Chapter 15 A Fateful Seduction
Late one night, a week or so after the cruel beating of Peony, during which
the Brothers Chan had mapped out their plan to trap the presumed traitor within
the Black Scorpion gang, Li Chang was lying face down on Ming-tzu's comfortably
cushioned bed while she massaged his aching muscles. That night he had spent
several hours training some of Wen-chi's loyal followers in various martial arts
and in the handling of small arms. His students had learned their lessons well;
one over-zealous young protege had thrown him violently to the floor a couple of
times. As a result his lower back was very sore. But the benefits were certain
to outweigh the rather painful cost. The cadre of men that he had trained,
several of them little more than boys, would do well when pitched battles with
the Scorpions came, as they inevitably must.
Li Chang was under no illusions as to the perils he faced; he was playing a
supremely dangerous double game, and the slightest misstep could lead to his
undoing. Over the last several weeks he and his men had dispatched a number of
mid-level Scorpions to an eternal rendezvous with their late ancestors, and the
villainous Chans had to know that this strange series of "defections" was more
than coincidental.
It had been several nights since he had been with Ming-tsu, and she,
usually so animated, was strangely quiet tonight. When he had returned,
exhausted from a long day, she had bathed him gently. When his bath was done,
she had him lay on the very bed on which she had given him so much pleasure,
while she lit the candles which stood on a pair of end tables, and retrieved a
small vessel of hand-blown glass that contained her finest massage oil. As soon
as she undid the cap, a delicate but pleasing aroma tinged with hints of vanilla
and coconut seemed to diffuse throughout her bedchamber. Her skillful fingers
felt good on his body as she worked the sweet savory oil into the muscles of his
neck and shoulders. He tried to unwind, and forget, if only for an hour or two,
the ever-present danger of his situation and bask in the sensuous caresses of
his nimble-fingered mistress.
"Relax, my love," his brown-eyed concubine murmured through rose-colored
lips. "You are too tense."
Ming-tsu was straddling the backs of his legs now, her rounded bottom,
naked beneath the scanty chemise, felt soft and warm against his muscular
thighs. She dug her talented fingers into the pliable flesh in his lower back
for several minutes, applying a soothing mint-based balm that she had acquired
from a Siamese apothecary. The balm burned the area around his lower vertebrae
for a few seconds, but within a minute or two, thanks to the deep-healing balm
and Ming-tsu's skillful fingers, he began to feel like a new man.
A moment or two later Ming-tsu poured another half ounce of the fragrant
oil into her talented hands, which she proceeded to rub deeply into his tense
buttocks, kneading his taut gluteal muscles with practiced fingers.
After rubbing them vigorously for a few moments she began using a chopping
motion on his buttocks and the backs of his thighs. As not infrequently
happened, Ming-tsu awakened nerve endings Li Chang didn't know he had. Even in
his fatigue he felt his manhood stirring beneath him.
After a minute or two Ming-tsu abandoned the chopping strokes, and bent
forward so that her ripe lips touched his shoulder blade. Ming-tsu had always
taken as much enjoyment from his lean, hard body as he had taken from hers, and
tonight was no exception. She began to kiss him, leaning forward so that her
barely clad, brazen-nippled breasts grazed his quivering flesh, while her lips
drew a series of sensuous patterns on his back. His body was redolent with the
musky scent of masculine virility, coupled with the faint overtones of coconut,
vanilla, and mint.
His lower back was damp and tingling from her hot breath, when she moved
still lower, squeezing his buttocks and sinewy thighs with her hands even as her
lips descended to kiss and nibble at his buttcheeks.
Ming-tsu slid forward a little, letting her silk-covered breasts slide
tantalizingly over Li's manly body, her flinty nipples seeming to set off
electric sparks every place she touched; Li tried to roll over, so that she
could attend to his pulsing cock, but she pushed him back down, and whispered
breathily, "Not yet, my love." Then she leaned forward again and slowly slid
her sumptuous breasts up and down his thighs, buttocks and lower back, while Li
closed his eyes and enjoyed the dreamy sensuality of the moment.
A few seconds later he opened them again and glanced over his shoulder just
in time to see Ming-tsu insert an index finger into her mouth, and suckle it for
a few moments with her lips and tongue. His semi-rigid organ, envying that
lucky digit, stiffened even further in response. A moment later he felt his
mistress's graceful fingers pressing against the backs of his upper thighs,
gently forcing them apart. He complied willingly, sliding his legs outward
slightly as he felt her manicured fingers slide between his legs and stroke his
perineum, that exquisitely sensitive region between the base of his penis and
his rectal opening. A moment later that saliva-coated index finger slid
smoothly into his anus, and soon he felt a fingernail scraping teasingly at the
walls of his rear orifice, sending sharp tingles of pleasant electricity halfway
up his colon.
His exhaustion forgotten, his swollen manhood rampant with desire, Li
rolled over so that Ming-tsu could see the state of his arousal. His cock was
an angry shade of red, and tipped with a viscous drop of semen.
"Ayee-yah, my stallion's lance will please me well tonight!" Ming-tsu
cooed, licking her lips lasciviously as she eyed Li's throbbing organ hungrily.
But then, unaccountably, she stood up and backed away from him.
The shapely almond-eyed seductress was dressed only in a brief, low-cut
turquoise chemise that failed to reach even to mid-thigh. Li stood up and moved
toward her, encumbered somewhat by his rampant erection. But each time he drew
close, Ming-tsu playfully glided out of his reach, laughing a silvery laugh each
time she eluded his grasp. After a minute or two of this graceful evasion, she
slipped behind a round table, ready to dart either way. Seeing that he had
grown weary of the chase, Ming-tsu turned slightly and posed for him. Standing
obliquely to him, she extended her bare right foot onto the top of the low
table, and then stretched forward with both hands to touch her ankle, a movement
which gave her sensual body the graceful lines and curves of a artist's model.
Then, slowly, caressingly, she drew her soft hands up the slender curves of
her lower leg, past her knee and up along a shapely thigh, smoothing satiny
skin that was perfectly smooth to begin with. At mid-thigh, she caught the hem
of the flimsy turquoise garment, and lifted it as her soft hands continued their
delightful odyssey up her long, luscious legs. A few moments later, her
gleaming, golden leg was bare to the hip, and Li Chang could just make out, in
profile, a few enticing tendrils of dark pubic hair that had somehow eluded the
artful shield formed by the graceful lines of her leg.
The tantalizing exhibition did not last long. A moment later, Ming-tsu let
the hem of her tiny garment fall back in place and she turned to face her lover,
a petulant expression on her pretty face.
"I am angry with you tonight, Li Chang," she pouted. "Always you want to
make love to me. Always you say you want to marry me, one day. But you keep
your life a secret from me." Ming-tsu leaned forward so that the mouthwatering
upper slopes of her lush breasts spilled shamelessly over the scooped neckline
of the flimsy chemise.
"You won't even tell me who your parents are," she scolded him, "or where
you come from. I'm tired of making love to a phantom," Ming-tsu murmured,
befored gliding behind a chair and teasingly lifting the hem of her brief
garment even higher on her ivory-gold thighs.
Even after all their months together, Li remained as enthralled by the
hypnotic beauty of Ming-tsu's face and figure as he had been on that
unforgettable first night when she had taken him to her bed. "I have told you,
my darling," Li Chang replied, a little impatient with the way Ming-tsu kept
sliding so provocatively away from him. He wanted her; he wanted her badly. But
he had long since learned not to rush his encounters with her. Anticipation, he
had discovered in her welcoming arms, is the most perfect of aperitifs. "I am an
orphan. I grew up on the streets."
"But you are obviously well-educated. You must have gone to school. You
must have friends. Why do you keep these things secret from me, my love?" She
could almost feel the heat of his lustful gaze on her body. "Tell me, Li Chang.
If you do, I promise you something special." Ming-tsu gave him a dazzling
smile, bold with the promise of unspoken erotic delight.
After a moment she gracefully lifted her arms to release a hairpin,
noticing how the movement attracted Li's intense gaze to her sharp-nippled
breasts. Removing the hairpin, she let waves of glossy black hair drift lazily
down over her shoulders and smiled lasciviously at Li. She swept her moist pink
tongue across her ruby lips, and then approached him again.
Li reached for her, but she waved a finger at him naughtily and whispered a
breathy, barely audible "Uh-uh," and gently pushed him back down onto the bed.
Standing above him, Ming-tsu cupped a rounded breast in each hand through the
thin silk, and lightly scraped at her nipples, her eyes hot on Li Chang's
swollen cock. And then she turned her back to him, allowing her lover's gaze to
slide up her smooth silken thighs, as she inched the hem of the chemise higher,
and then higher still, giving him an all-too-brief glance at the base of her
alluring buttock cleft.
Then the teasing dark-eyed beauty pivoted around to face her lover again,
while she continued to revolve her hips to some unheard sensual rhythm. Pursing
her lips into a perfect 'O', her left hand lifted the hem of the aquamarine
slip, letting Li admire for a moment the sleek golden roundness of one hip.
Then, standing only inches away from him, she shrugged a softly rounded
shoulder, letting one of the thin straps of the chemise slide down her upper arm
and away from her left breast, baring its rounded perfection down to its taut,
tempting nipple.
Li Chang's jaw tightened with lust as Ming-tsu slid her right hand lazily
across her flat belly, and then upward so that it cupped the underside of that
newly-bared breast, a breast bejeweled by nature with a kissable brown crest
that matched the rich color of her beguiling almond eyes. Li Chang's palms were
sweaty, but his throat was dry with frustrated desire as he watched her slide a
sharp, scarlet thumbnail slowly back and forth across her quivering nipple.
"You like?" she purred huskily.
