We rode back to Zhang’s hotel where we were met by a bodyguard that hurried us through the lobby and up the elevator to Zhang’s suite. I walked into the room and saw a luxurious layout with a kitchen, dining room, a living room with a massive flat screen and a long red leather couch.
A pair of sliding glass doors lead out to a balcony that overlooked the city’s skyline. The luxurious finishes were befitting of a five-star hotel, but I was more concerned with Zhang’s well-being. The bodyguard took him into the bathroom and I followed. Inside was a tub large enough to fit at least three people. Zhang climbed onto the countertop as the bodyguard produced a med kit the size of a briefcase.
“I’m guessing this isn’t the first time you’ve been shot?” I asked.
Zhang shook his head as the bodyguard went to work cleaning the wound. He pulled off Zhang’s shirt and I had to resist gasping at the sight of him. His perfectly chiseled body was littered with scars, bullet wounds and gaping slashes. His back was the worst; it looked as if someone had whipped him relentlessly.
“It’s alright; there are a lot of scars. The price of my position I suppose. I’ll only be a minute, feel free to grab a drink while you wait.”
“I’d rather stay here,” I said.
Zhang smiled. The bodyguard shot me a look.
“I work better without distractions,” he said.
I turned and walked out of the bathroom. On the left side of the living room, against the far wall, was a fully stocked liquor cabinet. After everything that happened, I could admittedly use a drink. I mixed together a simple vodka with cranberry juice, using some of the finest vodka I had ever laid eyes upon.
The drink was heavily unbalanced in the liquor’s favor. The bite of the liquor scorched my throat as it slid down into my stomach. Zhang emerged from the bathroom with the bodyguard. He had a bandage on his shoulder, but otherwise he seemed alright.
“You can go now,” he told the bodyguard.
The bodyguard hesitated, but ultimately left. Zhang walked over to me and looked at the glass in my hand.
“Vodka cranberry?” he asked.
“Yeah, I was little overwhelmed with the options,” I said.
His eyes traced a path from my head to my legs and back up again.
“I know the feeling,” he said with a wry smile.
I took a long swig from the drink.
“We’ve both had a long night. I noticed the tub in there. Maybe we could draw a hot bath?”
Zhang grinned. “I’d like that.”
I walked into the bathroom and turned the knobs over the tub. Steaming water poured out and began to fill the basin. Zhang appeared behind me and I felt his hands gently press against my waist as his lips softly kissed the base of my neck. Desire flooded my body as he gently pulled one of the straps down my shoulder. He kissed softly, tracing a line down my shoulder as he pushed the other strap off.
I let out a long sigh of satisfaction as he delicately unzipped the back of my dress. The garment fell to the ground, leaving me with nothing but my bra and panties. He took hold of my shoulders and turned me around slowly. His index finger started at my neck and ran down to the curvature of my breasts. He ran his hands across them as he reached around and took hold of the clasp in the back.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. He deftly unclasped the bra and let it fall to where the dress sat. I turned around and pulled off my panties as Zhang finished undressing. His body was beaten and scarred, but despite his painful past, he still kept himself in impeccable shape.
He gestured to the tub. “Ladies first.”
I climbed into the tub and lowered myself into the soothing water. Zhang climbed in behind me and pulled me back toward him. He pressed himself against me as I heard him pick up a bottle from the side of the tub.
“Lavender and jasmine oil. Would you like a massage?” he asked.
I nodded and pulled my shoulder length hair to the side as he rubbed the scented oil across my back. The scents blended perfectly together as he pressed his hands into my back and released the tension in every muscle.
“You have no scars, not a single one,” he said.
I lowered my head as he massaged the base of my neck.
“I have plenty, but all of my scars are on the inside,” I whispered.
He finished and pulled me back onto him. His hands climbed up to my breasts and gently began massaging them. His hands moved with confidence equal to his personality. I closed my eyes and felt his touch as he cupped water into his hands and gently poured it down my chest.
He held me close and whispered into my ear.
“I’ll protect you, I promise.”
We sat in the warm water until it began to cool. Zhang climbed out of the tub and I felt my heart racing as lust filled my mind. I climbed on to my knees and turned toward him as he stood on beside the tub.
“Don’t go anywhere just yet. I don’t believe I ever properly thanked you for saving my life. Come here.”
I curled my finger and watched as he stepped over to me. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his thighs I opened my mouth and gently kissed the tip of his wet shaft. I brought my hand up and curled it around him as I lowered my mouth onto him.
He sighed as he took all him into my mouth. I held him close as I pulled him out and took him in again. His fingers ran through my soaking wet hair as I found a steady rhythm. The scent of the oil filled the air. I looked up at him as he reached down and took my hand. He pulled me out of the tub and wrapped a towel around me.
“Come with me,” he said.
He led me through the suite and into the bedroom. He gestured to the bed and climbed onto it.
“I have specific tastes when it comes to my sexual preferences. I only ask that you let me do what I must, and I assure you, you won’t regret it.”
I laid down on the bed and watched as Zhang produced two pairs of handcuffs. He reached up and shackled my wrists to the headboard on the bed. It was certainly different, but I felt safe with him.
“Now, I believe it’s time I repaid you for your assistance in the servers earlier today,” he said.
He climbed onto the bed and pulled my legs apart with his hands. He dove toward the center and I felt his tongue slide into me. He gently licked at the edges before venturing upward and finding the perfect spot with ease. His tongue followed a circular motion that sent my vision spinning as ecstasy rocked my body. He didn’t stop, nor did he slow down, until an explosive climax caused me to shriek with pleasure.
Zhang didn’t waste a moment, he climbed onto me and wrapped his hands around the headboard of the bed as he thrusted deep into me. The wave that had crashed over me was given new life as he shook the bed with each powerful thrust. My entire body quaked with every motion of him against me.
He paused for a moment as sweat dripped from his body.
“We have this entire suite, let’s use it,” I said.
Zhang nodded and unlocked the handcuffs. He picked me up from the bed and brought me out to the living room. I pointed to the bar top counters in the kitchen. They seemed to be the perfect height.
He sat me down on the edge of the counter and spread my legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested them on his shoulders. He grasped my waist and resumed his furious rhythm. I fought to catch my breath as he passionately took my body for our mutual pleasure. He pulled me off the counter, spun me around, and pressed me down onto the cold marble surface. I spread my legs and felt him slide into me once again from behind.
He gripped my waist and found his rhythm once more. I could feel the rage, the passion, and the desire pouring out of him and into me. It was intoxicating, but I was ready to take control. I pushed myself up from the counter.
“Let’s go to the couch,” I said.
Zhang stepped back. “As you wish.”
He followed me over to the couch and I pushed him down onto it. I climbed onto him and slid down onto his lap. He leaned down and pressed his face into my breasts. His tongue flicked across the nipples as I grinded myself against him. I felt his body coming to a climax. I leaned down and kissed him passionately as we both reached a final climax together.
Zhang roared like a beast as I threw my head back and screamed out loud. I fell onto him and he wrapped his arms around me.
After a few silent minutes, which seemed to last an eternity, he kissed me softly.
“You need rest, tomorrow is going to be a big day.”
He led me to the bedroom and I fell asleep in his arms.