Chapter 175 - 175 Invented New Bonding

When I got awake, I peel my eyes open and find myself tucked closely into Feng Teng chest. Now not quite daylight yet, which means it's very early, and he isn't awake yet, so it's definitely before five o'clock.

My brain snaps awake immediately and I begin the meticulous task of freeing myself from his body without disturbing him.

Yes, it's hard. Because he seems to hold onto me as tight in his sleep as he does when he's awake. I tentatively edge myself away from him, pausing and tensing every time he shifts or sighs in his sleep.

As my body is rigid as I creep my way to the edge of the bed. Once I got free, I release the breath that I've been holding and look down at my handsome man with two days' worth of stubble. I want to jump straight back into bed with him, but I resist.

What I have planned spurs me to leave him sleeping peacefully while I rootle quietly through my bag for my phone.

It's at five o'clock.

Shit! Okay, I've got to be quick or he'll be waking soon to drag me around the streets of Zhongshan park of his torturous run.  As I creep about the bedroom like a n.a.k.e.d burglar, retrieving my stash from the wooden trunk and easing out the contents. The carrier bag crumples, and I grit my teeth, freezing in place as he rolls onto his back on a m.o.a.n.

In slow motion, I remain like a statue until I'm sure that he's settled, then make my way over to the bed, padding quietly across the thick carpet.

Right, I better think something before he awake then make me run in the morning again.

Hmm, what I need to not letting him make me run? Hmmm.

Ahah! Cuff. I need a cuff. I remember that I saw somewhere near to his office thing. I slowly tiptoeing myself walk to his office room just right beside this room. When I reach, I rummage quietly his drawer searching everywhere until I find small drawer at the corner of his desk then I open the bottom drawer, I found a cuff and medical kit.

Ohh, hooo. Yes, I'm a genius. 

Better I start my mission. In tiptoeing back to the master room, reaching to the bed. I gently grasp his wrist and tug it gingerly up over his head to the wooden headboard.

And of course, I struggle a bit since his arm is definitely heavy for me but I manage to get him in position and slip the handcuff over his wrist and then attach it to one of the wooden bars of the headboard.

In slow motion, I stand back and admire my handiwork, feeling rather pleased with myself. Even if he does wake up now, he's won't be able going anywhere.

I collect the other set of cuffs and make my way around the other side of the bed. I have to kneel on the bed to reach for his arm, but I'm not so worried about waking him now that I have at least one arm secured, although this will work better if he can't lay any hands on me.

As I manoeuvre his arm cautiously above his head and fasten the other handcuff around the wrist of his damaged hand.

Now it's looking much better, but I'm mindful that this could hurt if he fights against them. Ahh, I don't care as long I don't need to run this morning.

Slowly I stand back smugly. That was way easier than I thought, and he's still dead to the world. I practically dance my way back over to the bag and finish my preparations before slipping into some stunning black lace underwear that I picked up on my last-minute shopping exhibition.

Oh God, he's going to go spare. I make my way back over to my sprawled, restrained, n.a.k.e.d God and climb up to straddle his h.i.p.s. He stirs and I mentally laugh delightedly when I feel him begin to harden under me.

Then, I sit patiently and wait for him to wake up.

Not a long waiting before his beautiful lashes start flickering and his lids start to twitch. I watch him patiently but at the same time, I feel excited as I waiting.

When his eyes open find mine immediately, his morning buddy now in full firmness below me.

"Morning, my babe," His throat is husky as he squints and gains focus.

I run my eyes down his torso, his muscles bunched and taut from the position of his arms.

"Morning, heart." I smile brightly and watch closely as he gains full consciousness and then moves his arms, clanging the metal on the wooden headboard.

Clark Clink

The abrupt yank on his wrists has his eyes snapping wide open, and I hold my breath, watching his sleepy face as he frowns and looks up over his head.

He jiggles his arms again.

"WHAT? F***!" His voice is still hoarse.

Promptly he swings his eyes to mine. They are all wide and stunned.

"What are you have done here, why the f**k am I handcuffed to the bed?" He asks in beyond belief.

I grin at his face.

"Feng Teng, since we are going to get married today so I'm introducing you a new kind of benefit to bonding our relationship as a husband and wife, you should know the meaning of this," I state calmly.

"What?" He rattles his wrists again and takes another look at his restrained hands.

I see realisation dawn on his handsome face as he turns his eyes back to me.

"These handcuffs shouldn't be used on mine only for betrayal ass!" he says warily.

"No, and there are two pairs. I'm sure you've noticed." I can't believe how calm I'm being.

I'm crapping it .

"So, like I was saying, I've invented a new upgrade to bonding us, and guess what?" I ask with a little excitement in my voice. I'm really pushing my luck.

He doesn't scorn me this time. Instead, he arches a nervous brow.

"What?" He asks.

Oh, I could cuddle him.

"I thought of from now on this is just for you." I grind myself onto him teasingly and his chest expands, his jaw tensing.

" And I LOVE YOU husband," I whisper alluringly at his ears.

"Oh, f.u.c.k.i.n.g hell." he groans.

"MOUTH!" I demand.

Promptly I place my hands on his chest and lower myself down to his face. And he watches me as I descend, his eyes shimmering in anticipation and short pants of breath escaping his parted lips.

"So before we are going to register our marriage, why not you reveal how old are you is?" I murmur, brushing my lips lightly over his.

He lifts his head to try and make better contact, but I pull back.

He scowls as dropping his head back down.

"Thirty," he pants, and then m.o.a.ns in despair as I grind down again.

I drop my mouth to his neck and nibble my way up to his ear, licking and lapping as I go.

"Tell me the truth, I only accept the truth," I whisper, and then bite his lobe gently.

Hahahahahaha, why these feeling so good?