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"Mei Chun, I'm going to come in you."
That got her attention.
She murmured something.
"What?" he said, thrusting reliably onward.
She lifted her head, struggled to make herself understood. "In... my... mouth."
'God what a girl,' he thought and decided she deserved another few before finished and picked up the pace again.
As his tempo rose he said, "God Mei Chun I love you... you are such a good little slut!"
"Yes," she croaked, "Fuck."
He was pounding with all his might, his hips slapping into hers, his balls slapping against her ass, the wet sound filling the chamber.
"I love you, forty-four, come, forty-four, come!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes." This time her eyes went wide, her body seized into a plank and he quickly pulled out, shuffled forward on the table and started spurting on her face, her mouth opening just in time to get the last couple of dollops of his cum. And then she collapsed into unconsciousness.
While she was out he climbed down and began marveling at the experience. No one would ever believe it. It was impossible.
He undid the restraints and as he walked back to the kitchen for a bottle of water, a bowl and cloth he considered her reaction. He'd heard of triggers before but nothing like this. He'd have to contact the psych professor from Columbia and run it by him.
She was still out cold when he returned and he bathed her body. He got a towel and a blanket from behind the couch and covered her and sat on the bench of whips and gags, looking at her.
It was twenty minutes before she stirred. He picked her up and took her to bed. It was eleven thirty.
In bed she made a three quarter recovery, regained the power of speech but didn't talk for quite a while. She just looked at him, looked into those eyes, not comprehending what happened. He wanted her to speak first and patiently waited, stroking her body.
"What was that?" she finally said.
"I don't know."
"No, really. What was that?"
He sort of laughed, "Unbelievably fun."
She gripped his hand, "No! No it wasn't fun it was... it was..." she was upset that he was being trivial. "It was religious, holy, it was sacred." Her eyes were vivid and fierce, her grip on his forearm hurt him.
"Ok... ok." She was freaking him out.
"I think I saw God," she said with awe in her voice.
"Jesus," he said.
"No... the other one... the boss."
"You're scaring me."
"Do you have any idea how many times I came? Because I lost count after, like number three."
"No."
"What did you do to me?" That urgent look still in her eye.
"Nothing," he said, defensive for the first time, "I didn't do anything."
She grabbed his cock, looked at it and let go.
"Seems normal enough," then remembering it was attached to him, "I mean it's great, but it's not like gold and glowing like some magic idol."
"No, regular enough."
She downed the water, still looking into those green pools of his.
"I am so totally fucking in love with you, Philip."
He basked in the words.
"You can officially start the six month clock but you're not going to need it. I am so going to be your slave. Just please fuck me like that again. But not for a while."
"Mei Chun, this is your birthday."
She started crying and he leaned in to hold her and they held the embrace, crying together.
After twenty minutes or so, he turned off the light, spooned in behind her and they went to sleep, but not before Mei Chun said, "Slide inside me again, Philip. I want you to come inside me."
- COMMENTS
zamm4 months agoasianToy, you continue to do the seeming impossible and surpass the previous chapter. This was a mind-blower. The ferocity contrasting with the tenderness, the negative energy against the love and this lovely outcome for them both. Oh, I sincerely hope that Philip is worth this new-found love being given by Mei Chun.
Jrbradford17over 4 years agoThis is like nothing I’ve ever read before on Lit. I’m so happy reading such a well written story.
Anonymousover 6 years agoA little homework, basic dictionary. Complement/compliment; ridged/rigid. Different meanings within each pair, the wrong ones being used. everyone knows what you mean, but you can do better. You write well!
Anonymousover 8 years agoYou've brought a lot of elements into this story, Taming of the Shrew, My Fair Lady, The story of O but this chapter skates too close to the Marquis de Sade and Ariel Castro for my taste. What is Phil trying so hard to accomplish? Is he some kind of deranged missionary with a Jesus complex that is trying to save Jenny's soul ala Somerset Maughm's story 'Rain'? Or does he aim higher than Jesus and have a God complex and a delusion that he can transform her to be his perfect woman?
But why is he putting so much effort into this? There are a billion and a half Chinese in the world and another billion Koreans, Japanese, Vietnamese and Malaysians. Asian nooky can't be that difficult to obtain. Hopefully a few of them are nice and already know how to love.
Whatever his reasons, I believe he is doomed to failure. The next element that is hinted at by asianToy is Stevenson's Jekyll and Hyde. Probably the definitive statement on the inevitable failure of attempting to separate good from evil. That trick never works.
asianToy is a talented writer and despite occasional grammar/spelling errors the descriptions are 5* in most cases. They give an uncommon insight into the psychology and emotions of a woman experiencing agony and ecstasy, often simultaneously. It's too bad that the story itself is so close to abuse that it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Schindler's list is a well told story but again the subject matter is still grim despite the way it is presented.
