The Chinese Vase

“That is where we have the crux of the problem,” she said. “If I untie you may well tell me a lie or else you may escape. I have to be certain of the truth and you have to be sure that I will let you escape!”

4. Used Captive.

With a shrug she allowed the gown to slip from her shoulders to the floor. I could not help but admire her naked body. I would be lying if I described her as beautiful but even with short legs and wide hips she was an attractive woman. I found her more sexually stimulating than a great beauty.

“It would be a shame to damage such a virile man as you,” she said as she returned to my side.

One of her hands wandered over my flesh, scratching me lightly with her nails as it approached my straining erection. When it finally arrived it grasped me firmly and pulled down to expose the sensitive tip of my prick.

“I think that we should continue this conversation in a little while,” said Meijin as she climbed onto the bed. “I have another use for you in mind.”

She kneeled over my torso and looked down at me with a smile. One hand reached behind her and stroked my cock while the other wandered over her body, lingering to caress her breasts and then heading down to part the lips of her pussy.

A look of satisfaction passed over her pretty features as her finger strummed the bud of her clitoris. Her breasts were small and rounded with the nipples standing rigidly to attention but all I could think of was the way that her other hand played my prick like a musical instrument.

Moving fast and then slow she built me up and then let me down in a broken rhythm that made my body thrust up involuntarily and then relax. Meijin rode my chest as I writhed, allowing my struggles to press her hand into herself. The tip of her tongue touched her lips for a few moments, and her fingers grew ever more frantic as they played over the lips of her sex.

“Don’t stop,” I cried out. I could feel the gathering forces as I thrust myself into her hand, seeking to increase the friction and bring my own orgasm to completion.

Suddenly she released me. Had she sensed the brink of my coming? Her nails scratched the length of my shaft dropping me from the clouds to the ground with a thump.

“You will come later,” she whispered. “Maybe! If I decide that you can.”

Her own orgasm took her with the force of a storm as both her hands ploughed between her thighs with violent strokes. I felt her heels dig into my thighs as her legs quivered and she struggled to stay upright.

At last the spasms subsided and Meijin fell forward onto her outstretched arms until her face was but a few inches from mine. For a moment she looked into my eyes and I felt myself being sucked into their mahogany depths.

“Mmm. Again? Would you like to watch me come again?” she whispered.

“Of course,” I replied. “You are the boss!”

I had meant the comment as irony, but it was the truth! I had little say in the matter, Meijin could do as she wished with me. That is not to say that I was not enjoying the ride, being at a woman’s mercy was a new experience.

“I am more than your boss, I am the judge and the jury. If you please me well we shall see what happens next.” It was pretty clear that I would not be going anywhere fast.

Once again she sat up and kneeled over me. I could see her breasts rising and falling as she panted after the last bout. Meijin flicked her hair clear of her face and looked down at me with a rather lofty glance.

“Now it is time for me to use you properly,” she said as she slowly shuffled back over my quivering prick.

I lifted my head to see the very tip of me touching her moist lips. The arch of her thighs bisected by the rigid cock.

“No movement from you my little qíng rén,” she said in a serious voice. “I do the fucking and you stay absolutely still.”

I was not sure if I could manage to overcome my instincts but I nodded anyway to signal compliance. In reply she spread her knees a little, just a few inches to lower herself, to envelop the head of my cock.

I could feel the warmth of her slick tunnel and a gentle squeeze of muscle as she took me in, enfolded in her body. First her hands smoothed her breasts, lingering to tweak her nipples, then they made their way to her parted sex and framed my cock as it slid into her depths.

With a satisfied sigh she lowered herself onto me as her fingers guided me into her body. I tried so hard not to move, to be a statue, a frozen lover, but my hips could not help but twitch as I felt her enclose me to the very root of my erection.

My eyes were closed so I did not see the blow coming. A small hard hand slapped my face first with the palm and then on the return with a sharp back handed blow.

“No movement at all, was my command!” she hissed as she raised her hand for a second blow. This time I could see that her fist was clenched and that the blow was going to be a punch, not a slap.

“No,” was all I said and I saw the smile on her lips as the hand unclenched and lowered to my chest.

“Next time it will not be just a warning,” she panted.

The power she had over me was really turning her on. I could see a film of sweat on her pale skin and her nipples were hard and engorged. Now she was right on me, as far as she could go. Meijin moved so slowly up and down that she kept me imprisoned in a state of longing and suspense. Neither coming nor going, neither at the point of orgasm or indifferent to her subtle manipulations.

I could feel myself concentrating on her pleasure. Her hands, that fluttered over her body from clitoris to neck and then to her dark nipples. The way those contractions of her pussy gripped me as she slipped off me and then relaxed as she impaled herself on me. The look in her eyes as she looked down at her captive and spent all her lust on herself without sharing an iota of the passion. It was use and abuse, not passion and love in those almond eyes.

This orgasm was not frantic. When she came it was a slow wave of emotion, lust and power that enveloped her body with little spasms of pure pleasure. I could feel her thighs rub on mine as she continued to slowly lower herself and then lift off me with great self control. Meijin milked every spasm and ounce of friction in a composed surge of unqualified gratification.

At last she was at rest. A shiny sheen of sweat covered her and caused her long silky hair to mat and tangle over her face. Meijin’s breasts heaved with the exertion of self-discipline and stress. Her eyes were closed, her hands cupped under her small breasts and her pussy was filled with my unsatisfied prick to the very limit of its capacity.

6. Confession.

I could still feel the sting of her hand on my face and hesitated to spoil her moment of calm after her exquisite pleasure but I was caught between her intense sexual gratification, the need to come and the fear of my precarious position.

“Meijin,” I said in a quiet calm voice. “May I ask you…”

Her eyes opened. For a moment I thought I saw strong emotion pass across her features, disdain? arrogance? Then one of her hands stroked my cheek. For a moment it lingered at the spot where she had earlier struck and then it passed over my lips.

I could taste her pussy’s fragrance on her fingertips as they passed. Then I felt her nails on my chest and a pinch at my nipples. I saw her eyes follow the progress of her hand with almost guileless intent.

“You may ask,” she replied in a dreamy voice.

“What now?” I asked.

“You will serve my needs a little longer and then we shall see.

Now she was awake. Her hips undulated and slowly raised and then she paused on the very limit of letting me slip out of her.

“Fuck me now!” she said and lowered her hands to my chest. I felt her nails bite into my skin as she clawed me from neck to belly.

I thrust up forcing myself into her depths and then dropped back to the bed almost taking me out of her sex. I thrust again and again whilst the small tiger on my hips scratched and hewed at me with her claws. As I thrust she sometimes moved up with me, denying sensation. Then she would plunge onto me as I rose almost compressing sensation into pain.

I responded to her claws as she established rhythm and order out of the chaos of my lust. I pumped with all my strength and Meijin slapped and clawed me until blood ran from my chest to the silken sheets.

At last I came. A surge, a peak and a momentary mixture of pain and gratification that mounted and burst from me like a flood. At that very moment she asked me…

“So which is it. Which is Song dynasty and which is English?”

I could not have resisted even if I had not fallen under her spell. I told her. I more than trusted her, she was my painful lover and delectable nemesis.

“The biggest is the fake.”

I saw a look of satisfaction and a smile. She kneeled on the bed, over my prone body. Sweat glistened on her skin and the liquids of sex poured from her pussy down her thighs as she triumphantly moved up the bed to offer her sticky pussy to my mouth.

“One last thing before you go,” she laughed. “Then I release you.”

I had never been so drained. Not one of my girlfriends had ever brought me to such heights and treated me with so much contempt at the same moment. I had given Meijin my body, soul and now I was to be degraded.

But I was in no condition to resist. I tasted the salty blood smeared from my chest, the perfumed honey of her pleasure and my own musty emissions as I brought her to one last orgasm. My lips, against hers.

I think that my flickering tongue on her clitoris gave her the strongest orgasm so far. That she enjoyed not just the physical sex but the power of control, of forcing me to serve her unwillingly after my own excitement had faded.

I have to admit Meijin was the best fuck I have ever had. I could have spent a week serving her needs. Yes she abused me and used me for her pleasure and no one could have described her as beautiful or even pretty but she was exciting, dangerous and addictive in her certainty and intensity.

7. The Foolish Potter.

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So she cut me loose with her knife. You might have thought that she would be worried that I would snatch the vase and head for the window as soon as I had my jeans on but that was not my thought.

Meijin must have had me in her spell because I had no thought of the vase or the window, I was more interested in the small woman who had fucked the daylights out of me.

As I slipped on my shirt and jacket I saw the stripes of blood and raw flesh that she had gouged into me with her claws and wondered what devil had been in me to be able to come as the pleasure and pain mingled in equal parts. But I knew that I was in thrall to a woman that I would never see again.

Forgetting the vase I climbed out of the window into the night and dropped to the concrete ten feet below. I never even thought of a kiss ‘goodbye’. That would have been so out of place, I was escaping and longing for captivity.

I turned to look up at the window to see her holding one of the vases in her hand. She was naked but only her silhouette showed against the light of the apartment. I heard her laugh and then she unexpectedly threw me the vase. For a moment I thought that I would fumble the small object, as it was almost invisible in the darkness.

Then I heard her call out to me before she slammed the window closed. “I knew all along little qing ron, look inside!”

I tucked the vase into my jacket and headed back the way that I had arrived. It was not at all easy with the pain and exhaustion of the last couple of hours, but possible. At last I was back on the street under the bright lights of Portland Place.

It was then that I ventured a look into the small vase. For a moment I saw nothing inside but shadows, then I turned it to the light to see the word, in English, ‘Derby’ engraved on the inside, just above the base.

*** Note: In Mandarin - ‘Lover’ = qing

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