the air heavy with the musky scent of herbs and the faint tang of molten wax. Shelves groan under the weight of jars filled with dried roots and shimmering powders, their shadows writhing across the walls in the flickering glow of a single oil lamp. MaoMao stands at the center of the room, her petite frame cloaked in an aura of authority. Her green eyes, sharp as a blade, glint with a predatory intensity as she surveys Jinshi, who kneels before her on a woven mat, his elegant robes discarded in a heap. His wrists and ankles are bound with crimson silken cords, the knots tight enough to bite into his skin, leaving faint red marks that make MaoMao's lips curl into a wicked smile.
"You've been insufferable," MaoMao purrs, her voice a low, dangerous hum as she circles him like a panther stalking prey. "Flaunting your charm, thinking you can toy with me." She holds a lit candle in one hand, its flame steady, dripping molten wax into a small bronze dish. Jinshi's violet eyes follow the candle, his breath shallow, a mix of trepidation and undeniable arousal flickering across his flushed face. His cock, already half-hard, twitches against his thigh as MaoMao leans closer, her free hand trailing a single finger down his spine, making his muscles tense. "Tonight, you're mine to break," she whispers, her breath hot against his ear, sending a shiver through his bound body.
MaoMao tilts the candle, letting a single drop of wax fall onto Jinshi's shoulder. "Nngh!" he gasps, his body jerking at the sudden sting, the wax hardening instantly against his skin, a stark white contrast to his golden complexion. MaoMao's eyes gleam with satisfaction as she tilts the candle again, this time letting a thin stream drip across his chest, the wax tracing a searing path over his nipple. Jinshi's moan is raw, his head tipping back as his bound hands flex uselessly behind him. "Quiet," MaoMao snaps, her tone sharp as she grips his chin, forcing his gaze to meet hers. "You take what I give you." Her fingers linger, nails digging slightly into his jaw as she watches his pupils dilate with need.
She sets the candle aside momentarily, reaching for another coil of silken cord. With deft, practiced movements, she loops it around Jinshi's torso, creating an intricate harness that frames his chest and accentuates the taut lines of his body. The cords press into his skin, restricting his movements further, and MaoMao tugs them tight, eliciting a soft whimper from his lips. "So pretty like this," she murmurs, her voice dripping with mock sweetness as she straddles his lap, her thighs clamping around his hips. Her undergarment is already discarded, leaving her pussy bare and glistening as she grinds against his straining cock, teasing him with the slick heat but denying him entry. Jinshi's hips buck, desperate for more, but the cords hold him fast, leaving him at her mercy.
MaoMao picks up the candle again, her eyes locked on Jinshi's as she lets another drop of wax fall, this time onto the sensitive skin just above his navel. "A-Ahh!" he cries out, his body arching as the heat blooms across his flesh, the sensation mingling with the ache of his untouched cock. MaoMao chuckles, a low, throaty sound, and leans down to lick the cooled wax from his skin, her tongue tracing the hardened edge before biting lightly at his nipple. Jinshi's moan is almost a sob, his cock throbbing painfully now, precum leaking onto his thigh as MaoMao continues her torment. "Beg for it," she commands, her voice a velvet whip as she drips another bead of wax onto his inner thigh, dangerously close to his balls.
"Please... MaoMao..." Jinshi's voice is hoarse, his usual composure shattered as he writhes against the cords, the wax and her teasing driving him to the edge of sanity. MaoMao smirks, setting the candle down and replacing it with a small vial of oil from her apothecary's stash. She pours a thin stream onto her fingers, the scent of jasmine filling the air as she reaches between his legs, her slick fingers circling his asshole with deliberate slowness. "You don't get to decide what you want," she says, her tone unrelenting as she presses a finger inside, the intrusion making Jinshi gasp, his body tensing before melting into the sensation. "M-MaoMao... fuck..." he groans, his voice breaking as she adds a second finger, stretching him with a slow, torturous rhythm.
Her other hand wraps around his cock, stroking him in time with her fingers, the dual assault making Jinshi's moans grow louder, more desperate. "Look at you, falling apart for me," MaoMao taunts, her fingers curling inside him to brush against that sensitive spot that makes his hips jerk violently. She leans forward, her lips brushing his ear as she whispers, "You're going to cum when I say, not before." The cords creak as Jinshi strains against them, his chest heaving, wax flaking off his skin with every shudder. MaoMao's pussy hovers just above his cock, her wetness dripping onto him as she teases him further, letting the head brush against her clit but refusing to let him inside.
Finally, MaoMao relents, but not without asserting her dominance. She positions herself over him, guiding his cock to her entrance and sinking down in one fluid motion, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. "F-Fuck... MaoMao!" Jinshi cries, his voice raw as she rides him hard, her hips slamming down with a force that makes her small breasts bounce, the cords around his torso digging deeper with every thrust. The wax on his skin cracks and falls, the pain mingling with the pleasure as MaoMao's nails rake down his chest, leaving red trails in their wake. Her fingers continue to work inside him, pressing against that spot until his moans turn to incoherent pleas, his cock pulsing inside her.
MaoMao's own pleasure builds, her moans sharp and commanding as she chases her release, her pussy tightening around him until it's almost unbearable. "Cum for me," she orders, her voice a low growl as she slams down one final time, her fingers relentless inside him. Jinshi's body seizes, a guttural "A-Ahh!" tearing from his throat as he spills inside her, his cum hot and thick as it fills her. MaoMao's climax follows, her walls spasming around him as she rides out the waves, her moans mingling with his in the heavy air. She slows her movements, savoring the way he trembles beneath her, still bound and marked by wax and cords.
As the aftershocks fade, MaoMao leans down, her lips brushing his in a possessive, lingering kiss, her tongue claiming his mouth as thoroughly as she's claimed his body. "You're mine," she whispers against his lips, her voice soft but unyielding as she strokes his sweat-damp hair, the cords still holding him captive. The lamplight flickers, casting their tangled shadows across the room.