To Covet (GL) - Chapter 45

Unable to see, yet able to feel the aggressive gaze resting on her exposed body, Yu Zhouwan instinctively squirmed and struggled. Since her limbs were bound, she could only turn her head to the side, adopting an ostrich-like evasion.

I played with the small ball gag in her mouth. Moisture stuck to her dry lips, slowly spreading along the delicate lines.

The saliva on my fingers was smeared at the corners of her mouth. As I adjusted the satin ribbon, I also touched her burning cheek. My other hand gripped her chin, leaning in so close that the hot air escaping her mouth fanned my eyelashes. The scent of her body, having absorbed the moisture, became heavy and could only be perceived distinctly at this close range.

Feeling the weight of another person pressing down on her body, the rhythm of her chest slowed. She opened her mouth and stammered, trying to say something.

I removed the gag, leaning on her body with one hand, patiently listening. Since the act that brought mutual pleasure had brought her fear, a demand to “go away” wouldn’t be surprising—moreover, a small verbal offense against a person who was physically unable to resist wouldn’t ruin the atmosphere; instead, it would push the game forward.

“Are you angry?” I played with her earlobe. “Yu Zhouwan, didn’t you beg me that night, telling me you liked being tied up while doing it?”

She couldn’t deny the established fact.

“Are you scared? Have you always wanted to try being tied up but never dared to try it?”

Her legs were tightly bound together. When my fingers penetrated, they parted the skin on her inner thigh. When I touched her center too roughly, her body went into a spasm. Even though nothing had been done yet, there were already signs of wetness.

“Are you afraid of coming even in a shameful position you’ve never tried before?”

I lit a candle. It had a dry, sweet fragrance, different from the scent on Yu Zhouwan.

“Sister, you look truly enchanting right now.” Her attempt to maintain a straight face was amusing. I kissed her wrist, pulling my pressing, swirling fingers out from between her legs. The sudden emptiness made her previously relaxed waist instantly tense, as if clamping her legs together would compensate for the abrupt halt in pleasure.

“Which do you want: the candle or the rope?”

The aroma of the diffuser spread to every corner of the room, saturated with blatant, explicit signals.

She expressed her rejection with silence.

“Do you want to listen to me?”

I kissed her nipple, my hand circling and kneading the other breast.

“Then why don’t you tell me what you want to play?”

“I don’t want to…”

“Lying again.”

I placed my fingers over her lips. With a slight flick, the small rubber ball blocked that mouth that wouldn’t speak the truth. My other hand explored the seam between her legs, gently pressing and rubbing her clitoris. The area that was already soaked was provoked, quickly letting out transparent fluid that flowed down the inside of her thighs, creating a dark patch on the misty blue sheets.

“See, you’re flowing this much.”

I smeared the moisture from my hand onto her erect nipples. The swollen, red berries became glistening and tempting.

Her simultaneous greed for pleasure and consistent avoidance of her instincts was irritating. So, I went against my promise to her and tied her up—in the way she was obsessed with but refused to admit.

The curtains were tightly drawn. The prey was naked on the bed. The air conditioner was running constantly, but the temperature was rising. Even naked, she would soon be covered in sweat.

“Lies must be punished, right?”

“Mmm…”

My palm and fingertips gripped and squeezed her breast, my fingers compressing her nipple. Pain and arousal acted at the same time. I couldn’t tell if her drawn-out “Mmm” was a genuine agreement or a short, euphoric sound.

The folded thin rope circled her thighs and then her waist. I started the knot quite tightly, so with every centimeter the rope moved, the knot tightened a fraction more.

The intimate friction against her skin caused a tickling sensation. Her insteps flexed, her legs spread to the maximum allowance of the slack in the knots, and then were tightened by the next loop. The rope dug an indentation into her skin, leaving a pink mark.

The rope went up from her waist, crossed over her chest, and then followed the slight curve of her spine downward.

The soft flesh on her sides was squeezed by the rope into one raised ridge after another. I couldn’t resist pinching her, listening to her whine when it hurt, and unhurriedly tied the final bow knot on her lower abdomen.

“Want to admire yourself right now?” I deliberately let her hear the crisp click of the camera shutter. “You’ve probably never truly admired yourself when you’re tied up, have you? Want to take a look?”

Yu Zhouwan didn’t directly shake her head in refusal. She didn’t have the extra strength. She just buried her face in the pillow, wanting this farce to end quickly.

“Sister?”

I stroked her neck and collarbone. Her skin trembled as if struck by electricity.

“Are you still afraid now?”

My fingers were lighter and nimbler than the rope. They wrapped around her fragile neck, tightening with a gentle squeeze.

“Sister, answer me.”

My fingers sank into her skin. I could feel the pulse of her blood vessels and the hard, yet fragile, soft cartilage deeper inside.

She could only utter fragmented syllables. Her breathing, with her mouth agape, grew heavier, and her chest rose and fell more violently. But the tightened ropes and the weight of my body pressed down, eliminating any buffer against suffocation. The dizziness came more suddenly than usual.

“Safe word…” The more she struggled, the tighter the knot got. Her hands were left with indents of varying depths. “I need a safe word, Keyi, please, I can’t take it…”

As soon as I slightly loosened my grip, her body immediately went limp, greedily and urgently taking in fresh air.

However, my fingers never left her neck. Just as she relaxed, thinking the feeling of suffocation was completely gone, I grabbed her again. Saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth.

Suffocation is a dangerous act. The moment I saw her face turn red and she started to struggle, I immediately let go.

The ribbon was soaked, and the skin on her face was sticky. When I removed it, Yu Zhouwan hadn’t fully recovered from the suffocation. Her mouth, having been stretched open for so long, remained slightly ajar.

“What kind of safe word do you want?”

“Sister,” Yu Zhouwan’s words were light and airy. “The safe word is… ‘Sister,’ is that okay?”

“Why?”

“I… I’m scared.” She spoke the two words with effort.

“Scared of what?”

The long, irritating silence resumed. I took the belt from the dress hidden in the corner of the closet and tied a knot in my hand.

“Ah!”

One half of the leather belt had been cut into strips, falling with a crisp, loud sound, creating a showy illusion. However, due to its own weight, the pain it delivered was undeniably real.

With the first strike as a setup, the second strike of the belt landed with heavier force.

Pillows stacked beneath her lifted her body. Her slender abdomen concave with a sudden intake of breath, a clear mark exposed to the air, gradually becoming visible.

“Sis… Sister…”

Yu Zhouwan rushed to call out the agreed-upon safe word, but the belt struck her body again, and she clearly realized that it was meant to be disregarded from the start.

“It hurts so much! Stop hitting me! Stop.”

Sweat seeped into the marks left by the belt, making the pain, which should have faded, continue to torment her. The two simple words were laced with sobs.

“Wanwan, my good sister, tell me, what exactly are you afraid of?”

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to lie over my legs. I lifted the circle of rope around her neck. The metal clasp clicked shut, and her control was entirely in my hands.

“Are you afraid of having sex with me?” I cupped her face. “Because I’m your sister? Or because your sexuality is secret? Do you think I’ll expose your kink?”

Her spread legs longed to welcome a soft, nimble tongue, but with her eyes blindfolded, she could only repeatedly probe with the tip of her lips. The surface touch, over and over again, caused the desire that was briefly put aside during our playful moments to be repeatedly aroused and then frustrated. I was forced to press the back of her head, urging her to go deeper between my clamped thighs, but the only sound she could make with her open mouth was gasping.

The phone resting on the desk shelf vibrated non-stop. After a few seconds of rest, it began buzzing again relentlessly.

I picked up her phone and used her fingers to unlock it.

“It’s a video call from your mother. Tell me, should I answer?”

I looked at Yu Zhouwan. She wanted to say “don’t,” but she was afraid I had already answered and that Shi Yunya would hear her voice. Even her refusal was a silent mouthing of the word.

“Hello? Auntie,” I flipped the camera down onto the desk. “What’s wrong? Is something the matter?”

“Where’s Wanwan? Have you two eaten?”

Realizing I had answered the phone, Shi Yunya looked annoyed, on top of being surprised.

“Yes, we’ve eaten,” I answered with perfect composure. “Sister is sleeping.”

“You’re home, aren’t you? Why is it all dark over there?”

“The phone was on the bed just now,” I walked across the floor in bare feet, turning the camera to the wall, then the screen showed my moving feet on the floor. “Auntie, is something the matter?”

I put the phone on speaker and set it gently on the floor. I intentionally let Yu Zhouwan hear my approaching footsteps, enjoying the sight of her useless struggles in absolute terror.

“Wake Wanwan up. I left a document at home. See if you can find it. I’ll call a courier to pick it up and have her help me look for it.” Behind Shi Yunya was a retreating white wall, confirming she was walking quickly down a hallway. “Hurry, I need it urgently, or just transfer a copy of the original file on the computer. I’ll just re-sign it.”

“You don’t want her to see you, do you?”

I untied the black cloth covering Yu Zhouwan’s eyes. When she saw the phone placed far away on the floor, the tension in her body instantly slackened.

“Sister, all I have to do is turn the camera around…”

“No! You’re actually crazy.” The bed frame squeaked loudly as she struggled. “Please, don’t.”

“You said you didn’t want to have sex with me, so why continue?” I grinned, wearing a chilling, plastered-on smile, looking like a maniac ready to take her down with me. “Do you think Shi Yunya would smash her phone and rush straight home if she saw you like this?”

“Yu Keyi, give it back to me.”

“Then you’ll never have to be troubled by your masochistic kink again.” I picked up the phone from the floor. As I turned the camera around, Yu Zhouwan squeezed her eyes shut. “Give it back to you? I’ll give it back to you right now.”

“Just kidding. How can you still believe me?” I waved the voice call screen in front of her. Watching her expression change from utter terror to false alarm, I couldn’t help but laugh. I kissed her cheek. “I like Sister so much. I can’t bear to let anyone else see you like this. Not even Mom.”

“Hello? Keyi, are you listening?” Shi Yunya was getting impatient. “Put Wanwan on the phone.”

“Auntie, I’ll find it for you. Just tell me where it is.”

“No, where’s Yu Zhouwan? I think I just heard her voice.”

“Mom, wait a second. I’ll transfer it for you right now.”

I untied the ropes on Yu Zhouwan’s wrists. She put one foot on the floor, lost her balance, and nearly fell.

I handed her the laptop that Shi Yunya had left in the bedroom. Yu Zhouwan skillfully typed in a password, clicked open the file directory according to Shi Yunya’s instructions, and then copied and sent the file.

I leaned on her shoulder, watching the green progress bar rapidly jump to one hundred percent, confirming the successful transfer.

The moment the call ended, I grabbed Yu Zhouwan’s shoulders, straddled her, pressing down on her face, my fingers digging into her hair.

The subtle opening and closing of her lips were magnified and made tactile by the pressure of my body weight.