The Sect Leader's New Daughter Has Her Hands on My Hips novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: The Bamboo Cottage

Wanning strips Yuxi by command and gives her the first orgasm of her life with her fingers, fully clothed herself.

Yuxi walked past the bamboo cottage twice before she went in.

She told herself it was to check that the new guest had everything she needed.

She carried a folded set of dry robes in both arms, because she had been told to.

The cottage stood alone at the edge of the grove, with one lamp lit in the window.

Wanning opened the door before she could knock.

She had changed into a loose black shirt with the sleeves rolled.

Her wet hair was combed back with her fingers.

"You came," she said.

"I came to see that you're settled."

"Liar." Wanning stepped back to let her in. "Shut the door, jiejie."

Yuxi shut it.

The room was small, with one bed, one low table, and a rack where the iron sword hung beside the door.

It smelled of rain and lamp oil and warm skin.

"Put the robes down."

Yuxi set them on the table.

Her hands were not quite steady, and she saw Wanning see it.

"Now stand there," Wanning said, and pointed at the middle of the floor. "Feet apart. Ready stance."

"Wanning..."

"I'm not asking about your sword. Stand."

Yuxi stood.

Wanning circled her slowly, the way she had on the platform, and stopped behind her.

Her hands settled on Yuxi's hips again, and this time there was no rain between them and no pretense of a lesson.

Her thumbs pressed into the dip above Yuxi's tailbone.

Yuxi's breath left her in a short, shaking sound.

"There it is," Wanning said, low and pleased.

"I felt that this morning. You've been wound so tight you've forgotten you have a body."

Her hands slid up the sides of Yuxi's ribs.

"Tell me to stop," she said against Yuxi's ear. "Go on. Say it once and I'll open the door."

Yuxi's mouth was dry.

She tilted her head back until it rested against Wanning's shoulder.

"Don't," she said.

"Don't what?"

"Don't stop."

Wanning laughed, soft and delighted, and turned her around by the hips and kissed her.

It was nothing like the two clumsy kisses Yuxi had had at twenty.

Wanning's mouth was hot and sure and a little rough, and she took the kiss as if it belonged to her.

Her tongue slid against Yuxi's, and Yuxi heard herself make a noise she had never made in her life.

Her hands came up and grabbed Wanning's shirt.

"Good," Wanning murmured into her mouth. "Hold on to me."

She pulled at the knot of Yuxi's sash.

The white and pale blue outer robe came open and slid off her shoulders.

Wanning peeled the inner robe away next, and then the thin undershirt.

Yuxi stood in the lamplight with her arms half raised and her skin pebbling.

Wanning looked at her for a long moment.

She looked at the small high breasts, the dark tight nipples, the flat belly, the long pale thighs.

"Look at you," she said, quietly. "The perfect heir, and you're shaking."

"I'm not cold."

"No. You're not."

Wanning cupped one breast in her calloused palm and brushed her thumb across the nipple.

Yuxi's knees nearly went.

"Sit on the bed."

Yuxi sat, and the quilt was rough under her bare thighs.

Wanning stayed standing, fully dressed, between her knees.

She took Yuxi's chin and tilted her face up.

"Lie back."

Yuxi lay back.

Her hair spilled across the quilt, the white jade pin digging into her scalp, and she did not care.

Wanning knelt on the bed and ran her hands slowly down Yuxi's body, from the collarbone to the hip, as if she was learning it.

"Open your legs for me, jiejie."

The word went through Yuxi.

She opened her legs.

She was wet already, and she knew it, and she knew Wanning could see.

Wanning's grin went slow and dark.

"Oh," she said. "You've been like this since the platform."

"Since before," Yuxi whispered, and hated how true it was.

Wanning stroked a finger down the inside of her thigh, and then up through the slick folds, one light pass.

Yuxi arched off the quilt with a cry.

"Quiet," Wanning said, kind and merciless. "The walls are bamboo. Bite your hand if you have to."

She did.

She pressed her knuckles to her teeth as Wanning circled her clit, slow and wet and exact.

Every pass sent a blue spark up her spine.

She had touched herself before, quickly and in secret, and it had never been this.

This was someone else's hand, with someone else's rhythm, and she couldn't predict a single stroke.

Wanning slid one finger inside her.

Yuxi's hips jerked.

"Tight," Wanning breathed. "Gods, you're tight. Relax for me."

A second finger followed, and the stretch burned and then melted.

Wanning curled them forward and found a place inside her that made the whole room go white at the edges.

"There," Wanning said. "Right there. Do you feel that?"

"Yes. Yes, Wanning, please..."

"Please what?"

"Don't stop."

"I won't."

Her thumb came down on Yuxi's clit and moved in small tight circles, and her fingers worked in and out in a steady, deep rhythm.

Yuxi's whole body wound up toward something she could not name.

Her free hand fisted in the quilt.

Her thighs began to tremble.

"That's it," Wanning said. "Let go. I've got you."

"I can't, I'll..."

"Come for me, Yuxi."

Her name, said flat and plain, like a command on a training field.

Her body obeyed.

It broke over her like a wave, a long hard shudder that locked her spine and emptied her head.

She bit down on her knuckles and cried out into her own skin.

Her cunt clenched around Wanning's fingers again and again, and Wanning kept the rhythm slow and let her ride every pulse down.

When it finally ebbed, Yuxi lay boneless on the quilt, tears in the corners of her eyes, gasping at the ceiling.

Wanning withdrew her hand and licked her fingers clean, watching her.

"Is that the first time?" she asked. "Properly. With someone else?"

"Yes."

"Good." Wanning bent and kissed her, slow, tasting of her. "I wanted to be."

Yuxi lifted a shaking hand and touched the front of Wanning's shirt.

Wanning caught her wrist.

"Not tonight," she said, and her voice was a little rough. "You're not steady enough to do anything useful with those hands."

"I want to."

"I know you do."

She tucked a strand of black hair behind Yuxi's ear, very gently.

"Put your robes on, jiejie. Go home. Walk like the heir of Qingming past the whole sect."

Yuxi sat up, her legs not quite working.

She dressed, with her back to the lamp, and Wanning watched every move.

At the door she turned.

Wanning was lying across the quilt where Yuxi had been, her hands behind her head, her grin crooked and tired and smug.

"Same time tomorrow," Wanning said.

It was not a question.

Yuxi walked out into the dark, with her heart going, and every step of the way she knew her answer was yes.

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