeks. Qiu Wanxi gasped, burying her face deeper into the pillow to muffle her moans. As he shifted lower, she felt something hard and hot press against the back of her calves.
It was him. It was the evidence of his desire.
He paused, hovering right above her sweet spot. She squeezed her eyes shut, her body pulling taut like a bowstring, thinking, He's going to do it. He's going to touch me.
But he didn't. He gave one last, loud kiss to the meat of her cake before climbing off the bed.
Qiu Wanxi was left lying there—boneless, trembling, and flushed with confusion. Her body was crying out for him. She wanted to whine, to beg him to come back, but she remembered her promise. Be a good g¡rl.
When he returned to the bed, the mattress dipped heavily. He sat next to her and gently tilted her head so she was resting on his unclothed thigh. His silk robe was wrapped tightly around him, but the tent of his hard cock was obvious, straining against the fabric.
He began petting her hair with one hand, while the other held up an incongruous candle.
"We try something, yes? Special oil. Made for feeling good on the skin. You don't like? We stop."
Qiu Wanxi looked at the flickering flame, then at him. She wanted to please him so badly, but the sight of the fire made her hesitate. He looked down at her, his mismatched eyes boring into her soul, waiting for her consent.
"Will... will it hurt, Young Master?" she whispered, her voice shaking.
He grinned at her, a wicked, wolfish expression. "Only in the most delicious way."
She wasn't 100% sold, but she trusted him with her life. If she asked him to stop, he would.
"Okay..." she breathed.
He looked pleased with her acquiescence, like a boy whose scheme had just succeeded.
And then, he poured.
Drip.
"Ah!"
It was amazing. The slight sting as the hot wax hit her sensitive skin was immediately followed by a soothing, warm tingle as he peeled it off.
In no time, Qiu Wanxi was throbbing between her legs again. She bit the pillowcase, trying her best not to squirm, desperate for some pressure to relieve the ache. Lin Yuan used her whole body as his canvas—the hot wax found its way onto her inner thighs and even the sensitive soles of her feet, not just her back.
She was so lost in the sensations—her skin turned into a raw pleasure nerve—that she didn't immediately notice he had stopped pouring.
Or that his hands had moved to her hips.
Slowly, deliberately, he hooked his fingers into the lace of her pink panties and dragged them down.
The cool air hit her exposed sex, making her shiver violently.
His hand slithered over her bare cheeks, slippery with oil, and then dipped down. He pressed firmly at her perineum.
"Ahhh...!"
Qiu Wanxi let out a long, broken moan. Finally, pressure. She arched her back upward, pushing herself against his hand, shameless in her need.
"Ah—you're wet for me," Lin Yuan murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Soaking wet. So good."
She thought he was finally going to ease his fingers inside her, to fill the emptiness that was driving her mad. But he seemed content to torture her. He slipped his fingers up and down her wet slit—teasing her, coating his fingers in her juices—only occasionally stopping to press the pad of his finger against her tight hole without entering.
Qiu Wanxi was clutching at the sheets, wrinkling the expensive silk in her fists. She writhed around, her hips bucking, forgetting all about staying still. Regardless of her initial nerves, she needed him. She wanted him to insert those long, skillful fingers deep inside.
Suddenly, he stopped.
Qiu Wanxi barely managed to swallow a high-pitched whine of protest.
Lin Yuan let out a muffled chuckle. Confused and desperate, she looked over her shoulder.
Her eyes widened. She watched, mesmerized and mortified, as Lin Yuan brought his hand to his face. He was licking her juices off his fingers, cleaning every last drop of her essence with his tongue.
He caught her gaze as he tongued the webbing between his fingers, his eyes dark with lust.
"Very good," he praised, his lips glistening with her taste. "You are doing so well, Wanxi."
Qiu Wanxi preened under his praise, her cheeks glowing with a mixture of pride and leftover arousal. Being called a "good g¡rl" by him made her heart flutter wildly in her chest.
"Think you can try one more thing for me?" Lin Yuan asked, his voice low and silky.
Qiu Wanxi nodded eagerly, her trust in him absolute. He chuckled at her enthusiasm, the sound vibrating in the quiet room. He reached down and pulled her lace panties the rest of the way off, leaving her completely bare, but he allowed her the small mercy of winding the silk robe back around her shoulders as she righted herself.
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