The CEO Bought the Villa With the Ghost Cultivator Inside novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: Mistress of the House

Meiyin sits on the edge of the bed and tells Bai Ling to learn her slowly with her mouth, and Bai Ling kneels and calls her mistress.

The bedroom door was not even shut before Bai Ling had Meiyin against the wall by the mirror, kissing her.

It was the next evening.

Meiyin had spent the whole day in the study on calls, with Bai Ling somewhere in the house learning what a refrigerator was.

She had not touched her once since the bath.

She had thought about it every minute.

Now she dropped her laptop bag on the carpet and kissed back.

Bai Ling's mouth was warm.

Her whole body was warm, in the grey sweater and the black yoga pants Meiyin had given her, which hugged her hips and thighs in a way that had made Meiyin lose her place in a budget meeting.

Her hair was loose, falling over both of them.

"You were gone all day," Bai Ling said against her lips.

"I was working."

"I counted the hours."

"You don't have clocks."

"I have the sun on the wall.

Nine hours and twelve minutes."

Meiyin laughed.

She took Bai Ling by the wrists and walked her backward across the room.

Bai Ling's knees hit the edge of the bed, and she sat.

Meiyin stood over her, still in her work clothes, the charcoal trousers, the pale-pink silk shirt buttoned to the throat.

She looked down at the woman on her bed.

The long black hair.

The flushed, proud, hungry face.

"Show me what you've learned," Meiyin said.

"I have learned very little."

"You learned how to kiss me against a wall in about a minute.

I think you're a fast student."

Bai Ling's eyes went dark.

She looked up through her lashes.

"Tell me what you want."

The question hit Meiyin low in the stomach.

All day long she told people what to do.

Her board, her staff, her drivers, her lawyers.

All day long she was the one who decided.

For three weeks the only voice in her head had been Jiang Xue's, saying she was cold.

Nobody had ever asked what she wanted, and then waited for the answer.

"Take off my shoes," Meiyin said.

Bai Ling slid off the bed onto her knees on the carpet.

She took Meiyin's left ankle in both hands, and eased the black heel off, and set it aside as carefully as if it were porcelain.

She did the right.

Then she stayed there, kneeling, her hands wrapped around Meiyin's ankles, looking up.

"Now the trousers."

Bai Ling found the clasp.

It took her two tries.

She drew the zipper down, and Meiyin lifted her hips against the wall to let the charcoal wool slide down her legs.

Underneath, Meiyin wore black lace and nothing else.

Bai Ling made a small sound.

"Your age," she said unsteadily, "has remarkable underthings."

"Take them off with your teeth."

Bai Ling's breath hitched.

For a moment she looked almost frightened.

Then she leaned in and caught the lace at Meiyin's hip between her teeth.

She dragged it down slowly, an inch at a time.

Her nose brushed Meiyin's skin, her hair swept across Meiyin's thighs, and Meiyin's hand found the back of her head.

The lace came free.

Bai Ling let it drop to the floor.

Meiyin sat down on the edge of the bed, shirt still buttoned, bare from the waist down, and spread her legs.

Bai Ling knelt between them.

She looked at Meiyin's pussy, bare and flushed, wet already, and her lips parted.

"I have done this," she said, "only for one person."

"I'm not her."

"No."

Bai Ling's voice cracked.

"You are not."

She said it as if it hurt, and as if she was glad.

"Then do it for me," Meiyin said.

"Slowly.

Learn me."

Bai Ling put her hands on Meiyin's thighs, and bent her head, and kissed her.

It was a soft, wet, open-mouthed kiss against the inside of her pussy lips, so deep and so unhurried that Meiyin's hips lifted off the bed.

Bai Ling made a low sound in her throat and did it again.

Her tongue slid along the seam, up and down, learning the taste of her, the heat, the shape.

She found the hood of the clit and circled it.

Meiyin's head fell back.

"Slower," she said.

Bai Ling slowed.

She stopped circling and used the flat of her tongue, long, lazy strokes from the bottom to the top, pressing at the end.

Meiyin's fingers tightened in her hair.

"Like that.

Just like that.

Don't hurry."

"I will not," Bai Ling said against her, "until you tell me."

The vibration of her voice went straight up Meiyin's spine.

Bai Ling licked her, slowly, thoroughly, with the patience of someone who had waited six hundred years and could wait one more hour.

She lapped at her entrance and pushed her tongue inside, just the tip, and Meiyin groaned.

She sucked gently at the lips, and drew them between her own, and Meiyin's thighs began to tremble on her shoulders.

"Your clit," Meiyin said.

"Suck it."

Bai Ling closed her lips around it and sucked.

Meiyin's whole body arched.

White light flashed behind her eyes.

She was gripping the bedspread with one hand and Bai Ling's hair with the other, and every muscle in her stomach had gone tight.

"Again."

Bai Ling did it again, with a flutter of her tongue on the tip, then a long pull.

She slid two fingers up into Meiyin and curled them, searching, and found the place on the first try.

Meiyin said her name.

She said it twice.

"Bai Ling.

Bai Ling, don't stop."

Bai Ling did not stop.

She worked her fingers in and out, the heel of her palm pressed against Meiyin's lower belly, her mouth moving on the swollen bud in a rhythm that was already learning what Meiyin wanted.

She was good.

She was so good it was almost funny, for someone who had said she had hardly done this.

Meiyin looked down and watched her.

The black hair spilling over her thighs.

The pale cheeks hollowed as she sucked.

The dark eyes, open, fixed on Meiyin's face as if there were nothing else in the world to look at.

"Look at you," Meiyin said, breathless.

"On your knees for me."

The eyes flickered.

Bai Ling moaned against her, and Meiyin felt the shudder run through the whole kneeling body, down to the heels.

"You like that."

Bai Ling's mouth didn't leave her.

She nodded, her hair brushing Meiyin's thighs.

"Then keep going," Meiyin said, "and I'll let you hear how much I like it."

She came with a rough sound she had never made for her ex-wife, a broken, open cry, her thighs clamping around Bai Ling's head.

Bai Ling groaned and held on, riding it out with her mouth, her fingers pulsing inside as Meiyin's pussy clenched and clenched around them.

It went on and on.

When it ended, Meiyin was limp against the bed.

She could not have said how long.

Bai Ling lifted her head.

Her mouth was wet.

Her cheeks were flushed to the roots of her hair, and her eyes were bright with silver.

"Did I do well?" she asked.

Meiyin laughed, shakily.

"Come here."

"I am not finished."

"No," Meiyin said, dropping her hand to Bai Ling's jaw.

"You're not."

Bai Ling's eyes went wide, and a little stunned, then darker.

"Again?"

"Again.

Hands behind your back."

Bai Ling put her hands behind her back, one gripping the other wrist.

She knelt there with her breasts rising and falling under the grey sweater, and her mouth still shining.

Meiyin slid down off the bed onto the carpet.

She took Bai Ling's face in both her hands.

She kissed her, tasting herself on that mouth, deep and hard, and Bai Ling whimpered into it.

Then Meiyin pushed her gently back.

Bai Ling lay down on the rug, still holding her wrists behind her, arching her back so that her chest rose to the ceiling.

Meiyin pushed the grey sweater up to her collarbones.

She was not wearing anything under it.

Her breasts were small, round, with dark nipples already stiff.

Meiyin lowered her mouth to one and sucked.

Bai Ling cried out.

She pulled against her own grip, hips rolling, and Meiyin bit gently and was rewarded by a gasp.

She switched to the other.

She sucked it hard, rolling the wet one under her thumb, and Bai Ling's legs began to move restlessly on the carpet.

"Meiyin."

"Mistress," Meiyin said, against her skin, trying the word.

She felt it hit.

Bai Ling's whole body went rigid.

"Say it."

"Mistress," Bai Ling whispered.

A pause.

"I did not mean to."

"Say it again."

"Mistress.

Please."

Meiyin lifted her head.

She looked at the flushed face, the closed eyes, the mouth already open.

"Please what?"

"Touch me.

Please, mistress.

Touch me where I am wet."

Meiyin tugged the yoga pants down.

Bai Ling was not wearing anything under those either.

Her thighs were slick to the knee.

Meiyin laid her palm over her, felt how hot she was and how swollen, and Bai Ling's hips jerked up into her hand.

"You've been like this all day."

"Since the bath."

"Why didn't you come find me?"

"You were working," Bai Ling said, with a shaky little laugh.

"You told me it was important."

Meiyin gave a groan, and pushed three fingers into her.

Bai Ling shouted.

She stretched around them, and Meiyin pumped her hand slowly, deeply, feeling the walls drag and pulse, her thumb pressing on the clit with every stroke.

She bent and took a nipple in her mouth again.

Bai Ling was shaking from head to foot.

"Hands," she gasped.

"Mistress, may I use my hands?"

"No."

"Please."

"No.

Keep them behind you.

Take it."

Bai Ling sobbed.

She lay there with her wrists locked behind her back and let Meiyin fuck her, harder, faster, three fingers curling inside her, the wet sound filling the room.

Her thighs spread wide, her feet braced on the carpet, her hips rising to meet each thrust.

Her face was a ruin.

"I am going to," she said.

"Mistress, I am going to."

"Then do it.

Come for me."

Bai Ling came with her head thrown back, a long, high, wrecked sound tearing out of her throat.

Her pussy gripped Meiyin's fingers so tightly it hurt.

The mirror on the wall began to hum, low and deep, and every lamp in the house flickered and held.

Meiyin kept stroking her through it, slow now, gentle, until Bai Ling went limp and sobbing on the rug.

She pulled her fingers out.

She pulled the sweater down over the bare breasts.

She lay down beside her and drew her in, and Bai Ling pressed her face into Meiyin's neck and shook.

"I did not know," Bai Ling said, muffled.

"I did not know it could be like that."

"Neither did I."

The silence stretched.

They lay in it, warm, tangled, breathing.

On the nightstand, Meiyin's phone lit the dark ceiling.

It buzzed against the wood, and buzzed again.

The name on the screen read Jiang Xue.

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