How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 16 - Losing

A/N: This chapter contains mild gore, violence and non-con. Please don't continue reading if this is something that makes you uncomfortable.

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How did I end up like this again?

Zhou Xu is on his stomach with restraints snug around his feet and hands. No matter how hard he tries he cannot tear them, making him think they are different from yesterdays. When had they been replaced? When I had the bath this morning?

"Ah-Xu." Wen Ke Xing's voice is cold against his ear and the soft breath at the end leaves the back of his head tingling. "Why do you make it so hard for me to fuck you?"

In truth, it hadn't been that hard. Though, looking around the room, Zhou Xu had put up a good fight compared to yesterday. The only thing left standing was the bed, and even that only had one untouched bedpost. The rest of the room was a battlefield with pieces of furniture, clothes and food scattered like corpses. Feathers from the pillows still raining down around them, making the room look like the first snowfall, creating a ghost valley kind of romantic mood.

Zhou Xu had a feeling that he, for some reason, had lost part of his martial arts. His Kung Fu was excellent, and he had executed all moves as precisely as anyone ever could have. Yet, he felt that he should have been able to do more. Unfortunately, it was that thought that had made him lose.

Exchanging blow after blow, alternating between defense and offense, dodging and striking, he felt like something was off. The more he fought, the more he felt like half a weapon, a blunt sword. That now familiar headache had assaulted him in the middle of a particularly vicious series of blows from his opponent. It had distracted him enough to take a full hit to the chest, sending him hurling into the shelves, which were shattered by the impact.

Dropping to the floor, his mind and body in disarray from the hit, pieces of paper and dust fall around him. With his eyes still unfocused, he had felt Wen Ke Xing pick him up and drop him on to the bed—face down. Before he had recovered, both his feet and hands were bound.

"I don't get it. I thought you said you had slept with a lot of beauties. How come you have to do this? Have you slept with everyone already and can't find anyone else? Or are you not as good at it as you think and you can't find anyone willing?" Zhou Xu says, twisting his head to look back at Wen Ke Xing. It was a bit pathetic, but worth a try, right?

Scoffing, Wen Ke Xing takes out his fan and with a few quick and precise moves, Zhou Xu's clothes are cut open and swiftly removed by skillful hands. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees not only his clothes but also Wen Ke Xing's clothes scatter in every direction, the air movement stirring up the fallen feathers and they begin to drift in swaying motions down on the bed.

Taking out a string of pearls and that bottle of liquid from his sleeve, Wen Ke Xing responds, "If enjoying sex makes me promiscuous then so be it. Ah-Xu, don't feel bad that you are inexperienced. I will teach you to be as good as I am."

"..." Scattered memories from yesterday are flashing red in his mind, his pulse automatically quickening by the release of adrenaline. Just fucking breathe. Don't give him anything. Nothing.

Wen Ke Xing watches the man spread out like a delicious snack on the bed. His beautiful soft pale skin shimmering in the warm light from the candles that have miraculously survived their sparring. The skin feels as soft as silk under his palm, as he traces the outline of the spine, starting at the curve of the lower back and stopping between the shoulder blades. He can see his bite mark from yesterday and bends over, licking it gently. The body is sweaty from their sparring and the taste is raw, masculine and sweet—but with a twinge of salt.

Feeling the man under him as limp as that dead maid, he smiles. I really should teach you not to challenge me. Continuing to trace the outline of the shoulders with his teeth, he reaches for the bottle with his right hand. Like so many times before, he opens it with one hand and pours a generous helping of the oily liquid onto his fingers, before putting the bottle to the side.

Hearing the bottle open and close, Zhou Xu closes his eyes. Just fucking breathe through this. You survived yesterday, barely, but you can do it again. Just get through it. You might get lucky and pass out again.

Moving his fingers in between the cheeks, Wen Ke Xing feels Zhou Xu's body go rigid, cheeks clamping around his fingers. Licking the length of his neck, he whispers into the ear, "Ah-Xu, you need to lift your hips or this may hurt."

"..." Refusing to move or respond, Zhou Xu keeps his eyes closed.

"Well, it is your choice." Moving his fingers by force, he can feel that the entrance is still a little bit swollen from yesterday. Without waiting, he pushes two fingers inside, feeling the smooth folds trying to clamp down around him. Working the hole slowly, he continues to bite and suck at the back of the neck and between those magnificent shoulder blades. The taste heating up his inside as it roars through his body down to his crotch, making his cock twitch.

When he pushes in the third finger, he doesn't hear, but feels the breath catch in the man below. Satisfied with a first reaction, he continues to work the hole, deeper and deeper, searching and studying every single shift in the person under him. Feeling a subtle arching of the lower back, he smiles. "There? That is a different spot to the one from yesterday. How many dirty secret spots do you have, Ah-Xu?"

Ignore! Breathe! Stop it! Why are you doing this to me? Frantically trying to think of something, anything, he bits his tongue as a last resort. The pain shoots through his head, allowing him to focus on that.

Not being rewarded with so much as a single goosebump or gasp, Wen Ke Xing takes his fingers out. He slowly licks, kisses, and bites his way down the side of that strong and slender back, until he reaches the ass. This plump, fit and round ass that just screams invitingly.

"Ah-Xu, have you ever been eaten?"

What? Wait? WHAT? What is he eating? FUCK! What the hell... The thought of yanking at the restraints to see if he can get free scream at him. Knowing it would be of no use and likely only arouse the man above, he forcefully ignores it. He will not be set free until Wen Ke Xing sets him free. There is no use even thinking about it. Just breathe. Think of something else. Biting hard on his tongue, the taste of blood fills his mouth.

Movinghimself further down between Zhou Xu's legs, Wen Ke Xing takes one of the fewremaining cushions and wedges it under the hips, forcing an arch of the spine.Separating the cheeks, he looks down at the entrance he had tried to ignore theentire day.

"Tonight, I will see you get hard for me."

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