I want to sleep with you - ◆High Mountain Flower II

Duan Zhao vaguely felt as if he had had a very long dream—in short, it took him a long time to recover from the dizziness and nausea after waking up.
But when I opened my eyes, it was still pitch black.
He subconsciously reached out to touch his eyes, but his hands were immobilized. It was at this moment that Duan Zhao suddenly realized a terrible fact: his hands and feet were tied up, and he was lying in a spread-eagle position. However, the bed beneath him gave him a sense of familiarity, and the smells nearby confirmed that this was the house he lived in.
He was kidnapped in his own home?!
The thought flashed through Duan Zhao's mind in a flash, and he began to struggle violently, cold sweat beading on his forehead. The dizziness and nausea from the anesthetic hadn't subsided when he suddenly realized he couldn't even call for help—tape was wrapped countless times around the back of his head and mouth, completely blocking all his means of communication.
The only sounds around him were his desperate, incoherent cries and his rapid breathing.
After struggling for a long time, the situation did not improve at all—the other party seemed to be very afraid that he would break free, binding him in such a shameful and helpless position, leaving him with no chance of escaping.
He had a jumble of thoughts, wondering who could have done it—he didn't think he had offended anyone, had studied abroad for many years, and had only recently returned to China. It couldn't be a romantic entanglement either; he had never been involved with any woman.
Just then, the sound of a door opening was heard—
It was very light, as were the footsteps; it didn't seem like a group crime.
Duan Zhao's hair stood on end, and his vigilance instantly spiked to its peak. This made his delicate face appear somewhat ferocious, and through the black cloth and tape covering his eyes, one could vaguely see his resistance and panic.
A strange sense of pleasure welled up inside Zhou Xiao—she remembered the previous times she had seen Duan Zhao, he was always aloof and arrogant, like a flower on a high mountain. Most people might feel intimidated or distant in his presence, but Zhou Xiao was different. The sight of him made her want to break his pride, to step on his penis and watch him indulge in lust, revealing a lewd expression as if he was about to ejaculate.
Ah, just thinking about it makes Zhou Xiao feel desire.
This was the second time she had drugged Duan Zhao. It was his fault for being so easily fooled; he hadn't taken it seriously even after being drugged once. He truly was a pampered young master, raised in an ivory tower, used to a sheltered life, unaware of how treacherous human nature could be.
As a woman, she couldn't drag the unconscious Duan Zhao too far, and she didn't have a suitable means of transportation—but his place was right next door, and the password was still fingerprint.
It's as if even God is on her side.
Now that Duan Zhao is awake, she could have immediately started getting down to business, but looking at his handsome face filled with fear, she suddenly felt that there was no rush and she should take it slow.
Duan Zhao doesn't have much of a social life in China. He has two older brothers who run a company, so he doesn't communicate much with his family. He spends most of his time at home painting and reading, and occasionally goes out to drink with Gao Hai and the others—this information was revealed to Zhou Xiao by that big oaf Gao Hai.
Therefore, it might not be suitable for a long period of time, but confining him for three to five days in the short term should not be a problem.
Feeling the indentation in the mattress beside him, Duan Zhao reacted violently. His hands, which were tied to the headboard with ropes, struggled twice, making subtle sounds of the mattress trembling and flesh rubbing against each other.
But it was all in vain.
The next second, Duan Zhao smelled a fragrance—the kind of fragrance a woman has, the unique body scent of a body that has been soaked in shower gel, shampoo, and cosmetics for a long time.
He slowly stopped struggling, his expression seemingly somewhat bewildered.
woman?
Duan Zhao really didn't expect that the person who kidnapped him would be a woman. In his mind, women were all relatively weak and didn't have the guts to do such a thing.
But those thoughts vanished in an instant, because Zhou Xiao's hand was already touching his face. She had even washed her hands before coming in with a sense of ritual, so her fingers were cool, like icy snake scales. The moment that soft, boneless woman's hand wrapped around him, Duan Zhao felt a chill run down his spine—she didn't say anything, and he still didn't know what she wanted.
Zhou Xiao simply touched it; she couldn't get enough of Duan Zhao's skin, which was smooth, delicate, and even more refined than a woman's.
She stroked Duan Zhao's hair, his high nose bridge, and his perfect jawline, finally reaching his iconic male organ—his Adam's apple.
Duan Zhao silently expressed his anger under her touch. When she touched him, he tried his best to turn his face away so that she could not touch him smoothly. Zhou Xiao did not tolerate him. She directly pinched his cheek and turned him around, playing with his Adam's apple with her fingertips.
Duan Zhao's face flushed slightly. Zhou Xiao was playing very gently. At first, he only felt a little itchy, and then he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
He had no idea what this unknown woman wanted. She remained silent and made no specific attempt to provoke him. One guess after another was shattered, and this instinctive fear of the unknown left him feeling uncertain and unable to calm down.
Zhou Xiao didn't know what psychological warfare was; she was just deliberately stalling for time to scare Duan Zhao—she really liked his slightly helpless demeanor, even though he was very angry and resistant, he still couldn't break free.
She bent down to kiss his Adam's apple, her tongue lightly touching it, her lips covering it and sucking. Duan Zhao whimpered, tilted his head back, and stomped his legs weakly against the sheets.
Zhou Xiao had assumed that a man like Duan Zhao, even if he wasn't a seasoned veteran, couldn't possibly have never been a virgin—in fact, because he didn't particularly like the looks of Western women, and had just returned to China after graduation when he met Zhou Xiao, she really was his first woman.
When Zhou Xiaoxin sat up with satisfaction, Duan Zhao's Adam's apple and neck had been licked until they were wet and glistened with a slightly erotic sheen.
She quickly removed his shirt—or rather, cut it open with scissors. The sudden, naked exposure of his fabric-covered skin to the air caused Duan Zhao's reaction to intensify again: he seemed to struggle with all his might, using both hands and feet, the rope cutting red marks into his wrists and ankles, digging into his flesh, like a trapped beast.
Perhaps realizing what the kidnappers were going to do to him, his resistance was filled with humiliation and rage. Zhou Xiao just watched quietly, only feeling a little heartache when she saw the marks left by his struggles—she hadn't even fully touched this good skin yet, what if she ruined it?
But she didn't know how to comfort him—or perhaps she couldn't at all, judging from his strong reaction.
When Duan Zhao finally stopped moving because he was tired, his body was much more disheveled than when Zhou Xiao had just come in—besides his blindfolded eyes and sealed mouth, the skin on his exposed face was strangely flushed, his hair was wet with sweat, his chest was heaving violently, and some parts of his wrists were chafed and bleeding.
Her upper body was bare, and her fair, almost reflective skin made the confinement seem even more lewd.
Zhou Xiao was initially uneasy—she remained silent because she was too nervous and also afraid that Duan Zhao would discover something. But she was also incredibly bold; as soon as Duan Zhao quieted down, she was immediately attracted to the two red nipples on his heaving chest.
Although it's a bit strange for a woman to play with a man's nipples, Zhou Xiao hesitated for only a second before reaching out and kneading Duan Zhao's nipples.
His mouth, which was covered by tape, started whimpering again, as if he thought she had let him off the hook after not making a move for so long, but she became even more audacious.
He probably cursed her to death in his heart. Zhou Xiao thought to herself, then maliciously felt that sealing his mouth was a great foresight—that way, whatever he wanted to say would be stuck in his mouth, leaving him like a fish on a chopping board, completely at her mercy.
Zhou Xiao stopped what she was doing, took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and straddled Duan Zhao's body on either side of her. Under her skirt was Duan Zhao's crotch.
Even through a layer of fabric, Duan Zhao's penis wasn't hard yet, but it already looked like a rather impressive bulge.
Unable to kiss, Zhou Xiao felt a little disappointed—her breathing quickened slightly as she leaned down to kiss Duan Zhao's neck. He kept dodging, his ears turning bright red, looking incredibly cute.
Zhou Xiao didn't have much experience either—last time, it was that high school student who served her. She kissed Duan Zhao's shoulders and abs haphazardly, rubbing her buttocks against the bulge in Duan Zhao's crotch.
He initially resisted, his body trembling uncontrollably, but after a while, his struggling gradually stopped, and Zhou Xiao suddenly realized that Duan Zhao had an erection.
A man's genitals can be quite strange sometimes. In such an unknown and dangerous moment, they can still achieve a physiological erection—and get hard so quickly, much faster than Zhou Xiao had expected.
Zhou Xiao looked at Duan Zhao's face. He clearly knew that the woman on top of him had discovered that his penis was uncooperatively hard. He turned his face away and his Adam's apple bobbed twice.
Zhou Xiao smiled inwardly.
interesting.
Zhou Xiao shifted her buttocks back and touched the man's genitals through his pants. It quickly became even more erect. Duan Zhao seemed to be unable to bear it, bending his knees twice and turning his head from one side to the other.
She unzipped Duan Zhao's pants and saw that the tip of his penis was already damp, pressing against his underwear. She flicked it twice and heard Duan Zhao, who had been quiet for a long time, cry out again.
She hooked the edge of his underwear and pulled it down, and his penis immediately sprang out. It was a large, hot, and throbbing member, growing out of his pubic hair, with a clean, rosy hue and faintly visible blue veins. Only the base was slightly dark—it seemed that young men's penises were always relatively more attractive, like the virgin she had slept with last time.
Zhou Xiao loosely grasped the penis in her hand and stroked it a couple of times, her technique still quite clumsy. She stopped to observe Duan Zhao's reaction; after all, a beauty should be cherished.
Then, unexpectedly, Duan Zhao lifted his buttocks and straightened his back.
The movement was very small, just a slight pause, but Zhou Xiao noticed it immediately.
Zhou Xiao couldn't help but laugh out loud, though it was soft enough for Duan Zhao to hear.
His body froze instantly, as if he had just realized what he had done, driven by lust.

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