She won. As she swirled her tongue around him, he began to move. His hands burrowed through her hair and he thrust, thinking she would gag on him. She did not. She took him all and sucked when he pulled back. The fire roared through his blood and ripped through his mind. He erupted with the force of days of hardened frustration. And when he spilled, she drank. She sucked him, caressed him, and made him think he was in the most blessed heavenly realm.
Until he collapsed onto his knees before her. He fell, gasping for breath. And when his vision steadied, he saw her licking her lips. “Thank you,” she said most solemnly. “Do we have time for me to practice again?”
He could not believe it. He did not think that such a woman could exist in the whole world, much less be here looking at him with such an earnest expression. It nearly killed him to think that she could never be his.
“Not yet, Ji Yue,” he murmured. “Remember, you have yet to be punished. I have to make you scream.”
Her brow contracted in thought. “Can it be done at the same time?”
He smiled. “Oh, yes.”
“Then I wish to learn that.”
He nodded, already gathering his strength. He would have one afternoon with this amazing woman. One afternoon that would have to last his entire life, and so he decided to enjoy it to the fullest. “Very well,” he said, “but you must remember to scream. As if in pain.”
She nodded most solemnly. “I will remember.”
“Then I will teach you.”
Ji Yue recoiled in shock, her heart beating triple fast. It was one thing to be the woman caressing him, bringing him to a place where he had no control over his body. It was quite another to remove attire that kept her safe. Except, of course, no cloth could keep her safe. The very idea was ridiculous, but she felt its protection nonetheless.
“If you wish to know how to seduce a man,” he said softly. “It begins with your body.”
“You will see my bruises.”
“Your body will always be beautiful to me,” he said. She saw honesty in his eyes, and her heart broke. How had she come to this?
But if her future was in a harem, many women to one man—or even no man when the emperor died—she would take what memories she could. So she put her hands on her buttons and began to pull off her clothes.
“No. Not like you are at a dressmaker’s,” he said. “Slowly. Shyly. But with a hunger in your eyes.”
As a virgin, she should not know what he meant, but she felt an aching longing and a building excitement in what she did. And in what they risked together. She looked at him and let her thoughts pour into her face. She let him see her desire, her fears, and her desperate wish…
“My heaven…” he murmured. And if she doubted the desire in his voice, all she had to do was look down. His jade stem had stiffened again.
With shaking hands, he pulled the cushions from the couch behind her and laid them on the floor. There was little space in this tiny corner of a lesser palace, but from what she understood of the Forbidden City, he must be valued indeed if he had a room of papers and books all for himself.
She smiled at the thought that one day he might have a whole palace of his own—a home and a library with emissaries from Peking coming and going. And in that wonderful fantasy, she was pulling off her blouse and undershirt for her husband.
“Mama said that men love breasts,” she told him as she looked down at her chest. “Is that true?”
He nodded then gestured to her. “Come lie down, Ji Yue. I will show you what men do with breasts they like.”
She lowered herself to her knees. She had not yet pulled off her skirt, so he did it for her, unwrapping it as one would a jade statue: slowly and with great care.
He frowned as he tossed the fabric onto a stack of scrolls. “I do not like it that they hurt you and I did not stop it.” He ran his hand slowly down her hip, touching the scratches and discolored bruises.
“Stop them when I am about to be killed,” she said. “Anything less, and I must endure. Or fight back.” She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Ask the doctor when she next comes. Ask her how many girls have bruises worse than mine.”
He pressed his lips to her neck and swirled his tongue over a scratch there. “Brave warrior. How does the rest of you feel?” His hand brushed over her lower hair.
She gasped in response, her hips undulating without her willing it.
“You need no cream, you know,” he said softly. “Your scent is sweet enough.” Then he lowered himself over her body until he pressed his face to her thighs. “I could get drunk on such a scent.”
She ached for him to touch her. She well remembered what he had done before, but this was too new for her to know how to ask for what she wanted.
“Do you want me to touch you here?” he murmured as his fingers toyed with her hair. He looked up and she saw a flash of hardness in his eyes. “I will tell you a secret, Ji Yue. The emperor will quickly have his fill of shy virgins. It is the bold, the mischievous and the unusual girls who will entrance him.”
She nodded and found a bravery she only had with him. “Very well, then,” she said firmly. “I want you to touch me like you did before. Between my legs.”
He grinned. “No.”
Her eyebrows rose in shock. “But—”
“You have already learned that. Today, I will teach you something different.” And so saying, he pushed her down until she lay prone on the floor, her head pillowed by the cushions. He kneeled beside her hip. “I do not kiss your lips this time. Not with your makeup still on your face. Kissed lips are too easily seen.”
She nodded. She had forgotten about the white face paint she wore for her dance.
“There is much that a man likes to do with breasts,” he said as he idly lifted and shaped hers. His stroke alternated between firm and gentle, between light tugs and harsher squeezes of her nipples. And every caress was like breath to a flame, making her own breath shorten and her pulse pound. She squirmed from the torment he built inside her. “This is what I like,” he said. “I like to watch how my touch affects you. I like to see your body shudder and your lips darken. But my favorite is when you gasp.”
He accompanied his words with a sharp pinch and she whimpered in delight.
“That sound is nice, too,” he said. But then he stopped short as footsteps and two men’s voice sounded in the corridor.
She looked at their naked bodies and then up at the blocked doorway. There was no way she could dress fast enough before someone tried to open the door. And still his hands toyed with her breasts. She smiled at him, then put strength in her voice.
“No, master! I have done nothing!”
He looked at her, an apology in his eyes. “Bitch! Whore!” he bellowed. Then he slapped her bottom with the flat of his hand. The sound was loud, the sting very real, and she cried out in genuine surprise. He immediately soothed her flesh with his mouth, kissing at the red marks, but it was a very pointed reminder of the dangers she faced. If they were caught, she would be out on the street or dead.
Then before she could think further he hauled her one leg up. Again, the movement was abrupt, the invasion startling. “Oh, no, master!” she cried. “No!”
“Silence, whore!” he growled, then his fingers began to open her up. His touch made her belly spasm and she whimpered.
“Oh, no! Please forgive me!”
He leaned sideways, and his hair caressed her inner thigh as he pressed his mouth to her flesh. Her leg rose higher to give him better access.
“Aie!” she cried out in stunned shock at what he did, but oh, it felt so wonderful! His tongue burrowed and coiled. He pressed his lips flat against her body there, and while she shuddered and whimpered, he began to suckle.
“Painful cries, Ji Yue. You must sound like you’re in pain.” Then he straightened his legs so that he lay on his side. As she watched, he lifted one hand and slapped it hard on his own thigh. The sound echoed in the tiny room. “Scream!” he whispered. Then he did it again, only this time as his hand descended, his mouth pulled hard on her most sensitive spot.
“Aie!” she screamed. “Aie!” she cried again as he repeated the action. Over and over he slapped and kissed—one hard sharp pull then a pause that lasted too long. Soon she was sobbing for real, but not in pain.
Her wriggling brought her more in alignment with his body—only reversed. His organ was before her face, thick and dark red. She smelled his musk and knew that she wanted to taste him again. She meant to touch him slowly—gently—but what he did to her made her hands unsteady and her body wild. She must have gripped him too hard because he gasped, his hold on her thighs tightening almost painfully hard. That gave her the breath—and the boldness—to do what she wanted. She touched him lightly with her teeth, abrading around the head and rim.
He shuddered. “How did you learn that?”
She pulled away. “Is it good?”
“Everything with you is good,” he said. Then he returned to stroke with his tongue. Long slow pulls from back to front, then a swirl and a push at the peak where her tremors began. He repeated the caress over and over as she mirrored his movements.
It was exquisite! Whenever her thighs tightened or her breath grew too short, he changed his tempo. He stroked slower, fuller, longer as she tried to hold on to the sensations. And as he worked on her, she tried to drink him. His hips seemed to move of their own accord, and he thrust large and thick into her. But then the sensations became too much. She arched her body against his mouth. She demanded more from him just as he pushed harder and hotter into her mouth.
Then he pressed his lips to that place. He flattened his mouth around it and began to suck, then stroke, then suck again with no space between each movement. She mimicked him—sucking, then swirling, then—
She erupted, her body convulsing in expanding waves.
She would have screamed, but he pushed deep into her throat. Her cry became a gurgle and she was grateful. Then she had no thought as waves of delight shimmered endlessly through her.
If only they could truly last forever…
If only she and Bo Tao could…
If…
She slipped back to Earth. They had rolled apart, falling onto their backs so they had enough space to look down into each other’s eyes. She saw dazed joy shimmering in his.
Is this love? she wondered. Was this feeling inside simply her body’s awakening as a woman? Or was it love? Could she feel this way with the emperor? Or did it center on Bo Tao alone? She didn’t know, and that unsettled her even more. So she eased back onto her side and focused on Bo Tao. Only him. And she felt joy because the strain around his eyes had smoothed.
There were noises in the hallway: footsteps, eunuch voices. She released a whimper for their benefit, making a mental note to put on her clothing so that she looked like she’d been beaten. Then she turned back to Bo Tao. She pressed a kiss into his belly, loving the way his muscles rippled in reaction.
This was love. She was in love with Bo Tao. She’d wanted to hide from the realization, but it had come, anyway. She was in love with the emperor’s best friend. She was in love with a man that she would see often, perhaps daily in the Forbidden City, but she would be married to someone else.
She turned away, not needing to force the tears that streamed down her face.
What a disaster! She did not join the virgins at dinner. Instead, she went and bathed in solitude. She said nothing to anyone, but of course, she was never alone. Even in the bathing chamber, a eunuch watched her. And so she was not surprised when the head eunuch came to her chamber that night. He would want to know exactly what had happened to her with Bo Tao. She barely looked at him until she realized there was another person stepping into her room behind the eunuch.
“Dowager Consort!” she cried as she dropped to the floor in a hurried kowtow. Ji Yue pressed her forehead to the ground, acutely aware that her hair was askew and her clothing loose. She glanced quickly at her smirking roommate Hua Si. That’s why the damned girl hadn’t undressed even though it was late. She’d known the dowager consort was coming!
Meanwhile, Ji Yue spoke to the floor. “My gravest apologies. I had no idea you were coming or I would have remained presentable.”
“Nonsense, nonsense,” the older woman said. “You may rise.”
JiYue did, though she moved slowly, partly out of wariness, partly because she was so very sore. The dowager consort took a seat on her bed. She sat there stiffly, watching Ji Yue with narrowed eyes. Ji Yue did not make the mistake of sitting. Instead, she rose wearily to her feet to stand like a eunuch before the older woman, head bowed and hands clasped in front.
“How may I serve you, my lady?” she asked.
“Oh, my dear, I just came to see if you were hurt. After Sun Bo Tao’s display this afternoon, I have been greatly concerned about your health.”
It was not hard to bring up tears at the reference to Bo Tao. She had not thought loving a man would hurt so much.
The dowager consort leaned forward. “Did he beat you very badly?”
Ji Yue glanced nervously at Hua Si, who stood beside her, and then at the head eunuch, who loitered just as near. Did the dowager really think she would confess anything with those two in the room?
The woman understood, of course. The dowager clapped her hands. “Out! Both of you! I wish to speak to Virgin JiYue alone!”
The two clearly didn’t want to go, but they knew their place. They prostrated themselves multiple times, but then scurried backward out of the room. Probably to press their ears against the wall. It didn’t really matter. Ji Yue didn’t intend to tell the dowager anything that couldn’t be known by the whole of China. Or that’s what she thought until she heard the lady’s next words.
“So many changes,” the dowager murmured. “It is hard and confusing for me. I cannot imagine how difficult it is for you girls.” She smiled and looked kindly at Ji Yue. “I have heard of your mother. She’s very smart. Do you miss her guidance?”
To her horror, Ji Yue’s eyes teared up again. She couldn’t speak, so she nodded in silent misery. Everything had been so clear when her mother was around. Her course had been obvious, her duties clear. And if she’d chafed at the restraints, at least she’d had no doubt about what she was doing. But now, out from under her mother’s gimlet eye? She had nothing but questions and doubts.
“Tell me about your mother. Would I enjoy her company, do you think?”
Ji Yue swallowed her emotions away and forced herself to answer as demurely as possible. “I cannot presume to suggest who you would find enjoyable, my lady. I can only say that I miss her deeply. She always sees things more clearly than I.”
The dowager pursed her lips in distaste. “That was a dull answer. I thought you understood that court life requires intelligence. You certainly can’t survive on your looks.” She wrinkled her nose. “Your feet are horrifyingly big. Therefore, your value to me is your mind.”
Ji Yue lifted her head, startled to hear her mother’s words so closely echoed by the dowager consort. “What do you wish me to tell you?” she answered.
“What did Sun Bo Tao do to you today?”
She swallowed and looked away. “He beat me.”
“Do you know why?”
Ji Yue nodded then gave the answer the woman expected. “Because he lusts after me but cannot have me.”
“And do you return that lust?”
Now there was a tricky question. Ji Yue took a moment to reason out her response. Everyone in the Forbidden City relied on spies. So to become useful to the dowager, all Ji Yue had to do was offer to become one of her spies. “I pretend to lust for him,” she answered with a sly tone.
The dowager’s charcoal-painted eyebrows rose in surprise. “Very wise of you. The lust is not real?”
Ji Yue shrugged. “He is a friend to your son. I can survive a beating if it means we women have a better understanding of the influences upon the great leader of our people.” There, she had just shown the dowager that she was smart enough to be a spy. Now she had to convince the woman that she was no threat. But how?
She glanced to Hua Si’s side of the room, and the idea came to her. Oh, it was so easy! She just had to convince the dowager that she could be controlled. She had to show the dowager that something very simple would keep Ji Yue completely in her grip.
So she looked down at her hands, her expression vulnerable. “Can I tell you a secret, my lady?” Ji Yue whispered.
The dowager quickly leaned forward. “Of course, my dear!”
“The poets talk about love. Sun Bo Tao is consumed by lust. I fear I am an alien creature because none of those things draw me.” Ji Yue bit her lip as if she were betraying a great deficit. “There is only one thing that I crave.”
“Really?” The empress was at the edge of her seat. “What is it?”
Ji Yue chewed on a fingernail and tried to look guilty. “My parents don’t have a lot of money. I have two brothers who want to take the exam, but tutors are very expensive. And Mama says that the boys are our future.”
“Quite right, quite right,” the dowager said. “So you wish money for your brothers?”
Ji Yue blinked just like an ox. “Er, yes. Of course.”
The dowager smiled and patted her hand. “What a noble goal, Ji Yue, but that is not really the truth, is it?”
Ji Yue hunched her shoulders and shook her head. “Um, no. Not really.”
“So what do you want?”
“Um…” She kept her voice low in case Hua Si was indeed listening through the walls. “Do you like candied leechee nuts?”
She frowned. “Candied fruit?”
“Have you ever tasted honey? I did once. My father had it.” She closed her eyes in pretend rapture. “It was the most amazing thing I have ever tasted.”
“You like sweets?”
Ji Yue felt a blush heat her face. It was shame because this had to be the biggest lie she had ever told. “Would you like to see?” She pulled the dowager consort over to a space behind Hua Si’s trunk, then she pulled out a cache of candied sweets.
“But that is Gao Hua Si’s trunk.”
Ji Yue giggled. “I know. I put it there so people would think it is hers.”
Meanwhile the dowager frowned as she leaned back and looked hard at Ji Yue. “You want sweets. That’s it?” She didn’t sound as if she believed it.
Ji Yue quickly replaced the stash after stealing a couple of pieces. Then she looked at the dowager with calm, honest eyes. “You are right that I am smart. A smart woman understands what she wants and how to get it. Do I want to carry the emperor’s son? Of course. Do I know that there are spies and manipulations everywhere in the Forbidden City? Of course. And if I wished to hold the reins of influence, then someone might indeed fear me. But…” She shook her head, and her expression turned genuinely sad.
“But?” the dowager prompted.
Ji Yue thought of Bo Tao, of the things they had shared and done together. The tears that flooded her eyes were genuine.
“But I am working to manipulate one man and already it has cost me. I do not wish to do more.” She abruptly leaned forward, wincing as if in great pain. “My lady, I will do whatever you ask. I will use my intelligence to watch and report whatever you want. The only thing I ask is that I become one of your pampered pets—the girls who are always at your side during meals. That I never go without food ever again!”
The dowager pursed her lips. “For a girl who is so hungry, you have missed many meals.”
Ji Yue nodded. “Mama said I must. She often denied me at home because she said I would get fat.”
The dowager studied Ji Yue’s figure critically. “Fat women squeeze their babies.”
“I know!” Ji Yue snapped. Was she really that fat that people could so easily believe this lie? “My lady, I am smart enough to know my weaknesses and my desires. I could be a great aid to you.”
“Humph,” was the woman’s only response. She wasn’t convinced, but she wasn’t unconvinced, either. Ji Yue allowed her gaze to drift back to the secret cache. The candy had been delicious and she had missed dinner. Her mouth was watering for more.
“Go on,” the dowager said softly. “Take another. I don’t mind.”
“Do you…do you want one?” she asked.
“No, no, dear. You go on.”
Ji Yue flashed a grateful smile then dashed over to the candy. With her one stolen taste of food, her stomach was cramping in hunger. It was all she could do not to finish Hua Si’s entire hoard.
“Careful,” the dowager admonished. “There will be nothing left for tomorrow.”
Ji Yue reluctantly put back what she had in her hand, then returned the whole cache to its hiding place. “Oh. Of course.”
The dowager nodded then pushed to her feet. “Good night, Ji Yue.”
Ji Yue had her mouth full and could only scramble to her feet. She didn’t dare speak. With a distracted air, the dowager consort waved casually and glided out. Ji Yue barely had time to scramble back to her bed before Hua Si came bursting in.
“What happened? What did she say?”
Ji Yue shrugged, too tired to play games anymore this day. All the deception, all the court politics were giving her a bad headache. So she simply twisted her hair into her sleeping braid and climbed into bed. Behind her, Hua Si huffed in disgust and began to undress. Ji Yue closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but her thoughts would not stop whirling in her mind.
Was this what her life would be like from now on? Would she spend her days pandering to the dowager consort and her nights praying that a child took root in her belly? She winced at the idea of letting the emperor touch her as Bo Tao had. But what would happen to her if he did not choose her? Would she really end up like the concubines in the window? Of course not, she realized. She didn’t lust after another woman’s touch or even the emperor’s caress. She wanted Bo Tao. No one else would do for her now.
How could she have been so stupid? How could she have fallen in love? And with the emperor’s best friend? She curled onto her side and cried for real.
SHE WAS WOKEN hours later by a soft finger poking insistently into her side.
“Virgin!” It was a man’s high voice. “Virgin Chen Ji Yue, you must wake.”
She blinked, then groaned as she rolled over. How could an afternoon of such pleasure create so many aches now?
“Virgin Chen Ji Yue is called.”
She blinked in the darkness and finally made out the moon face of a eunuch she’d never met before. “Called where? By whom?”
The man lowered his voice to a dark whisper. “The master of the festival calls you.” Then when she didn’t answer, he frowned at her. “Sun Bo Tao.”
“I know who the master is,” she snapped, irritated not by the interruption but by the sudden tightening in her throat, the leap of her heart in her chest and the rapid moistening in her womb. How would she ever be the emperor’s wife if the mere mention of another man’s name set her entire body tingling?
“You must come now!” he ordered.
It took everything in her to resist the eunuch’s command. She didn’t know if Bo Tao had truly sent the summons. It seemed an extremely risky way to call her, though he had used eunuchs before. If this was a fake summons, then she was being led into a trap. No virgin could be caught sneaking out at night to meet a man, even if he was the master of the festival. Especially if he was the master of the festival, since he was the one whole man in all of the Forbidden City.
But what if the summons were real? What if Bo Tao needed her? It didn’t seem likely, but the fear in her heart burned like truth.
“No,” she rasped, though the word hurt like a knife. “No, I cannot be beaten again.” She rolled back onto her side and clutched her knees tight to her chest. It was the only way she could keep herself from changing her mind.
“He will be very angry!”
“Then he will beat me again tomorrow. Not tonight.”
She waited in tense silence, wondering if the eunuch would bodily drag her from her bed. She half prayed that he would. But after a hundred heartbeats, she heard him sigh and shuffle away. That left Ji Yue to spend the rest of the night in anxious fear. Who had sent the eunuch? Could it truly have been Bo Tao? What would he think? And if it wasn’t Bo Tao, then who was testing her?
The questions didn’t ease until dawn began to lighten the sky. By then her mind was so exhausted that it sputtered into silent fantasies. As she watched the dawn lightening the sky, she pretended Bo Tao lay beside her, tucking her safely in his arms. She imagined the heat of his body, the brush of his breath in her hair and his organ thick and hard inside her. What would she have to give up to have that for real? she wondered. What could she do to make her fantasies come true?