Chapter 29 Shame In His Hand
I struggled for nothing. His knee jammed my legs open.
His hand, with thin calluses and a force I could not fight, closed around me.
"Looks like you didn't get that far?"
He let out a cold laugh that sounded almost nasty. His fingers started to knead and stroke, mean about it.
The pressure came light, then hard, pulling stimulation in waves.
"I knew it. He could never satisfy you.
"Look. Only I can."
I got hard in his hand. Pleasure ran through me, and I could not stop it.
I bit my lower lip hard. I did not want to make a sound.
My body went against me.
Under that practiced, deliberate handling, I shook, I panted, and in a blank dizzy rush I came in his hand, shameful.
The instant after, there was only emptiness without an edge, and a deeper shame.
I lay wrecked on the bed, nothing left but a violently rising chest and unfocused eyes.
Ji Yanli pulled his hand back. He looked at the mess in his palm. His eyes looked terrifyingly dark.
Then he grabbed tissues from the bedside and wiped his fingers, slow and unhurried.
I shut my eyes. I did not even have the strength to curse him.
After he cleaned his hand, he took out his phone and dialed like he knew the number by heart.
"Come to the location I sent you. He has a fever."
I was tired and miserable. I drifted under, hazy.