Chapter 9

[Thanks: a tip from Lonely Lily. I saw in the comments that some readers were feeling a bit uncomfortable with the paragraph breaks, so I’m adjusting them starting with this chapter.]

Liu Ruyan knelt on the carpet, tilting her face up at him, her eyes wet and glistening, her lips slightly parted, the tip of her tongue pressed behind her lower lip, faintly visible.

She looked like a little dog waiting to be fed.

Li Mo looked down at her and let his hand rest on the top of her head, his fingers sliding into her black hair. He could feel the burning heat of her scalp against his fingertips.

"Want it?" Li Mo asked.

Liu Ruyan’s eyes lit up. She didn’t say a word. She nodded frantically, rubbing her head against his palm again and again.

She looked up at him, the corners of her eyes red, a mist of moisture clinging to her lashes, pitiful and needy.

Li Mo’s throat bobbed. His hand tightened slightly, pressing down a little.

Liu Ruyan obediently lowered her head. Before her lips even touched the glans, her tongue shot out first, circling the tiny opening at the tip, then she opened her mouth and took him in.

Li Mo’s breath caught at once.

Liu Ruyan’s lips sealed around the groove just below the glans, the flat of her tongue pressed along the shaft as it rolled upward, her tip teasing back and forth at the most sensitive place, the frenulum.

She sucked with exquisite care, not rough pumping, but licking inch by inch, sucking a little at a time, like she was carefully tasting something delicious.

All the while, her eyes never left Li Mo’s face. She looked up at him with his hardest part in her mouth, but her gaze was innocent, pitiful, pleading.

The sight made it feel like something in Li Mo’s mind was burning.

His other hand moved down.

The way Liu Ruyan was kneeling left her completely exposed in front of him. Her two full white breasts were pressed together by the angle, pushing out a deep valley between them.

Her pale pink nipples stood erect, slightly hardened with blood.

Li Mo pinched the one on the left, trapping it between two fingers, and gave it a slight twist outward.

Liu Ruyan’s body jerked violently. A muffled moan escaped her throat, blocked by Li Mo’s cock in her mouth, the sound thick and heavy as it slipped out through her nose.

"Mmm..."

Her lips clamped even tighter. Her suction abruptly intensified.

Li Mo didn’t stop. He kept twisting that nipple, over and over, not with much force, but every time he made sure to grind across the most sensitive tip.

Liu Ruyan’s reaction grew stronger and stronger. Her shoulders trembled, her back trembled, even the knees on the carpet were shaking. With his cock in her mouth, her tongue was still moving, but her rhythm was gone now, her sucking gradually syncing with the shuddering of her body.

"Mm... mm-mm..." Liu Ruyan let out little whimpers like a puppy. The red at the corners of her eyes spread beneath them. Her tears didn’t fall, but they were already pooling there, desire stacking up inside her body.

The tingling pleasure from her nipples ran down her nerves and straight into her lower abdomen, burning to the base of her thighs. Her whole lower half was wet.

Her legs unconsciously pressed together. The muscles on the insides of her thighs tensed, wanting to rub, wanting to ease that deadly emptiness.

Li Mo saw it. He saw Liu Ruyan’s legs clamping, saw her waist twisting, saw her kneeling there and shaking all over, almost broken apart by him.

His hand on top of her head pushed down a little more.

Liu Ruyan offered no resistance at all. She sank lower under his pressure, her lips sliding down the shaft inch by inch until the whole thing was buried deep in her throat.

The muscles there reflexively contracted, squeezing and writhing around him.

Li Mo sucked in a sharp breath. The muscles around his waist tightened like a drawn wire.

Too tight.

Wet, hot, and tight, the soft flesh deep in her throat wrapped around him and sucked in wave after wave.

Liu Ruyan’s nose pressed against his lower abdomen. At last, tears spilled out, streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto his thigh.

But she didn’t pull away. Her eyes were still trying hard to look at Li Mo.

Tears in her eyes, his cock in her mouth, she looked up at him pitifully.

Li Mo spoke, the words forced out through clenched teeth, low and hoarse: "My little bitch isn’t allowed to take care of herself."

Liu Ruyan’s body froze for a second. Her legs had been clamping together and rubbing, but at those words she stopped. The tears were still flowing, her mouth was still full, but the look in her eyes changed.

Not aggrieved. Not pitiful. It was the expression of someone struck right in a vital spot, pupils widening just slightly.

She understood it. Or rather, she thought she understood it.

Master wouldn’t let her touch herself. He wouldn’t let her use her thighs to relieve the ache. She could only take him in, only be played with by him, only wait for him to decide when to give her what she wanted.

Edging.

Liu Ruyan’s body shuddered again, harder than ever before. Her fingers clamped tightly around Li Mo’s thigh, but her own legs loosened.

She didn’t clamp them anymore. Her knees opened a little, and kneeling there, the liquid between her thighs finally ran freely down to her knees.

She was obedient now.

Li Mo looked down at her, still twisting her nipple with his fingers, the other hand pressing on her head, feeling the suction deep in her throat. Pleasure surged up from his tailbone in wave after wave.

He couldn’t hold it anymore. His waist snapped forward hard, his whole body thrusting once.

Liu Ruyan’s throat was driven to its deepest point. She let out a muffled groan, and two more tears fell from her eyes.

Then Li Mo came down her throat all at once, in thick spurts that kept coming for several seconds.

Liu Ruyan swallowed with her eyes closed. Her throat bobbed as she took it all, mouthful after mouthful.

When the last wave was over, Li Mo’s hand finally loosened on the top of her head.

Liu Ruyan slowly lifted her head, spat out what was in her mouth, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show him it was clean, nothing left. She raised the back of her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, then wiped away her tears.

Still kneeling there, she looked at him and her lips curved. "Master is such a pervert."

Her voice was still trembling, hoarse from crying.

But she said it with a smile. "Not letting puppy touch herself... and not going all the way in either... deliberately making puppy feel bad..."

She bit her lip lightly, her eyes red, her expression the kind of grievance that came from being bullied hard, yet willingly so: "But... I like Master’s perverseness."

Li Mo sat on the sofa without saying anything, his chest rising and falling violently. He didn’t know what to say, because he hadn’t meant it at all.

When he said that, what was in his head was the system pop-up: [Sex function: not enabled]. He couldn’t do that final step, so he told her not to take care of herself and to wait.

Wait for what?

He didn’t even know what he was waiting for, but Liu Ruyan had taken those words as discipline.

Taken them as edging.

Taken them as him torturing her in the highest possible way. And then she said she liked it, and Li Mo covered his face.

"...Fine."

Liu Ruyan stood up from the floor, her legs a little weak. She steadied herself by gripping the sofa arm, then looked down at herself. The inside of her thighs were soaked through, and the skirt was already unwearable.

"I’m going to take a shower." She turned and walked toward the bathroom. After only a couple of steps, she looked back. Some of the color had returned to her face. It was still red, but no longer the kind of red that looked like she was about to break.

She looked at Li Mo, her gaze serious. "Husband."

"Mm?"

"If you won’t let me touch myself, then I really won’t sneak off and do it behind your back..." Her voice was so soft that Li Mo almost didn’t hear it.

"Whenever you want to use me like a fuck doll, I’m always here."

With that, she turned and left, her bare jade-white feet stepping on the carpet, her waist swaying slightly, each step leaving a drop behind her. Then the bathroom door closed.

Li Mo sat alone on the bed, and the only sound left in the bedroom was his rough breathing. He lowered his hand from his face and stared at the ceiling.

In his head, Liu Ruyan’s words kept turning over and over: when my husband wears me out like a fuck doll.

Li Mo’s fingers clenched the bedsheet.

[Sex function: not enabled]

He stared at those words, his eyes turning red.

"Someday. I’ll fuck you senseless!"

He said it to himself in his head. The sound of running water still echoed from the bathroom.