Anning’s pov

I gasped sharply as I felt her place her large hand possessively over the curve of my ass. This was my body, she couldn’t just treat me like this.

This position was utterly humiliating, getting bent over her lap like some disobedient child while she prepared to ’discipline’ me.

I was utterly furious. But I tried my best to break away from her, I just couldn’t. This was degrading, it wasn’t even my style. But—

But my body wasn’t even listening to me anymore.

’What the hell is wrong with me?’ I screamed inwardly.

My entire body had begun to heat up, the tingling feeling in the lower part of my belly wasn’t even helping. Had I truly turned into a horn dog after being denied an orgasm for a year?!

One firm touch from her and my pride went crumbling like wet sand. I hated how my heart kept skipping beats or how my thighs pressed together instinctively.

Wanqing had always known how to push my buttons, but this? This was the height of it, and my traitor of a body was responding far too eagerly.

SMACK!

Lost in my own thoughts, I was yet to realize that she had lifted her hand again. The sharp smack landed without warning, the sound echoed through the quiet room.

"Ow!" I hissed, pain enveloping the spot she had just smacked. I placed my hand on her thigh and tried to lift myself up.

"Wanqing!" I yelled, unable to stop myself. But instead of replying, she pressed her forearm firmly across my lower back and pushed me back in place.

"Stop testing me, Anning." She commanded, voice low and velvety. She then proceeded to gently massaging the spot she’d just struck, soothing the burn in a way that made the heat worse.

"Take your punishment like a good girl. Quit whining. You brought this on yourself."

I bit down on my lower lip, refusing to allow another sound slip out of my mouth. I’m not enjoying this, definitely not.

But the lie felt weak, even in my own head. Every time her fingers dug into my skin, it sent tingles running up my spine.

My silver hair fell messily over my face, hiding how red my skin was at that point. Part of me wanted to curse at her, or to at least give her a small slap.

The other part...the dangerous and shameful part of me— was curious about what would happen next.

"Are you trying to make me more excited?" Wanqing asked, leaning over slightly. Although her voice sounded really nice now, it didn’t distract me from the fact that those mounds of flesh on her chest were pressing right against me.

One of her hands gripped my ass cheek firmly, giving it a small squeeze.

"Not that I mind. Keep struggling, it makes this quite entertaining." She said, A dark, amusing chuckle escaping her.

"Y-you... Pervert!" I screamed, my voice sounding a tad bit weird.

Each time I moved, I could feel something hard pressing in between my thighs. The realization made fresh heat rush between my legs and as stupid as I was.

I found myself slowly and awkwardly grinding against it, mortified by how wet I had gotten. This was supposed to be a punishment, not... whatever this was turning into.

I turned my head slightly to glare at her over my shoulder. Tears of frustration and embarrassment made my vision blurry.

Why the heck do I want her to continue?

That thought only made me more upset with myself. I twisted suddenly and bit down hard on her thigh through her robe.

Wanqing hissed sharply. For a second, her grip loosened.

I seized the chance and scrambled up, chest heaving as I sat upright in her lap. We were now sitting face to face, barely inches apart.

I would have stood up completely but her grip on my thigh tightened before I got the chance. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with a mix of anger and desire.

Why would she desire me?

But I couldn’t help but admit that up close, she looked more sexy, probably a bit exhausted from the argument with her father. Yet, she oozes of that arrogant control I had come to resent.

I tried pushing her off, desperate to put some kind of distance between us, "I need to return..."

Before I could even move an inch, her hand left my thighs and came to my waist. She wrapped her hands around me tightly and then pulled me closer to me.

I let out a small gasp when I felt our breasts press together. The contact sent a jolt through me so strong I nearly let out a moan.

Blood rushed up to my face immediately and I couldn’t help but find this more embarrassing than the slaps.

What would it feel like to actually press them together while naked?

I wondered but shook my head as it wasn’t the time for this.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and pulled away from her slightly.

"Wanqing...please," I whispered, peering up at her through my lowered lashes, my voice trembling with both humiliation, anger and want.

She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck, her lips brushing teasingly against my skin.

"Please what, Anning?" Her voice was a low dark, rumble that wrapped around me like warm silk. "Use your words, Tiger."

I squirmed in her arms, ignoring how good her breath felt over my neck. She kept nuzzling into me, inhaling deeply. Every small movement of her lips sent sparks dancing across my skin.

Don’t give in, Lin Anning. This woman is a seductress!

But the pleasure was a tad bit overwhelming and my body had completely given into Gu Wanqing.

"Ah!" A small, involuntary moan escaped my lips. Wanqing heard it immediately as she tightened her arms around me pulling me even closer.

I bit down hard on my own tongue to stay focused, till I tasted the sharp metallic taste of blood. The pain only lasted for half a second, it wasn’t enough!

Not when Wanqing’s hands were sliding under my skirt, not when she had started pressing open mouthed kisses along my neck, and definitely not when I could feel how much she wanted me.

But the real problem here was, did I truly want her?