Chapter 312 - A Break (Wuming x Camille. Slightly R-RATED content)

Hours before Qing Chen got home and found out the truth about the non-existence of their mother's body, Wuming was still in the hotel room with The Mistress.

"What do you want to do?" he asked her and he dropped down on the couch, not really wanting to get near the bed. It was one of the ways to stay away from temptation.

But it was another conversation when it was temptation who was making their way to you.

The Mistress stood in front of him with nothing but a really oversized shirt covering one of the best bodies that God had shaped. Her head was inclined to the side and one hand was on her hip.

"What?" Wuming asked, his arms sprawled on the backrest of the seat.

"I wonder… something about you."

"Wonder what?"

Mistress' eyes turned to the ceiling and her lips pouted. "I had been wondering about this a lot. Even before."

Wuming chuckled. "Well, you're not going to know if you're not going to ask me."

The Mistress pushed his knees downwards, but Wuming jumped anyway as she crawled on top of him. The warmth of her body making the hair on the back of his neck stand.

She's a temptress, Wuming told himself. Don't give in. Play it cool and she will leave.

"What are you doing?" he asked her like it did not bother him and that it did not raise very very unspeakable feelings inside him.

The Mistress held his face with both hands and her knees latched on his waist, unwilling to let him go. "Haven't you ever wondered how I taste?"

Wuming laughed. "Oh come on, we're colleagues. I draw a line there. I don't think of you that way." 

The Mistress' eyes turned darker and Wuming realized the mistake that he made. This was the wrong path to take! his mind screamed. Now, she was challenged and had more reason to make him bow to her.

"Oh really?" The Mistress chuckled lightly. One of her hands made its way down Wuming's neck and chest. "Because… I had been wondering a lot about you… I think about you sometimes at night."

Wuming's body tightened. 

The Mistress leaned in and whispered on his ear. "And sometimes… I also think about you when I touch myself."

Wuming shut his eyes forcefully and his toes curled. He tilted his head backwards to put some space between them. "Why are you doing this? Are you bored?"

The Mistress did not bother to lean back but only inched closer. "I told you already. Curiosity. We can do this. No strings attached. I don't believe you. I don't believe that you never thought about me when you're in bed."

Wuming released another laugh. "Man, that ego of yours… it's big, isn't it? Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble but… no."

Wuming recalled back in his mind. Was there a fleeting moment that he ever thought about getting The Mistress into his bed? Nah, his mind talked back. He had never thought about her that way. He knew his life was meant to be spent alone and it all just changed when he met Camille—but she was gone too. So no.

The Mistress must've sensed the honesty in his voice. "Oh!" she said in amus.e.m.e.nt. "But what about now? What if I bring you to bed? Have you ever imagined what it would be like?"

Wuming could play this game. He adjusted on his seat, shifting The Mistress a little on top of his lap. He got comfortable. "Okay, let me hear what you have to say about me. What do you think about when you touch yourself?"

The Mistress gave him a teasing grin. "Hmmm, kinky. You wanna know."

"I have to at least know what ideas you got in your head about me." Wuming was interested. He had his fair share of women back when he was a teen. But ever since he started severing people's necks, he thought it would be just safer to stop dating. One less person the enemy could dangle in front of his eyes.

"Hmmm," The Mistress slid closer to him, holding his hands and placed it under her shirt, on her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She started speaking in a low voice, like she was sharing a high-level secret with him. "Sometimes, I think about you in different scenarios."

"Okay…" Wuming said, unsure where this would lead. "What scenarios?"

"Like… I meet you in secret in some country where we both have jobs. It had been a long day and then I was already waiting for you in a hotel room—or even a shabby place, you know, like a secret hideout."

Wuming nodded at her encouragingly.

"Then you would come in, all dirty, probably with a splatter of blood. I thought about how you would look like with a small cut on your face—that would be so s.e.xy—then I was going to ask what happened with your kill but before I would be to say anything, your lips would be on mine. You would hold me tightly on my waist and my face…"

"How are the kisses?"

"Oh, it was like my kisses would be the only thing that would help you breathe. Like I'm your oxygen."

Wuming smiled. "Okay. And then?"

"While we're kissing, you would be undressing me, tearing my clothes. Then I would drop on the bed and you would get on top of me. No words. Just pure actions. And my m.o.a.ns." The Mistress wiggled her eyebrows. "Nice, isn't it?"

"My my," Wuming said, "you just realized that you told me that you're the type of girl that wants to get dominated in bed."

The Mistress bit her red lips, not guilty. "Would it be so wrong?"

"Well, I thought you would be the kind of girl who likes to punish people in the bedroom."

The Mistress laughed, tilting her head back, exposing her neck. "I got that look, don't I?"

"You certainly look like a dominant."

"Oh, don't get me wrong," The Mistress smiled. "I AM a dominant."

"Then why are your fantasies like that?"

"Only with you."

Wuming was baffled. "Why me?"

"Well, you're not just someone, aren't you, Wuming? You're far more dominant than I am. I'd willingly give it all up for you." Her eyes turned to his lips hungrily, her thumb lightly touching his bottom lip. "I didn't have a cover while I was on the plane. But when I saw you I just had to kiss you. Now all I want is to do it again."

Wuming squeezed on her waist. "I'm very flattered but I came in here for the juicy stories."

"I already told you about the first one. You're just about to get the second." The Mistress put his hand in between her legs. "Please," she said, like it was a plea but not for herself. "I know how you feel."

"How could you say that?" Wuming suddenly felt like he was being torn open.

"I'll tell you later. But for now," she closed the distance between them. "Give yourself a break."