by Blue Saffire
“You’re free to roam most of the house, only certain areas will be off limits. You will not be allowed to have anyone here without my or Master Longwei’s approval.”
I try to stay focused but just the mention of that name brings back the dream and that near kiss. I don’t realize I’ve stopped walking until Mr. Zhong calls my name. “Ms. Chambers, are you all right?”
“Yes, sorry.”
He chuckles again and continues on with his rules and tour. In each room he shows me, I get more and more disappointed that I don’t see him.
“So that’s it,” Zhong says stopping me at a wooden door. “Do you have any questions?”
“Yes.” We’ve gone on this brief tour and he’s run down all the dos and don’ts of the house. But there’s one thing he hasn’t done. “When do I get to meet my client?” I have yet to meet the owner of this gorgeous home.
“You don’t.”
“Wait, what? How am I supposed to do my job if I don’t meet him?”
Mr. Zhong steps forward placing his hands behind his back. “The master of the house is a very private man. As I stated in the paperwork I submitted to United Health. Your job is to watch the house at night and be available if, and only if, the master of the house needs you.”
“Well, how am I supposed to know if he needs me?”
He smiles, for the first time it seems to be a genuinely happy smile. “He will let you know. Now come.” He opens the door to the room I remember as the immaculate office I was in the other day, and steps back for me to enter.
“Don’t get me wrong,” I say over my shoulder as I walk into the room. “But this job seems too easy for how much you’re paying me.”
Nothing in life is free. Nobody knows that better than me. The things I did, the things I allowed to be done to me, just so I could eat or feel as if I belonged, taught me that. I’m desperate to save my brother’s, but I’m not crazy.
“I hope that won’t be a problem.” His voice instantly sends those butterflies in my stomach to flight.
Standing in front of the desk in a simple T-shirt and loose fit linen pants that resembled the ones he wore in my dream, is Longwei. His hair is braided again and the plait hangs over his shoulder.
“Master Longwei, if you are no longer in need of me, I think I will retire for the night.”
Wei never takes his eyes off of me as he replies, “Thank You, Zhong. You may leave.”
“Good night, Ms. Chambers.”
Mr. Zhong’s voice reaches my ears clearly, but I can’t for the life of me turn away from Wei long enough to tell him goodnight. Instead, I simply nod my head. The sound of the door closing behind me is the only way I know that he has left us alone.
“I’m sorry if the job has made you feel uncomfortable.”
I shake off the fact that he accurately read my mind. “No, it’s...” I try to find the words to make me not seem so unappreciative. Wei holds up a hand, then pushes off the desk to walk toward me. He stands in front of me and I have to tilt my head to look in his face.
“This job is an odd request. I know. But my uncle is very close to leaving this world and never coming back. He would prefer to spend his last days the way that makes him happy.”
“In solitude?”
A simple tilt of his head. “Zhong and I would like to have at least one more person here to help if needed,” he replies, leaving my question unanswered.
“I understand.” And I do. Who am I to say how someone should spend their life? If he doesn’t want to be bothered, then that’s his choice.
“At least one good thing comes out of him not needing your help.”
“What’s that?”
He smiles, softening his features. “I get to spend more time with you.” My face flames and I have to look down at my feet in hope that he can’t see it. “Tell me, did Zhong show you the house?”
“He showed me the basics. Kitchen, bathroom, laundry, stuff like that.”
“So, none of the fun stuff.” He winks at me and those butterflies in my stomach drop lower. A lot lower. “Come with me. I will give you the real tour.”
He grabs my hand and it’s the most natural feeling in the world. The comfort I feel around him is as if I’ve known him all my life. I try not to compare him to relationships I’ve had in my past.
It isn’t right to him. Plus, I’ve already established those weren’t real relationships. However, it’s hard to ignore the way he makes me feel compared to the others. In a word, I’d call it safe. I feel safe when I’m with him.
He takes me to view the 50,000 sq ft home. We stop by fourteen of the fifteen bedrooms—the only one we didn’t visit is the room his uncle is in, on the east wing. I get to use one of the seventeen and a half bathrooms and visit the formal and the informal dining rooms. The formal one has a table big enough to fit an entire football team. My favorite rooms are the 42 foot domed music room, the library with its wall-to-wall shelves and the room I’m in now.
“I can’t believe you have an Olympic size pool in your home.”
Calling this an indoor swimming pool isn’t doing it justice. The pool has to be about fifty feet in length. It’s surrounded by stone columns and a curved ceiling that is painted to look like the night sky with stars. It even has its own glow. A waterfall is at each end of the pool and floor lights give the area a cozy intimate feel. It’s like I’m vacationing in a villa under the Tuscany sky.
“This place is beautiful,” I reiterate.
“Would you like to swim?” he asks, his breath brushing my ear as he leans down to me.
“I probably shouldn’t. I’m working.”
He uses his finger under my chin to turn my eyes to his. “You can do whatever you want. I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t allowed.”
I bite down on my bottom lip and gaze back at the mammoth size pool. It’s not every day I get a chance to swim in something so amazing.
“Okay,” I say cheerfully, finally making up my mind.
Wei smiles. “Through those doors is a changing room. There are swimsuits you can wear.”
“Wait, whose swimsuits?”
Am I jealous? Yes. Do I have a right to be? Absolutely not. However, tell that to the green-eyed monster that has inhabited my body at just the thought that Wei has had other females here experiencing this with him.
I’m not dumb enough to think that an attractive and rich young man like Wei wouldn’t have women throwing themselves at him. I mean, on my block, you didn’t need but one of those qualities for women to be all over you. I have no idea why it bothers me so much with him.
A squeeze of my hand still wrapped in his draws my attention back to him. “Mrs. Chen purchased those suits for guests of the home if they happen to forget theirs. There are men suits there as well. This will be the first time I’ve had a guest over to swim with me. In fact, I too will need to borrow a suit.”
I can’t help feeling at ease from his words. He doesn’t owe me an explanation, but I’m glad he gave me one.
“Come, let’s go swim.”
Wei
Her laughter bounces off the walls and warms my heart. My mate is happy. I could ask for no other blessing.
When Brianna stepped out of the changing room with a small revealing bathing suit on, I had to internally wrestle my dragon. Her body is as incredible as her gentle nature. Full breasts that I’m sure would spill out of my large hands. Her stomach isn’t flat and there are no defined muscles, but she is still slim.
Especially compared to the way her hips flare out only to taper down to trim thighs and long legs. I am 6 foot 7 inches and she is an entire foot or so smaller than me. I am convinced most of her height comes from those beautiful dark brown legs.
However, despite how gorgeous she looked, nothing could compare to when she turned around and I got a glimpse of her bottom in the triangular slip of fabric that barely contained her. My thickened appendage tented my shorts, nearly ripping the fabric in half. I am a well-endowed man, I can say
that with pride.
My penis reaches nearly ten inches, but my dragon’s erection is a staggering fifteen. And though I know Brianna is attracted to me, showing her my curved dragon cock this soon would scare her off. I’ve had a permanent erection from the moment I saw her, and it hasn’t gotten better watching her swim around me, brushing up against me ever so gently.
“You swim well,” I say just to hear her voice. “How did you learn?”
She swims near me in the middle of the pool, her legs kicking underneath the water to keep her up.
“When I was a little girl, my Grandma used to make me go to church camp every summer. And one of the things they taught you was swimming. I happen to be a natural.” She smiles proudly and it draws a matching one to my face.
I can believe that. She could be a water nymph the way she easily glides around the pool.
“How often do you swim now?” I’ve enjoyed getting to know Brianna tonight. She’s talked a lot about her past and her likes and dislikes. She has yet to speak of herself currently.
She chuckles. “Not as much as I used to. I take the boys as often as I can. I even taught them to swim.”
“Boys?” the word comes out as growl.
I’m behaving the same way she did when she found out about the bathing suits. Her jealousy hit me like a typhoon. I would have laughed at her fears if I didn’t think it would hurt her feelings. If she thinks I would choose any woman over her, she is seriously misinformed.
“My brothers.” She shakes her head. And I’m reminded of the young boys in the picture frames. “Well, they’re not my real brothers. We grew up in foster care together.”
Even if I couldn’t sense the joy she gets from mentioning her brother’s, I would still ask her more about them. I simply want to know everything about her.
“Tell me about them?”
She hesitates at first, as if she’s reluctant to share this part of her. I guess she finds me worthy because for the next ten minutes I listen intently as she tells me all about thirteen-year-old Mason, eleven-year-old Tyrie, and six-year-old Kyro. It is obvious that she loves these boys. The way she becomes animated when she speaks of them. Even the way her eyes light up when I ask her a question or want her to explain something.
“Even though Tyrie has delays and sensory issues, he flourishes in the water,” she explains after I ask her how Tyrie deals with swimming.
“Your brothers seem like amazing young men. You should have them over to swim soon. I would love to meet them.”
Her eyes widen. “Do you really mean that? You would allow them in your house?”
The reply that I would give her anything she asked for is on the tip of my tongue, but instead I simply say, “Of course, they are your family.”
“Thank you, Wei.” Her voice wavers. It behooves me that something as common as an extended invitation to her brothers could move her to tears. I’m starting to think my mate was not handled delicately in the past.
“What of your foster family? You speak so well of your brothers, how is the family that took you in?”
The shift in her emotions is so sudden it feels as if ice has been poured down my spine.
“Let’s just say, I don’t have any good stories to tell about her.”
I do not like the sound of that, but I do not have a right to push or question her. I need Brianna to tell me on her own terms. Seemingly done with this conversation, she leans back and kicks her feet, pushing her body above the surface so that she can lay afloat.
Her gaze is fixed on the mural on the ceiling. Most of this house was done in the likeness of my taste. The design, the furniture, and definitely this room.
Naturally I do not like confined places. Which is why being stuck in that statue is such torture for me. I love being outside, in the fresh air. Though this large indoor pool is closed in, Zhong did a wonderful job at making it feel as if it were outdoors. The mural on the ceiling being one way.
“I had a dream about you last night,” she says, drawing my attention to her. She floats on top of the water in front of me.
“Is that so?” I smile. It wasn’t actually a dream, more like an out of body experience. But I don’t tell her that.
“Yes,” she replies.
“Were we naked in this dream?”
She sits up quickly to look at me and forgets where she is, causing her to go under the water. I’m there instantly to pull her back up. She comes up sputtering until I draw her closer to my body. I feel wrong for teasing her about her other dream until she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes. Sorry, you just caught me off guard.”
“Tell me about this dream.”
I like that she doesn’t pull away from me. I like it even more that her breasts are pushed up against my bare chest as I keep us both afloat in the water with an arm wrapped around her back.
“We were just talking,” she says it like she wants me to believe it.
“That’s it?” I playfully ask. She looks away before turning back to me and nodding her head. “Hmmm, if I were dreaming about you, I do not think we would talk much.”
Those gorgeous eyes widen as she looks at me. Shyness and seduction war in her brown irises. I hold my breath hoping that seduction wins. Brianna swallows, allowing her gaze to slip away before finding mine again.
“What?” She pauses, seeming to rethink her question. “What would we do in your dream?”
My dragon growls, seduction wins. I narrow my eyes on her lips, plump, wet and caught between her teeth.
“Kiss, we would definitely kiss.”
I cannot deny or stop my body from leaning toward hers. When I am barely a hair away from bonding my lips to hers, I have the right mind to be the gentlemen.
“May I kiss you, Brianna?” Her head only marginally tilts down in a nod before my lips are on hers.
The kiss ignites my veins sending my dragon into a frenzy. Her taste explodes on my tongue, a sweet vanilla flavor. I tighten my arm around her waist, drawing her closer to me, as if she is not close enough. She whimpers into my mouth and I swallow it up.
Somewhere, deep inside of me, a voice echoes telling me that I’m moving too fast. It tells me I should slow down and take my time with her. However, that voice gets drowned out by the roaring voice of my dragon shouting to claim her, make her mine.
I can’t even think clearly enough to not use my magic. I only wish my powers weren’t so stunted. I would fly my mate to the stars just to make love to her in the heavens.
My wings burst from my back lifting us into the air and carrying us to the side of the pool. All this is done without once parting our lips from each other. I tuck my wings away as I place her on the edge of the pool, her feet still dangling in the water.
I finally pull away from her, the glazed look in her round eyes has me growling with need.
“Lie back,” I demand.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she slowly obeys my command.
“My need to taste you is too strong to ignore,” I warn her as I rip the small bottoms she has on.
She whimpers again at the abrasive way I remove her bathing suit. I discard the ruined material behind me. Grabbing her under both knees, I push them up and apart. The sight before me sends a hungry shiver down my spine. Her dark folds are plump and glistening.
Her soft black hairs are shaved in a thin strip that stops abruptly at her hooded clit. I glide my finger over her plump flesh, splitting the lips open like a flower petal to reveal a pink center. She moans when my finger slips inside her tight heat.
“Wei,” my name falling from her lips unleashes my dragon.
I wrap my hands under her thighs and slide her pelvis to my face. I inhale her scent and then devour her. She moans so loud my ego grows. I do not relent in my quest to have her flavor imprinted on my tongue.
My long forked dragon tongue reaches into her as far as it can go. She screams as she creams around it. I still do not stop.
I suck her clit into my mouth sending her spiraling toward another orgasm. Finally, when I have had my fill of her succulent essence, I manage to tame my dragon long enough to give her a break. The way she screams and claws at my shoulders makes it hard. Sitting up, I lick her off my lips, nose, and chin. Her body is still shaking from her orgasms.
“Come, my love, I will help you up.” She places her hand in mine and I pull her to a sitting position. I place a kiss on her forehead. “Are you all right?”
She nods, but then immediately starts crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she keeps pleading for forgiveness, but I have no idea why.
“Do not apologize. Just tell me what I did wrong, Brianna?”
Her body continues to shake with sobs. “It’s not you. It’s me. It’s always me.” I hold her to my chest as she continues to cry and apologize.
I have no idea how to fix what hurts her. That voice in my head that warned I moved too soon is screaming, I told you so. I should have listened. I have hurt my mate. I do not feel like the mighty dragon warrior at the moment.
Chapter 8
Longwei
Bri
“Mr. Wei. Mr. Wei, look at me,” Kyro shouts before jumping into the pool splashing us. Today is Tuesday, and since Tasha is off, she didn’t want the boys home. So as always, I volunteered to take them and let them spend the night with me at work.
“Very good, Kyro.” Wei laughs cheering him on.
Wei kept his promise about allowing the boys to come visit. He even suggested they spend the night on days like today. The first time he mentioned the boys visiting, it touched my heart. The boys are a part of me, it felt like him accepting them was also accepting me. Scott despised the boys.
When they visited, he would leave or lock himself in the room. Not Wei, he spends his time with them. Showing them his home, answering their hundreds of questions and even telling them old Chinese tales.