14. Only Hands and Feet
Chapter fourteen
Only Hands and Feet
Lei
I wished everyone would leave me alone. Everyone, except Monique.
The rest could go somewhere else, anywhere else.
There my harem stood, lavishly dressed and adorned with jewelry.
They were all beautiful women of different complexions, shapes, and sizes. Tall and short. Curvy and slim. Usually their hair was in various styles—long and wavy or short with corkscrew curls. Individual braids or afros. Ponytails or elaborate updos.
Even their clothes tended to be different. Some loved silk. Others relished in lace. Many picked satin. Yet, the color always remained some variant of blue—cobalt to turquoise, sapphire to berry.
But today, they all had on the same long black wig and crimson red lingerie.
Are they pretending to be Chanel? Have I not told them over and over to stop doing that?
Rage rose within me.
I stepped off the elevator and sneered at them. “Leave!”
They all scattered. Some shrieked.
Yet, the Chief Consort remained right where she was. Ming Yui was the first woman my father assigned to me.
By the time I reached eighteen, damn near all of Paradise City knew I was in love with Chanel.
Still, Chanel seemed to not be aware.
Meanwhile, my parents stepped in like it was some emergency and began providing me with women that they believed were more suitable to stand by my side.
That was how the ridiculous concept of the harem began.
Ming Yui represented the proper women of the East. Her father Guan had served as my father’s Red Pole —the military commander. When it was time for war, he oversaw all defensive and offensive operations.
Ming Yui was his fourth daughter. Being that girls were never seen as the most prized member in an East Paradise family, he considered her high position in my harem as honorable enough.
I thought the job was disgusting and demeaning.
I didn’t require anyone to serve my cock on a fulltime basis, yet my father was adamant that I keep her along.
Soon he added more and more.
I scowled at Ming Yui.
Dressing like Chanel? Why would she think this was okay?
The stupid wig covered Ming Yui’s long jet-black hair. The too-revealing red lace body suit looked outrageous compared to her signature blue satin gown that she usually dressed in.
I narrowed my eyes. “I said leave.”
Ming Yui slowly crossed her arms over her breasts. “Mountain Master, we are here to serve you during this time of great sorrow.”
“Serve me by going back to Paradise City.”
“How can we truly serve you, if we are so far away?”
“Go.”
“I will walk you to your suite, run a warm bath, wash you, and even give you a massage—”
“I want you to leave.”
“I am going to stay.” Ming Yui moved her gaze to Monique and then dropped it to the handcuffs on our wrist. “What is this? Who is she?”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “When am I to ever answer your questions?”
She pouted. “We are here to comfort you—”
“I asked you yesterday and the day before to leave me alone and keep the rest of the harem away. I told you I needed peace while I mourned. I said I wanted silence.” I raised my hand and showed her one finger. “That was your only job, and here you are today. You bring them to this hotel and stand with the others dressed like. . .”
The vision of Chanel’s dead body flashed in my mind.
Pain drenched my heart.
My voice grew shaky. “Why would you do that? I was. . .doing a little bit better, and now. . .”
Ming Yui gazed down at the ground. “I thought the red clothes and the wigs would please you.”
“How would that please me?”
“We can be Chanel if you would just let us.”
“You cannot. Never say that again!”
“Let us please you, Mountain Master.”
“Yesterday, I told you what would please me.”
“Yes, but then Aunt Min thought you needed to be serviced while in Glory—”
“There will never be a day when Aunt Min decides when and what happens to my cock!” I growled. “Pack up your things along with the others and leave! Now!”
Ming Yui put her gaze on Monique. “Is she your prisoner?”
All-encompassing rage bubbled inside of me.
Loudly clearing his throat, Chen stepped forward. “Duck, show Lei where his suite is. I will deal with. . .everything else.”
I slowly turned to Chen. “Make sure they are far fucking away from me.”
“I will.”
“And tell them all that they are never to dress like Chanel again.”
Chen bobbed his head. “Those were my thoughts exactly.”
I shook with rage. “And Chen?”
“Yes.”
“Get me a movie. The title is the Caretaker. Apparently, it’s a slasher.”
Chen raised one eyebrow. “But you hate horror.”
“I want to see it this evening.”
Chen held out his hands. “ This evening?”
“Yes.” Sneering at Ming Yui, I guided Monique forward.
What is wrong with her? Why does she never understand the words coming out of my mouth?
I stormed off, picking up the pace.
And she wonders why I don’t want to sleep with her. She’s fucking impossible!
I checked Monique and realized that she was having a difficult time keeping up with me. A few times she stumbled.
Damn it.
I slowed down. “Sorry.”
“Oh no.” Monique gave me an odd look. “That’s fine.”
We continued forward.
Every few steps, Monique glanced my way.
Duck took the lead a few feet ahead of us, whistling a tune. That told me he was a bit uneasy.
I should not have yelled at Ming Yui. I’m fucking unraveling in front of everyone. I must get it together.
Tension gathered in my shoulders.
Even more, I could feel Monique’s curiosity each time she gave me a glance.
I frowned and looked at her. “Go ahead.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Ask whatever question is on your mind. You clearly must have some. You keep looking at me like I’m a weirdo.”
“Well. . .it’s your business. I don’t really need to know.”
My frown deepened. “Just ask your questions.”
“O-kay. How long have you had a harem?”
“Since eighteen.”
“Whoa.”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Oh.” She blinked. “Those aren’t a large group of women put in place to pleasure you?”
I gritted my teeth. “Fine. It is what you think, but not exactly.”
“How?”
“They don’t pleasure me in all the ways.”
“I’m sorry, but what does that mean?”
Duck snorted up ahead.
I rolled my eyes. “There’s no penetration, just other things every now and then. Barely, two or three times a year I will even let them. . .service me.”
“Umm. . .” Monique gazed at me. “Did you say no penetration?”
“None.”
“Like. . .your penis does not go inside of them—not a mouth or butt or—?”
I glared. “Is that not what no penetration means?”
“Sorry.” She turned her view forward.
Now I’m losing my temper with her.
I sighed. “No. I am sorry. And. . .you are correct. I don’t put anything inside of them. Anywhere.”
“So. . .it’s just their hands.”
“Or feet.”
“Oh.” She blinked.
Was that weird to say? Doesn’t everyone get jacked off with feet?
Unease hit me.
Maybe not.
Again, Monique kept giving me odd glances.
I spoke through clenched teeth, “Finish with your questions.”
“Well. . .why don’t you. . .penetrate them?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well.” Monique shrugged. “If I had a penis and a harem, I would definitely put my penis inside all of them.”
Up ahead, Duck chuckled.
“Nothing is funny, cousin. Just get us to the suite.” I glared at him and then put my view on Monique. “I understand what you are saying, but I let them do other things to me. That is sufficient.”
“But it doesn’t sound sexy.”
“I don’t use the harem for. . . sexy .”
“Why not? You are a single man.”
“I wanted to save the true idea of sex and pleasure for Chanel. She was the only woman I yearned to have sensual and intimate moments with.”
“Oh.” Monique blinked again.
I gritted my teeth, knowing that she was processing that answer and coming up with the eventual realization that all did.
Here we go.
“Oh.” Monique parted her lips. “So then. . .”
“Yes.”
She stared at me in shock. “You’re a virgin?”
Doing his best to not smirk, Duck stopped us at a door, pulled out a white card, and pressed it against a brass plate where the knob should have been.
The door opened.
Monique didn’t walk in. Instead, she stared at me as if I were some greenish purple alien that had landed on Earth.
I eyed her. “Yes. I am a virgin.”
“Oh.”
Frowning, I guided her in. “It is not a big deal. There are plenty of men that are virgins at my age.”
Duck began whistling that annoying tune again.
Disbelief still sat on Monique’s face.
She probably thinks something is wrong with me.
Soon, Duck and my other men tried to enter our suite.
“No.” I waved them away. “I just need to be alone.”
“Alone. I understand.” Duck gestured to Monique. “Then, I will take her to my suite and watch over—”
“She! Stays! With! Me!” I bared my teeth at all of them. “How many times do I have to say it?”
Monique trembled next to me.
Embarrassed, I did my best to calm myself down.
Duck gave me a sad smile. “I believe I understand now, Lei. I will not make that mistake again.”
“Good.”
“I know that Chen has tea and other refreshments heading to the suite. Since you want to be alone, should I ask the staff to not deliver them?”
“No. Monique may be hungry.”
“Be sure to consider eating too, cousin .” The last word was Duck’s way of reminding me that we were family and he loved me.
I calmed myself more. “I will do my best.”
“Excellent. That is all Chen and I ask.” Duck placed his hands in front of him. “Until then, I will give you alone time, go to my room, and get some rest, but if you need me—”
“I’m already aware that you will quickly come, when called.”
“One more thing.”
I held in my rage and spoke through clenched teeth, “Yes.”
“Since our aunts are here, I am sure it will be a grand feast for dinner tonight. I will have your best clothes brought to the suite.”
I rolled my eyes. “Damn them. Why couldn’t they just stay in Paradise City.”
“They do not want you to kill their brother. They believe you at least owe them a conversation.”
Along with my mother, my aunts had been the calming foundation of my childhood. They had soothed my hurts and protected me from my father’s ridiculously violent training as much as they could.
If anyone dared to even insult me, Aunt Min or Aunt Suzi would have their heads on a platter.
I nodded. “I will give them dinner and conversation, but they will not be able to save my father.”
“I understand that too.” Duck pointed to Monique. “Since she must be by your side, should I have gowns and shoes brought up for her for the dinner? Or will we hide her from our aunts?”
I had no idea what my aunt’s thoughts or actions would be towards Monique’s presence. I just knew that I didn’t want to be away from Monique. It was odd that I was becoming dependent on her.
Surely, it was wrong and unhealthy to attach myself so easily to a stranger. But life was fucked up and I was dealing with each day the best way I could.
“Yes.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Get gowns, shoes, and undergarments. Monique can’t wear the bloodied Cookie Monster top to dinner.”
With the mention of the top, she gazed down at it and shivered.
Her father’s blood is on the fabric. I shouldn’t have brought it up.
“I will get several men to go to the best dress shops in Glory.” Duck bowed. “And I will also see you at dinner.”
The rest of the men and him backed out of the suite.
The door shut.
Then, it was only Monique and me.
Finally.
That comfortable sensation returned, telling me that I could take off my mask and let my core’s pain and rawness spill out.
I stared at the cuffs keeping us connected.
Monique kept her voice low. “I can give you alone time too. I promise my days of jumping off the roof are long past me, Lei. You don’t have to stay handcuffed to me anymore.”
I faced her. “You think I want you away from me?”
“You want to be alone, and you have been trying to get everyone to understand that—”
“Correction. I want everyone gone, but I want you next to me. Just you.”
“Why?”
“You bring me peace.”
“Okay.” She swallowed. “Just let me know when I don’t. I know you are going through a lot.”
“You too.”
“But I don’t have to kill my father.”
A cold shiver ran through me. “Let us talk about something else.”
“Alright.” She lifted her cuffed hand. The metal clicked. “Maybe we can discuss taking these off.”
“Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“The cuffs bring me calm too.”
“Perhaps, you can cuff both of your hands together. It might make you calmer.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“But us handcuffed together, does make sense?”
I tilted my head to the side. “Is it odd for a woman to jack a man off with her feet?”
She widened her eyes. “What?”
“You looked at me weird when I mentioned it in the hallway, so I’m wondering. Is it odd for a woman to jack a man off with her feet?”
“Oh. Well I mean. . .” She shrugged. “Do what you like.”
“But why did you give me the odd look?”
“Your being a virgin shocked me more than the whole feet thing.”
“Why?”
“I get your devotion to Chanel I just never met a man that was so. . .disciplined.”
“Don’t give me too much praise. It wasn’t difficult at all. If I could not have Chanel, then I simply would not have anyone. It’s not a big deal.”
“But. . .sex.” She grinned. “It’s really good.”
I quirked my brows.
“Really, really good.”
My body warmed.
I looked away and cleared my throat. “Do you have to go to the bathroom?”
“Why?” Horror hit her face. “Are you going to come with me?”
“I can have the door open and stand on—”
“Lei, we are taking these handcuffs off when I go to the bathroom. If I ran, you would catch me. You’re fast. There is no need to keep me cuffed to you.”
I gritted my teeth. “It is not that I am scared that you would run.”
“Then, what is it?”
“For some reason. . .” I lowered my voice. “I just don’t want to be away from you.”
She parted her lips.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good, but I will take the cuffs off for you to go to the bathroom.”
“And when I shower and change, will the cuffs be off? Or do you plan on standing in the shower with me, handcuffed and passing me the soap?”
It shouldn’t have, but a possible view of her naked body hit me. I found myself, thinking about that waitress outfit she said she had to wear to work.
It didn’t happen much, but lust twisted in my core.
Monique frowned. “Lei?”
I pushed the sensual images out of my head. “Yes?”
“We are taking the handcuffs off when I shower and change?”
I cleared my throat. “Of course.”
She sighed. “Good.”
Her cellphone rang.
She jumped a little, telling me that there was still some anxiety running through her. I should have known that she was still on edge. She had just been on a hunt to find her father, stumbled into my serial killer one, and then later found her father grotesquely maimed and dead.
Her nerves would be jittery for the rest of the day.
The phone rang again.
I shook my head. “You do not have to answer.”
“I do. It’s probably my sisters wanting to know more about today.” Monique dove into her pocket, pulled out the phone, and checked the screen. “Oh shit.”
Trembling, she dropped the phone.
The device fell to the ground and kept on ringing.
“What’s wrong?”
Her bottom lip quivered. “Someone is calling me from my dad’s phone, but. . .he’s dead.”
“Shit.” I lowered and picked it up. “Then, that’s my father probably checking to see if you are okay.”
Only you would use her dead father’s phone. Have you no sympathy?
“W-what should we do?” Monique asked. “After seeing what Leo did. . .I don’t think I could talk to him without pissing myself.”
“You will never have to talk to him again.” I took out the keys for the handcuffs. “Take these off and then I’ll go on the balcony to talk to him myself.”
With shaking fingers, she grabbed the keys from me and began unlocking the cuffs. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure.”
The phone stopped ringing.
Trembling some more, she finished unlocking the cuffs, the metal rings opened and fell away from my wrist.
Her phone rang again.
You persistent bastard.
“I will be right back.” I stormed off, turned the phone on, and placed the device next to my ear. “Hello, Father.”