A Warm Tones - Chapter 4

Qin Jiangzhi slept very deeply. Before waking, he had a dream that was only darkness, with no real content. It could hardly even be called a proper dream. Yet inside that blackness, Qin Jiangzhi had conscious thoughts and heard the sound of “click-clack, click-clack”—the noise of some unknown object.

When he woke up, he realized it was the sound of He Rongchuan typing on his laptop keyboard beside him.

He Rongchuan seemed to be working, his expression serious. The room was dimly lit, the curtains still fully drawn, but outside it must have been a bright day. Sunlight filtered through the gray polyester curtains, casting a subtle orange glow.

“You’re awake?” He Rongchuan noticed Qin Jiangzhi’s small movement immediately. He casually placed the laptop that had been on his lap onto the side table. “Did you sleep well?”

Qin Jiangzhi’s mind was still a little foggy from just waking up. Since He Rongchuan’s tone sounded unexpectedly friendly, he answered without thinking: “Very well.”

“Is that so?” He Rongchuan tilted his head slightly. The obvious hostility from yesterday was gone from his face. “That’s good.”

Qin Jiangzhi shook his head. When he tried to pull his hands out from under the blanket, he discovered that the rope that had been tied around his wrists before sleep was gone. In its place were handcuffs with soft velvet lining.

A long silver chain was attached to the handcuffs, extending to both sides and fixed to somewhere in the room.

Qin Jiangzhi moved his wrists. The silver chains were light and made a crisp, bell-like sound.

“They’re custom-made.” Seeing that Qin Jiangzhi was paying attention, He Rongchuan stood up and moved closer to explain. “I specially had the craftsman modify them. Your name is engraved on the handcuffs.”

“It’s said this silver material is extremely strong. Some rich businessmen particularly like using it.” He Rongchuan hooked a section of the silver chain with his pinky. “Do you know what they use it for?”

He Rongchuan was too close. Qin Jiangzhi uncomfortably shifted a little to the side and cooperatively asked back, “What do they use it for?”

“To lock up sex slaves who like to run away.” He Rongchuan looked straight into Qin Jiangzhi’s face. “It suits you perfectly right now.”

He Rongchuan said something extremely offensive, but Qin Jiangzhi didn’t get angry, nor did he feel offended.

Until yesterday, his life had been completely unchanging, tasteless and dull like stagnant water. Suddenly being kidnapped and having his freedom taken away, Qin Jiangzhi appeared calm on the surface and showed no panic. In reality, ever since getting in the car and seeing He Rongchuan, he had been in a kind of empty, dazed state.

Unlike Qin Jiangzhi, He Rongchuan had a very clear purpose.

“Qin Jiangzhi, since you’ve slept well, it’s time to do something.” He Rongchuan stood up straight again. Several items had appeared in his hands—things he had taken out from the bedside table while Qin Jiangzhi was still dazed. Before Qin Jiangzhi could see clearly, He Rongchuan tossed them onto the bed beside him.

An unopened bottle of men’s lubricant and a regular-sized vibrating dildo.

“Put it in yourself.” After saying that, He Rongchuan sat back down in the chair. “You know how to do it, right?”

Qin Jiangzhi’s body stiffened. He looked at the two items on the bed and couldn’t speak.

He Rongchuan smiled with a hint of malice. “Weren’t you quite skilled with these things before?”

“…”

“…I don’t want to,” Qin Jiangzhi finally said after several minutes of silent stalemate.

He Rongchuan shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. “You don’t have to.” He picked up his phone from the table and naturally dialed a number. “Secretary Wen.”

“President He.” Wen Xu’s crisp voice came through the speakerphone. “What are your orders?”

“Come to my room,” He Rongchuan said coldly, his eyes locked firmly on Qin Jiangzhi. “It seems Qin Jiangzhi needs your help.”

“Understood.” Wen Xu didn’t ask what for and responded immediately. Soon, the sound of Wen Xu’s footsteps on the marble floor could be heard through the phone.

Tap. Tap—

Qin Jiangzhi suddenly panicked.

Just as Wen Xu knocked on the door, Qin Jiangzhi compromised and called out He Rongchuan’s name: “He Rongchuan!”

“Secretary Wen, you don’t need to come in.” He Rongchuan perfectly timed his instruction to stop Wen Xu. He didn’t hang up the call. “Don’t go far. Wait right outside the door.”

“Understood, President He.”

He Rongchuan added toward Qin Jiangzhi, “In case Qin Jiangzhi needs your help halfway through.”

The belt of the bathrobe on Qin Jiangzhi’s body was loosely tied. After a night of sleep, the front was already half open. Following He Rongchuan’s instructions, Qin Jiangzhi pushed the blanket to the other side. His hand trembled uncontrollably the moment it touched the bottle of lubricant.

“Qin Jiangzhi,” He Rongchuan said as he watched Qin Jiangzhi squeeze some lube into his palm, “spread your legs.”

“…” Qin Jiangzhi’s knees kept drawing inward. He could only use the force of his heels to shift his left leg back slightly.

“Open the bathrobe.” He Rongchuan was very dissatisfied. “Legs wider.”

Qin Jiangzhi obeyed.

He Rongchuan’s chair was right beside the bed. He made Qin Jiangzhi open his thighs wide while facing him at such a close distance. He made Qin Jiangzhi use the lubricant to stretch his own asshole, then insert the vibrating dildo into his body.

The lube was cold. It took a while before it warmed up against his skin. Qin Jiangzhi moved very slowly. First, he pressed his fingertips against the hole for some time, then reluctantly pushed one finger inside, pressing into his body.

His entire lower body was naked and lewdly exposed in front of He Rongchuan. Qin Jiangzhi’s right hand had originally tried to cover his soft cock, but under He Rongchuan’s displeasure, he had to move it behind him.

Qin Jiangzhi felt his left arm tingling. He didn’t know if it was from muscle strain or from the half-hidden shame.

With only one finger, there was almost no sensation in his lower body. His whole hand was covered in lube; the slippery feeling between his buttocks was actually more vivid than the feeling inside his hole.

Qin Jiangzhi added a second finger. There was now a slight tight stretching sensation at his entrance.

The soft flesh inside twitched around his fingers. Qin Jiangzhi only pushed in up to the second knuckle and didn’t go any deeper. He pressed against the front wall of his hole, which had no strong physiological response, only wanting to stretch it quickly and finish fast.

“Qin Jiangzhi, you need to go deeper,” He Rongchuan clearly saw through his intention. “Isn’t your sensitive spot further back?”

“…” Qin Jiangzhi quickly glanced up at the phone on the table that was still on the call, but didn’t dare say anything more.

“Have you forgotten where it is because it’s been too long?” He Rongchuan chuckled and kindly gave him a choice. “Will you find it yourself, or should I have Secretary Wen help you find it?”

“You decide.” He Rongchuan smiled, waiting for his answer.