Chapter 211 - 211 Sanity

From under blanket, I can feel the bed got sink gradually under his weight again and he locking my foot.

"Hold on," he instructs softly.

Then I hold my breath and reposition my arms so my palms are flat on my burning red face, but all embarrassment is momentarily eliminated when I feel the warm wetness of his tongue dragging up my instep, licking the trail of blood away.

Immediately I got shiver under his tongue's stroke and remove my hands to look down at him, shifting a little, my thighs tightening.

He smiles knowingly, his eyes sparkling before he wraps his lips around my feet.

Shit!

"What are you doing?" I cry.

"I'm getting the glass piece out," he says against my heel.

He sucks on my heel and pulls away before taking the tweezers and getting up close and personal with the heel of my foot.

I grin as I watch his concentration frown appear across his brow.

"There, it out," He kisses my foot and releases it.

It was pretty less pain actually.

"Hmm. What are you grinning at?" He looks at me in amus.e.m.e.nt.

"Your frown line," I say.

"Since when I have a frown line?"  He's offended.

"Yeah, you have it. Since when I don't know either," I answered innocently.

Later he crawls up the bed and lays himself over me.

"So Mrs Feng, are you telling me that I have wrinkles?" He asks.

Instantly I widen.

"No... I don't mean that at all. Plus it only pops up when you're concentrating, or if you have a concerned ongoing." I explained.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yes, it is," I confirm him.

"Oh." Then he frowns.

"It is there now?" He asks in curious.

I laugh and he bites my b.r.e.a.s.t, sending me on a little buck under him.

"Ouch!" I cry.

"Dear Mrs Feng. You better go get ready now." He lands me with a hard kiss.

"I'll go and see if housekeeper Ling done with her offended yet," He winks as he finishes his words.

My laughing abates at the reminder of Feng Jia poor housekeeper, who has just copped up with a load of my bare arse.

"Okay." I obey.

"Alright babe,  I'll see you downstairs." He leans back down and plants a molten lasting kiss on my mouth.

"Don't take much time," he added.

"I won't," I grumble, like the sulky little girl that I am.

He jumps up and pulls on a pair of short pants, and then leaves me so he can go and see his housekeeper.

I got distract myself from my despair by having a shower and getting myself ready, slipping on a floral white dress probably too short. I pull my hair up into a ponytail.

Perfect.

When I walk into the kitchen like a timid snail, with all fidgeting and nervous, Feng Teng looks up from his toaster and scrambled egg and gives me one of my smiles.

His bare chest distracts me fleetingly from my embarrassment, and I don't miss his slight scowl when he registers the length of my dress.

But I ignore him.

"Here she is. Auntie Ling this is Wei Lin, from now on she is the only Madam of Feng Jia, as I told before." He pats the stool next to him as Auntie turns around from the fridge to look at me.

My cheeks as if it got burnt and I offer her a small, apologetic smile. I feel much better when I detect a red flush in her cheeks. I've been so worried about my own mortification, I hadn't considered how embarrassed she might be.

Then I take a seat next to Feng Teng and he pours me some orange juice.

"I like your dress," he smirks.

"But too short. Wear only when you in the house," He orders.

I look at him in horror and give him a kick under the island.

He laughs and sinks his teeth into his toaster. As I'm shocked by his behaviour but pleasantly surprised by his acceptance he's not marched me back upstairs in disgrace.

"Welcome Madam, it's a pleasure to meet you. What would you like for some breakfast?" Auntie Ling voice is friendly and warm. I deserve neither.

"Thank you, Auntie Ling, Nice to meet you too but just call me Wei Lin auntie," I smile shyly at her.

"Okay. Wei Lin, what would you like?" She smiles at me.

She has the kindest face.

"I'll have the same as Feng Teng have, please." I wouldn't be surprised if she turned around and told me to stuff it up to my arse, but she doesn't.

She nods her acceptance and carries on about her duty. Feng Jia housekeeper is very obedient.

When I pick up my glass of juice and glance at Feng Teng. He's looking smug. I'm glad he finds my discomfort amusing, but I can't imagine he'd be so tickled about the situation if Auntie was opposite gender, he might become a rage.

Reaching over to his lap, I slip my hand into his lounge pants and grab his buddy loosely.

Instantly, he jumps, smacking his knee below the table and starts coughing around his mouthful of food.

Auntie Ling turns around, startled at her master choking and fetches him a glass of water, passing it over the counter to him.

He holds his hand up in a thank you gesture.

"Are you okay?" I ask, all concerned as I start to stroke his hardened length slowly.

"Fine," His voice is all high pitched and stressed.

Then Auntie Ling returns to preparing my breakfast and I continue wickedly playing mischievously with his sanities.

He drops his toaster and takes a silent, controlled inhale, looking at me with wide eyes.

Ignoring his shock, I roll my thumb slowly over his moist tip before drawing down again to his base. I can feel the incessant throb under my grasp and the wetness of c.u.m escaping the tip.

Gathering the moisture, I glide smoothly up and down his iron stiff buddy

I turn my eyes on him.

"Good?" I mouth, and he shakes his head in desperation.

Wow, his firm and sanity likely very affirm. This his state has never occurred before.

I think he must have a lot of respect for Auntie Ling housekeeper if not I know for sure that with anyone else, he would have been hauled me out of the kitchen by now.

"There you are," Auntie Ling slides a plate over the stool to me.

In flash, I get down from Feng Teng like a hot potato and slip my thumb into my mouth, before pulling my plate towards me.

Then I hear a sharp intake of breath and feel his eyes burning into me.

"Thanks, auntie," I say cheerfully.

Picking my toaster up and take a big bite. I widen with the yummy toasted sandwich.

"Wow, auntie this is so delicious," I inform her as she starts loading the dishwasher.

She looks at me and smiles. I'm aware of scorching eyes besides still burning into my face as I enjoy my toaster. Then I slowly turn to look at him, finding a face full of shock and horror.

He raises his eyebrows at me and then flicks his head to the kitchen exit.

"Bedroom, now," he says quietly as he gets up.

"Thanks for breakfast, Auntie Ling.  I'm going for a shower now," He eyes me.

I nod.

"You're welcome. Can we go through what you would like me to do today? I'm all out of sync and I can see that you have done absolutely zero, except break doors and make holes in walls." She dries her hands on a tea towel and gives Feng Teng back a disapproving look.

He doesn't turn around to face her because he's concealing the huge of his body that tenting the front of his lounge pants. I mentally chalk a tally for me on a smirk.

"Wei Lin, will sort that out with you as soon as she's helped me with something upstairs," he shouts over his shoulder as he disappears.