[Warning: Mild-moderate snu snu content up ahead! Enjoy and bring the cold holy water with you.]

"Mm. I have never seen your ass like this. I have been neglectful. Another thing I add to the list of incredible aspects of you." She could hear the fascination in his voice.

Was this supposed to be a compliment? She started to turn around to look at him, but his hands were on her hips, holding her still.

"Don't move," he ordered. "Just stay like that."

He tugged gently on her hips, pulling her back towards him. She stumbled a little and then stepped back willingly. Her elbows remained against the railing so that she was now more bent over than standing, simply leaning on the rail. Some of her hair was starting to get in her face, so she tossed her head to the side so that her hair fell over the opposite shoulder instead.

"Perfection," he muttered quietly before releasing her hips. "Don't move an inch."

An eternity passed in complete silence. Mo Qingchen didn't touch her anymore and it was rather maddening to just stand there completely naked, bent over the railing, and waiting anxiously for his next move.

She wanted to turn around and look at him, but it was clear that he wanted her to stay still. It was hard to choose between demanding what she wanted and being the obedient little lamb being led to slaughter.

Finally, she felt contact. It wasn't what Qian Meng was expecting, though.

His lips were at the back of her knee, kissing the sensitive flesh there ever so softly. It was nothing like the hot, searing kisses he'd been lavishing on her neck just a few minutes earlier. These kisses were gentle, tender, warm caresses of his lips. Just like the kiss in his office.

They were different, but they felt good.

His lips ascended up her thigh, moving slowly. He seemed to be taking his sweet time, enjoying himself. It caught her off guard.

He kissed up until the top of her thighs and stopped at the swell of her ass. He peppered her with kisses before scraping the skin with his teeth.

She had heard that people's actions came back to bit them in the ass, but now that she faced the event first hand, she could definitely say it wasn't unpleasant.

As his lips continued on to her lower back, both of his hands settled firmly on her ass cheeks. He gave them a gentle squeeze as he kissed a tantalizing trail up her spine.

The shiver came to her unbridled. It was as if each time his lips touched her skin, she found a new nerve ending to feel through. She buzzed with anticipation and not being able to see Mo Qingchen was driving her crazy.

Qian Meng was aware of her shallow breathing and quickening heartbeat. As his lips moved higher and higher up her back, his hands moved with them, right along the same trail. He didn't stop until he was right back where he started in the first place, with his lips at her ear.

"Mm. Let's check if you are wet for me, shall we?" he said, sliding his fingers down her side.

If Qian Meng hadn't been wet from his kisses up her body, his voice at her eat would have definitely done the trick at that moment.

His hand moved down her side and across her lower back to her ass, giving it a firmer squeeze. And then, it slid excruciatingly slowly down between her legs. His hand stilled before he actually touched her folds, but she could feel it right there, hovering a fraction of a millimeter away.

"Bend over for me. Just a little more," he commanded softly into her ear.

Qian Meng swallowed thickly and complied, taking another step back so that she was bent over a little more.

"There you go," he encouraged, a smile evident in his voice.

His fingers made contact with her fold, the touch feather-like before he pressed harder. He stroked her with soft, explorative motions. Qian Meng whimpered at the contact, instinctively opening her legs a little wider apart.

She hummed as one fingertip just barely dipped between her folds.

"You're wet," he stated. As if she didn't know.

"What did you expect?" she retorted. "We have been toying with each other since we met."

She groaned as he pushed his finger into her.

"And you're tight," he groaned, wiggling his finger inside her.

She barely turned her head to the side. "I know," she said with a knowing smile. The kegel muscle exercises finally came to use. She utilized her powers to squeeze his finger.

"Always ready with a retort, aren't you?" his words were sharp, but his tone was full of amusement.

"I just like to know what I'm working with," she replied, squeezing his finger once again.

"You know what?" he asked. She didn't respond, knowing he would give her the answer. "I am going to fuck that snark right out of you," he threatened slowly as he started to move his finger in and out of her, expertly hitting all the right spots.

"I thought you liked my attitude," she countered, fighting off the little moan lodged at her throat.

"Normally, I do. But tonight, I plan on having you begging me for my cock, not talking back to me." He pushed in with a little more force to emphasize his point.

"Where's the fun in that?" she challenged, her lips puckering up in a mock-pout. Qian Meng sighed happily when he added another finger into the mix.

"The fun will be in fucking you senseless while you beg for more," he responded, ever so sure of himself.

"You're awfully sure of yourself, Mr. Mo." She opened her eyes with a light smile on her lips. She just couldn't help it.

"Yes, I am. And you are about to find out why, Mrs. Mo."

Mrs. Mo. She had not heard that before. It made a delicious shudder run through her body.