Chapter 81 - 81 Owe an Apology

We walk through The Manor, finding Kevin and Jun Jieat the bar. Kevin looks his usual self, as does Jun Jie, with his black suit and perfectly placed black hair.

"My man!" Kevin cheers.

"Hi, beauty Wei." He greeting me and sending a wink to me.

"Hi," I say as I see Junjie nod his brow at me.

I glance around the bar. It's really busy. There are plenty of people milling about, all chatting, many putting their hand up in acknowledgment to Feng Teng, but none of them approach him. I feel the same animosity from the women in here as I did in the summer room. I'm seriously stepping on some toes by being here. Is Feng Teng aware of all these admirers? I feel like I've poached him. And now I'm certain that the repeat business is based solely on The Lord of the Old Feng Mansion and his devastating looks.

"Guys,I'm taking Wei Lin home," Feng Teng say.

"Are you running tomorrow?" he asks Kevin.

"Nah, I might have to go outstation." He say to Feng Teng.

"Oh. Got to go then." he calls over his shoulder.

I wave my free hand to them as I'm hauled from the bar. They both raise their bottles in goodbye, both grinning.

I'm escorted out of The Mansion to Feng Teng bugatti veyron, really rather quickly. He opens the passenger door for me to get in.

"I want to go SiSi home tonight." I complain. I'm really miss SiSi and I need a talk to her.

"Right now, I want you in lace, you are not going anywhere. Get in the car." His eyes have turned wickedly dark and promising.

When did that happen?

I get in the car, clenching my thighs together, and wait for him to slide in next to me. He starts the car, quickly reversing out and kicking up the gravel as he flies off down the driveway towards the gates.

He's on a mission.

I know he was pissed off when Muxin walked in on us. A few minutes later, she could have had the perfect view of Feng Teng tight arse greet her. Or has she seen it before? I inwardly vomit.

God, I hope not. I glance over at the gorgeous profile of him sat next to me, all relaxed as he drives. He flicks his eyes to me before returning them to the road. I can tell he's trying his hardest not to smile.

"Err...One hundred thousand pounds is a massive overpayment."I say coolly.

"Is it?" He ask back.

"You know it is." I look at him challengingly as he fights the smile threatening to breakout across his lovely face.

"You're underselling yourself." He tease.

"I must be the most expensive lover ever." I flip, watching his lips press into a straight line.

"Darling, you are priceless lover that I've ever had…nothing can compare to you."

"I was joking." I soothes him.

"Do you see me laughing?" He scoffted.

"I have other clients to deal with tomorrow." I inform him bravely.

He can't expect me to devote all of my working time to his extension, or to him. I highly doubt he'll let me get on with it undisturbed, and Xu Feng Brother will get massively suspicious if I'm never in the office.

" I know, but I'm a special client isn't it?" He reaches over, squeezing my knee, and I look up to a dark grin.

"Oh Hooo...You're special all right!" I laugh loudly, earning myself a dig in the soft void above my hip bone.

He cranks the volume up, and Jay chou settles me back in my seat as I watch the world go by. I'm really in love with him right now, as appose to just in love with him. Despite the lapse in the middle, it's turned out to be a beautiful day. Can I really back down without a pain if I want to?

I totally forgot my angry toward him that happened a few hour ago. Totall forgot.

The gates to Deng Tai building slowly shift open and Feng Teng pulls in, parking the car swiftly and accurately. He wastes no time collecting me from my side of the car and dragging me through the foyer towards the elevator.

"Evening, Mi Ke." I call as I'm hauled past and stuffed into the penthouse lift.

"Are you in a rush?" Mi Ke.

"Yes." he answers decisively, punching in his code.

The doors of the elevator close and I'm swiftly thrust up against the mirrored wall.

"You owe me an apology f**k." he growls, attacking my mouth.

What the hell is an apology f**k, and why do I owe him one? I could make a list as long as my arm of all the apologies he owes me. I can't think of anything that I should be apologising for.

"What's an apology f**k?" I pant as he thrusts his knee between my thighs, moving his mouth to my ear.

"It involves your mouth." He drawls.

I shake off a tremble as he pushes himself away from me, leaving me a raging bag of hormones, panting and holding myself up by leaning against the wall.

He steps back until his back meets the opposite wall of the elevator, his hooded eyes watching me closely as he removes his shirt and begins working the button fly of his trousers. My lips part to allow air into my lungs as I wait for instruction. I'm a quivering mess. He's perfection incarnate, every sharp muscle flexing and rippling with his movement.

His trousers gape open, revealing his little buddy hood falling out into his waiting palm.

What?He isn't wearing boxers.

No obstruction. I flick my eyes up to his, but he's looking down, observing himself.

I follow his eyes with my own and watch as he draws long, slow strokes over his arousal, his breath hitching slightly on each draw. Seeing him work himself has pins and needles stabbing at my groin and my body temperature swiftly rising.

Good God, he is way past perfect. My gaze travels back up his body, finding the most e.r.o.t.i.c sight I've ever seen. His stomach muscles are tense, his eyes hooded and l.u.s.t filled, and that full bottom lip is parted and moist. He's staring at me now, carefully watching me from across the elevator.

"Come here," His voice is hoarse, his sludgy eyes dark. I walk slowly towards him.

"On your knees." He command.

I steady my breathing and slowly lower myself to the floor, sliding my hands down the front of his tight thighs, maintaining our eye connection as I do. He looks down at me, his arousal still being worked slowly in his hand. I'm absolutely transfixed on this beautiful man looming over me, working himself. He uses his free hand to caress the side of my face as he pants short, strained breaths through his parted lips. He taps my cheek with his middle finger.

"Open." he orders. I part my lips, running my hands around the back of his legs to grip the tops of his thighs as he strokes the side of my face in approval and positions himself at my lips.

"You'll take it all the way, and I'm going to come in your mouth," He runs his moist head over my bottom lip, and my tongue darts out to lap up the bead of creamy c.u.m escaping.

"You'll swallow." he say.

My stomach twists, my breath catching in my throat as he rears back and slowly plunges into my mouth. I watch as he squeezes his eyes shut, clenching his jaw so hard, I think he could burst a vein in his temple. I tighten my grip on the back of his thighs and pull him forward.

"Fuuuuuck!" he grates through his gritted teeth. His fist is still wrapped around the base, preventing me from taking him all the way. He moves his other hand to the back of my head as he stills, drawing urgent breaths. I can feel the pressure he's applying to his thick length, no doubt to prevent himself from climaxing immediately.

After a few moments, he's regained his composure, and he slowly peels his hand away from his base, placing it on the back of my head to join the other. I watch him puff out a few hard breaths. He's psyching himself up. I better make this good then.

I draw my mouth back and wickedly skate my hand around to the front of his thigh and between his legs to glide under his heavy sacks. His grasp on my head tightens as he m.o.a.ns a prayer to the ceiling, his h.i.p.s shaking. He's fighting to keep control.

Lightly, I trace the tip of my finger, back and forth, over the seam of his sack. I watch as the cords in his neck tighten to snapping point. I'm enjoying this. He's defenseless, vulnerable and I'm in total control. Despite his earlier demands to kneel and open he's at my complete mercy. It makes a nice change, and I'm not ignorant to the fact that I want to please him.