Ling straightened slightly and reached for the hem of her blazer, shrugging it off and letting it fall somewhere unseen beside the bed. The room felt warmer instantly. She tugged at her shirt next, slow, unhurried, giving Rhea time to look away if she wanted. When the fabric slid free, Ling was left in her sports bra, skin faintly marked by the day muscle, warmth, reality.
Rhea turned her face to the side anyway, cheeks burning. The blanket rustled as she pulled it tighter around herself, heart racing like she'd done something wrong even though she hadn't.
Ling noticed.
She leaned down instead of commenting, her lips brushing gently against Rhea's neck not demanding, not lingering too long. Just a grounding kiss. Then another. Soft. Reassuring.
"You don't have to look," Ling murmured against her skin. "I know you're here."
Rhea swallowed, fingers clutching the blanket. "I am," she whispered.
Ling shifted again, unbuckling her pants with a casual ease that somehow made Rhea even more flustered. The sound of fabric sliding away felt louder than it should have. Ling kicked them aside, then returned immediately as if she never wanted distance to exist between them.
She kissed Rhea's neck again, slower this time, her breath steady, her presence calm. One hand rested over the blanket near Rhea's waist, not moving unless Rhea did.
Rhea finally turned back, just a little. Her eyes traced Ling's face instead of her body the way her brows softened, the way her lips curved when she realized Rhea was looking again.
"There you are," Ling said quietly.
Rhea's voice came shy but honest. "You're unfair."
Ling smiled. "You knew that before tonight."
She pressed her forehead to Rhea's, letting their noses brush, letting the moment stretch without rushing it. The blanket covered them both now, a shared cocoon, breaths mingling in the dim light.
Nothing felt taken.
Everything felt chosen.
Ling slowed down after that deliberately.
She reached for Rhea's hand first, fingers brushing skin before touching the thin bracelet at her wrist. Her thumb traced the clasp once, as if asking without words. When Rhea didn't pull away, Ling unclasped it gently and let it slide free.
Before setting it aside, she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the exact spot the bracelet had been resting, lips warm against newly bare skin.
Rhea's breath hitched.
Ling noticed everything the way Rhea's fingers curled into the blanket, the way her shoulders lifted slightly with each inhale. She moved unhurriedly, never overwhelming, always predictable enough to feel safe.
Next came the ring. Ling lifted Rhea's hand again, easing it off slowly. She turned Rhea's knuckles upward and kissed them one by one, lingering as if memorizing the shape of her hand without the metal there.
"You're shaking," Ling murmured, not accusing, just observing.
"I'm not," Rhea lied softly.
Ling smiled against her skin but didn't tease. She kissed the inside of Rhea's wrist instead a quiet, grounding touch then placed the ring carefully on the bedside table, like it mattered.
She moved upward next, fingers brushing Rhea's neck where a delicate chain rested. Ling hooked a finger under it, careful not to tug, and unclasped it slowly from behind. As the necklace came away, Ling leaned in and kissed the place it had been lying against Rhea's collarbone light, almost reverent.
Rhea turned her face toward Ling then, eyes wide and uncertain but trusting.
Ling paused, meeting her gaze. "Still okay?"
Rhea nodded. "Yes."
Only then did Ling continue.
She kissed along Rhea's shoulder nothing rushed, nothing claiming each kiss following the removal of something small, symbolic. Every piece of jewelry was set aside neatly, not discarded, as if Ling was saying: this matters, you matter.
Ling's mouth trailed to the collarbone, sucking lightly, leaving a blooming hickey. "Shh, just feel."
Over the dress, she kissed the swell of Rhea's chest where fabric met skin, teeth grazing the edge. Her hands roamed the sides, fingers pressing into hips over the charcoal material, feeling the studs dig slightly into her palms.
She kissed the bare back when Rhea arched, tongue flicking along the spinal dip, marking with wet trails that cooled in the air.
"Ah... ," Rhea gasped, fingers tangling in Ling's hair. "Slow."
Ling obliged, sucking harder on a spot near Rhea's shoulder blade, the skin reddening under her assault.
She kissed down the arms, over the dress's sleeves, then back up to the neck, nipping the throat.
"You're trembling," Ling noted, voice laced with satisfaction. "Like you need this."
Rhea's tears slipped free now, trailing down her temples. "I do... but it's scary. So much feeling at once."
As Ling's hands began to tug at the dress's hem, inching it up slightly to expose more thigh, Rhea tensed. "Wait..." she whispered, voice breaking.
Ling paused, her expression softening into a smile calculated reassurance. "Of course, baby."
The candlelight dimmed through the layers, creating an intimate glow. "Better?"
Rhea nodded, wiping her tears. "Yes... safer."
Ling in her sports bra and briefs, her lean muscles flexing in the low light.
"Your turn," Ling said softly, but with an edge.
She started with lips brushing Rhea's lobes, sucking gently. "These ears... so sensitive."
Rhea whimpered, "Ahmm!"
Ling's fingers dipping under the dress's waistband to unclasp waist chain, her knuckles grazing the skin above Rhea's panty line. She kissed the now-bare waist as she pulled the chain free, tongue circling the navel piercing through the fabric. "This piercing... drives me wild."
Rhea arched, moaning louder, "Ling... ahh, that..."
Finally, the dress. Ling's hands found the thin straps on Rhea's shoulders, sliding them down inch by inch, exposing more of the bare back and then the front as the fabric peeled away. "Lift your arms," Ling instructed, voice commanding yet gentle.
Rhea complied, tears streaming anew as the dress slipped to her waist, revealing the lacy pushup bra cradling her full breasts, the maroon lipstick still smudged on her lips. Ling kissed the newly bared shoulders, marking with sucks that left pink welts.
"So beautiful," Ling lied smoothly, her heart cold.
She tugged the dress lower, over the hips, Rhea lifting slightly to help, the fabric bunching at her thighs before Ling pulled it free entirely, leaving Rhea in just the pushup bra and matching panty. The air under the blanket grew warmer, charged.
Rhea shivered, covering her chest instinctively. "Ling... I'm exposed."
"Not to me," Ling soothed, kissing her again lips claiming Rhea's in a deep but slower press, tongues tangling lazily.
She trailed down, kissing the waist over the panty edge, then the navel, tongue flicking the piercing directly now, making Rhea buck. "Mmm... taste you here."
Rhea's moan was throaty, "Ahhh! God."
Ling's hands roamed the bare stomach, fingers tracing ribs, then up to the bra's underwire. "Shall I?"
She asked, eyes locking on Rhea's.
Rhea nodded, breath ragged. "Hmm..."
Ling kissed the chest first, over the bra lips pressing into the swell of each breast, feeling the lace against her mouth.
She bit lightly through the fabric, teeth nipping the peak, eliciting a sharp "Ah!" from Rhea.
"Sensitive here, huh?" Ling teased, sucking harder, the bra dampening under her assault.
Rhea's hands fisted the sheets, tears flowing freely. "It... it's intense. Ling, I..."
Slowly, Ling reached behind, fingers finding the clasp. With a soft snap, the bra loosened, and she peeled the straps down Rhea's arms, exposing her breasts fully full, heavy, nipples hardening in the blanket's warmth. Ling's gaze darkened, and she leaned in, kissing the bare skin, lips circling one nipple before taking it into her mouth, sucking firmly. Tongue swirled, teeth grazing.
Rhea cried out, "Oh! Ling... that feels... different. So much."
Ling switched to the other, sucking deeper, her hand cupping the first breast, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger. "It's gonna make you feel different," Ling murmured against the skin, voice vibrating. "Just hold on, Rhea. Breathe through it."
Rhea nodded, sobs mixing with moans. "I... I'm trying. It aches..."
Ling squeezed harder, rolling the nipple, biting down with controlled pressure. "It's not hurting," she insisted, lifting her head to meet Rhea's tear-streaked gaze. "It's different, Rhea. You're just confused. Let it build feel how your body responds."
She dove back, sucking one while pinching the other, alternating bites and licks, her free hand stroking Rhea's side, tracing hips without venturing lower.
Rhea writhed, moans escalating—"Ahh... Ling, please... it's too much... but it's ok."
Tears soaked the pillow, her body arching into Ling's mouth, the sensations overwhelming: the wet heat of sucks pulling at her core, the sharp tugs of teeth sending jolts down her spine, the firm squeezes molding her flesh. Ling marked the undersides with hickeys, kissing the valley between, her own briefs growing damp from the power play, though she kept her focus on Rhea.
"Tell me how it feels," Ling demanded between licks, tongue flicking rapidly.
"Like... fire," Rhea gasped, hips shifting restlessly. "Burning.... More... bite harder."
Ling obliged, teeth sinking deeper into the nipple, tugging until Rhea yelped, then soothing with a long suck. Her hand kneaded the other breast, fingers digging in, thumb circling the abused peak.
"That's it moan for me. Let it out." Rhea did, cries echoing softly under the blanket—"Yes... oh god, Ling... I'm yours."
They continued like this, Ling lavishing attention on the breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and rougher pinches, bites that left teeth marks, squeezes that made Rhea's skin flush red.
She trailed kisses to the collarbone again, marking anew, then back down, ensuring every inch above the waist received worship. Rhea's tears flowed steadily, a mix of overwhelm and surrender, her breaths coming in hitches, body slick with sweat under the duvet.
"You're doing so well," Ling praised, voice a low rumble as she nuzzled one breast. "See? Not pain just us, connecting deeper." But inside, Ling reveled in the control, the way Rhea fractured under her touch, inching closer to the break she planned.
Rhea clutched Ling's head, pulling her closer. "Don't let go... please. It hurts so good... I need you."
Ling didn't, prolonging the torment-tease, her mouth and hands relentless on the sensitive flesh, building the tension without mercy, the night stretching on in their private world of deception and desire.