Damn Fu Heng

"When I lay you down on the bed like a sacrificial lamb, you should have run."

"Someone once told me not to run from devil because they give chase."

The ghost of a smile crossed his face.

"Next time, you run. Or if you can't, you ram your knee into my balls."

He wasn't joking.

"If I'd done that today, you would have lost control. The only reason why you didn't was because I treated you like my husband, not a devil."

He traced my lips with his thumb, then brushed my cheek.

"You are far too beautiful and innocent to be married to someone like me, but I'm too much of a selfish bastard to ever let you go. You are mine. Forever."

"I know," I said, then lowered my cheek back to his chest.

He extinguished the lights and I fell asleep listening to his heartbeat. I knew a normal person would have run from him, but I'd grown up among predators.

Decent, normal guys with jobs that didn't involve breaking laws were a foreign species to me. And deep down a primal part of me couldn't imagine being with someone who wasn't an domineering like him. It thrilled me to know that a man like him could be gentle with me. It thrilled me that he was mine and I was his.

The sky was only just turning dark over city skyline when I woke the next morning. I was still lying on his chest, my naked breasts pressed against his hot skin, but I'd slid down his body over night and his stiff length was pressed against my leg.

I shifted carefully and peered up into his face. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful in sleep, it was hard to belief that the same face had harboured so much violence and darkness last night.

Curiosity gripped me. I'd never seen an erection but I was worried about waking him.

After what he'd said, I really didn't want to risk him losing control. I tried to peek over my shoulder at his boner, but with the way we were positioned I'd have to break my neck to see it.

Suddenly a buzzing came from the nightstand and he sat up so fast I squeaked. He took me with him, one arm steadying me around the waist, the other reaching for his phone. But the new position had made me slide down his body and now his erection was between my legs, its length pressed up against my core. I was practically riding it like a broom. I'd never been more grateful for my underwear.

I stiffened and so did him, the phone already pressed against his ear. I tried to get into a less problematic position but that only made his erection rub against me.

He groaned and I froze. His eyes dilated as his fingers on my waist tightened.

"I'm fine Fu Heng," he rasped.

"I'm fucking fine. No. I can handle this. I don't need to see the Doctor. Now let me have a sleep."

He hung up, put the phone back on the nightstand and stared at me. I was so stiff he could have used me as an ironing board.

He sank back slowly with all the control only lots of sit-ups could give you. I remained in a sitting position, straddling his hips, but quickly draped one arm in front of my breasts.

Now that he was lying his erection was no longer touching me.

Gathering my courage, I swung my leg over his hips, accidentally brushing his boner.

"Shit," He growled, jerking beneath me.

I had to stifle a smile. I knelt beside him, my arm still covering my breasts and then I allowed myself to look.