Pillowside Passion - Chapter 6

6:

When You Jin emerged from the bathroom, Du Qingting was leaning against the table while lost in thoughts. Her fingers rested on the counter, her gaze unfocused. You Jin, hair freshly washed, wore a loosely tied bathrobe, her damp skin glistening white. She sauntered over and casually slid onto Du Qingting’s lap, straddling her.

Her fingers grazed Du Qingting’s jawline.

Du Qingting sat upright, feeling You Jin’s weight. You Jin crossed her legs, picked up her phone from the table, and quietly tapped out a reply, her thumb brushing the screen.

After finishing, she tilted her head toward Du Qingting. “What are you thinking about?”

“Your kinks.”

Du Qingting’s eyes snapped back, honest as ever. “You ready?”

You Jin stared at her, countering, “Are you ready?”

Du Qingting squinted, sensing a different and almost dangerous emotion on her face. “You don’t like hitting people, right?”

“No hitting,” You Jin said. “But I lean toward liking good little sisters crawling over to say, ‘Big sister, I’ll do whatever you want, do what you will with me.’ Obedient or naughty, I’m not picky.”

With that, You Jin tilted her head with her damp hair brushing Du Qingting’s.

“Oh.”

So that’s how it was.

Not exactly unwilling…

You Jin’s wet hair not only soaked her own bathrobe but dampened half of Du Qingting’s clothes. As her shoulder lifted, the robe slipped down, and she hooked Du Qingting’s chin, her thumb gently stroking.

Du Qingting felt her soul being tugged out. You Jin should smoke—she was so effortlessly seductive, she could floor anyone. Yet, even without a cigarette, a sip from those lips could drain Du Qingting dry.

You Jin teased, “Why do I feel like I haven’t done anything, and you’re already so excited like a little pervert?”

Du Qingting thought, Look at how you’re teasing me. You Jin, curiously asked, “What did you get to do abroad? Were you a good girl?”

That was a long story. Stifled in China, Du Qingting went wild abroad, reveling in freedom. She lacked self-control, had an outgoing personality, and joined in whenever invited. She’d seen all kinds of scenes but, thanks to someone’s lessons she never crossed certain lines.

Du Qingting said, “Work. Part-time jobs to get by.”

You Jin looked skeptical. “What kind of work?”

“Drawing.” Du Qingting didn’t hold back. “No one around me knows, but I’ll tell you. For now, no one’s really supported me.”

You Jin asked, “Holding an art exhibition?”

“Comics.”

You Jin didn’t respond. Du Qingting asked, “You don’t support it either?”

“How’s your art? Can I see it?”

Du Qingting grinned. “Not suitable for you.”

You Jin let out a soft tsk.

Du Qingting gave her a light hug, looking up, rubbing her shoulder, eyes sparkling with anticipation. “What do you think of me doing this?”

You Jin pondered. “Do what you love. If you can support yourself without burdening others, draw whatever you want. Who cares about others’ opinions?”

Du Qingting’s eyes lit up. You Jin frowned. “Drawing that stuff in China won’t land you in jail, right?”

“I’m on a break. Not drawing now.”

She smiled, tempted to brag but chuckling to herself instead. She’d gained some fame abroad, with her work even translated back home.

You Jin nodded, showing respect.

“I’m gonna shower.” Du Qingting loosened her hold. With the woman on her lap, she hinted, “I don’t have clothes… Is it okay if I grab some?”

“Hm?” You Jin said. “Wear mine?”

Du Qingting replied, “I contacted a brand yesterday. They should’ve delivered today.” Her fingers brushed You Jin’s chest. “Your clothes are nice, but… a bit loose here. Not quite my fit.”

You Jin said, “I kinda like you in my clothes.” Her fingers touched the damp spot on Du Qingting’s collar. “Want to take this off me?”

Du Qingting’s hands tightened, pulling the older woman into a fierce embrace.

You Jin flirted back, shifting to straddle her fully, hands pressing Du Qingting’s shoulders pinning her to the chair.

Du Qingting was nailed in place.

You Jin lifted slightly, and Du Qingting, overwhelmed by her radiant presence, nearly suffocated. She took a deep breath, her nose filled with the scent of You Jin’s body wash. Struggling to look up, she said, “I want to devour you.”

How could this woman be so enchanting, like a siren draining her completely? Du Qingting cupped her face, itching to bite down hard.

But You Jin pressed a hand firmly against her, the other snapping sharply at her lips. “Let’s settle some scores today.”

Du Qingting swallowed hard.

You Jin sat on her lap, making Du Qingting’s legs tremble. Though she’d agreed to indulge You Jin, when You Jin took charge, Du Qingting wanted to flip her onto the counter, lift her bathrobe, and make her whimper, “Little sister, don’t bully me anymore.”

“I’m going to shower.”

“Alright.”

You Jin slid off her lap cooperatively, wet curls clinging to her cheeks, water droplets dripping from her chin.

Du Qingting’s eyes followed the droplets. You Jin’s feet, pale and pink, stood on the patterned floor. Her skin was so alluring, a red cord with a copper coin tied around her ankle. It made one wonder what her tensed legs would look like.

Du Qingting headed to the bathroom, undoing a button. Glancing back at You Jin, her gaze lingered on her sensual shoulders.

You Jin’s robe was loosely tied, her wet slippery shoulders exposed, begging to be gripped tightly. Du Qingting forced her eyes away, only to spot the red-and-black box on the counter.

She asked, “So… later, in the bedroom or here in the living room?”

You Jin replied, “Bedroom. I’ll light some aromatherapy candles.”

Du Qingting agreed, stepping toward the bathroom but pausing. Candles… aromatherapy candles… those things…

She squeezed body wash onto her hands, rubbing up a lather, then smeared shampoo into her hair, shaking off her chaotic thoughts. She showered quickly, roughly, wringing her hair to drip water. Her clothes went into the laundry basket. Stepping out, she nearly trod on the dark green dress.

Tiptoeing out, she neared the door when her senses were hit by a faint apricot scent. A voice came from behind. “Where are you going?”

Du Qingting faced away from her.

The words seemed to swirl in her ears.

Gotcha.

“Leaving so suddenly?” The woman saw through her instantly. Du Qingting turned, and You Jin approached step by step.

Though Du Qingting was open-minded, she wasn’t cut out to play the “dog,” nor was she prepared. Escaping marriage to end up with someone’s pet in bed? That was too much.

Du Qingting said earnestly, “Got any other kinks?”

“Hm?”

“I’m… actually afraid of dogs.”

You Jin looked at her deeply, puzzled. “You’ve got that issue too?”

Du Qingting said, “Uh… got bitten as a kid.”

“Really?” You Jin studied her.

Du Qingting spun a tale. “Yeah, a ferocious dog. Couldn’t outrun it. It bit my thigh.”

You Jin’s gaze dropped to her leg. Du Qingting’s fingers traced her thigh lightly.

“You Jin’s dog?”

In her memory, You Jin didn’t keep pets. Once, Du Qingting planned to give her a puppy for her birthday—partly selfishly, hoping it’d distract You Jin from micromanaging her. She brought the dog over, but You Jin saw through her. “I can’t even train you properly, and you want me to train a dog?”

Du Qingting took the dog back.

She couldn’t recall the breed, just that it was silly, with a disposable cup on its head to prop up its floppy ears. Ridiculous.

She’d thought it was dumb, but walking back with the cup on its ears, she felt dumber.

Now, she figured it was probably a husky.

She’d fled marriage to avoid being You Jin’s “dog.” Naturally, she wouldn’t be anyone’s. It wasn’t about not wanting to be hers.

Du Qingting said, “Sorry, I can’t do the dog thing.” Firm, unshakable. “Hard line. Name something else.”

You Jin stepped closer. Du Qingting’s brow tensed, sensing trouble. You Jin’s fingers slipped under her skirt hem, pinching lightly. “Did the dog bite here?”

“Hm?” Du Qingting froze, eyes dropping. No one had ever touched there. You Jin answered herself, “Guess not.”

She pressed on, “Oh, here then?”

She moved closer, pinning Du Qingting against the door. Du Qingting’s breath hitched, pressed so tightly she nearly raised her hands in surrender. You Jin’s lips neared her ear, cool fingers searching for bite marks. “Here, maybe? Little sister.”

Du Qingting couldn’t tell who she was addressing.

You Jin’s sweet, apricot-scented breath washed over her, sweeter than the earlier citrus, urging her to kiss. Du Qingting’s hands gripped her waist, pushing back, tilting her head to catch the haze in You Jin’s eyes behind her glasses.

“Here?” You Jin asked again.

Goddamn, she wanted to…

“Mmm…” Du Qingting hummed softly.

You Jin had found her ticklish spot.

“Got it.” You Jin’s lips brushed her earlobe, nibbling lightly. “Good girl.”

Du Qingting’s eyes fluttered shut.

You Jin finally pulled back, letting her catch her breath. But she only stepped back once, then slowly crouched, holding Du Qingting’s wrist, feeling her pulse. “Is this where the dog bite left a shadow?”

Du Qingting’s eyes flashed with surprise, her pulse erratic, pounding wildly.

Before she could react, You Jin’s lips pressed against her wrist.

A light lick, a gentle bite.

Du Qingting’s hand slammed against the door.

You Jin looked up, her eyes blinking behind her glasses, lashes brushing her skin. She held Du Qingting’s wrist, grazing the bruised back of her hand, her soul-stealing gaze asking: Who bit you?

Who… who… who the hell?

“You Jin’s… dog.”

Du Qingting’s back stiffened, staring in shock. You Jin or not, her fuel was running dry.

She was going insane.

Truly losing it.

You Jin tilted her head, the back of her hand brushing her red lips.

“Don’t be scared anymore, okay?”

Du Qingting saw the smile in her eyes, wanting to nod, and to speak. You Jin’s hand rested on the doorknob, asking softly if staying here, trembling so much, would set her ablaze.

Du Qingting’s mind scrambled for an answer, her breathing heavy, her body leaning against the door for support. But You Jin twisted the knob, pushing it open. Du Qingting’s eyes instinctively checked the path behind, her steps unsteady, nearly falling. She gripped the doorframe tightly.

You Jin’s red lips curved, her smile faint. Her hand landed on Du Qingting’s shoulder, pushing her back. Du Qingting stumbled, the hem of the lifted bathrobe hitting her leg. Caught off guard, she looked at You Jin who is still reeling from the earlier intimacy.

“Hm?”

You Jin’s lips pursed, humming softly. She sighed, troubled. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were scared of dogs. Actually, I have a dog.”

“A hunting dog. Huge. Super ferocious.”

“What?” Du Qingting let out a short, panicked sound, stepping forward.

You Jin slowly closed the door, shutting her out, as if saying she wouldn’t force it. But her bright eyes clearly asked:

Now, are you willing?