The CEO’s Dancing Wife – Part One

I smoothed my hair, wiped my face haphazardly, and smiled at Song Li, softening my voice to a whisper, “Sir, don’t be angry, okay? I’ll do whatever you want, alright?” I leaned against the bed, twisting my waist, and slowly climbed onto Song Li. During my youth, I was forced to make my body supple for a long time, and though I hadn’t practiced for a while, I could still contort my body into many unimaginable angles with ease. I placed my hands on Song Li’s shoulders, half-closed my eyes, and blew gently on his neck. I clearly saw a flash of light in his eyes, and he swallowed hard. I leaned in, teasingly licked the spot where his throat moved, then lightly bit him. He let out a groan as if in agony, tightly encircling me with his arms, his lips finding mine with precision, kissing me deeply. I held his face, following his movements in a dance of lips and tongues. Almost all my kissing experience came from him, and at this moment, I returned it all. Judging by his passionate response, I was a good student, perhaps even surpassing my teacher. Behind me, Cheng Yu approached, pulling down my straps and bra, his arms reaching under my armpits to grab my breasts, squeezing them before pressing me down onto Song Li, starting to lick my back. My exposed flesh was pressed flat against Song Li’s chest, the occasional brushing of sensitive tips sending heat through his body like a fever. All I had left on was my skirt, bunched around my waist. Straddling him, I slowly reached for his already iron-hard part, and as my slightly cold fingers touched him, he let out a hum, I smirked, guided it in, and slowly sat down. When I finally enveloped him completely, he suddenly looked up at me with those deep, moist eyes, full of unspoken words, which I couldn’t understand. “Yu,” he murmured hoarsely, and Cheng Yu released me and moved away. Song Li’s brows twitched, then he gently rolled us over, pinning me beneath him. One hand caressed my slightly swollen cheek, moving down my neck, chest, waist, and hips, until he lifted my right leg, hooking it over his arm, while his other hand gripped my hair, pulling me into another kiss. He continued to move, deep and shallow, back and forth. I clung to his muscular back, moving with his rhythm. This man, no matter how we met or why we became husband and wife, I often wanted to make him happy in my own way, to the best of my ability. I didn’t know why I felt this way, I had spent much time pondering it, but I could never figure it out. From the first time I met him, he only wanted to hurt me, yet I still wanted to be good to him, to see him smile, regardless of whether it was because of me or at me. Perhaps he had cast a spell on me, because now, with just a hint of softness in his expression, I would forget all past hurts and insults. How could this be? It seemed the only thing I could do was to remember his cruelty and heartlessness, to remind myself to lessen my infatuation. And to guard my little secrets and thoughts tightly. If he found out, given his usual thorough and ruthless nature, he would surely exploit them before discarding me. At that point, I would be utterly destroyed. As these thoughts scattered my focus, he noticed my distraction, his lips quirking into a mocking smile, and he flipped me over, pressing me down onto the bed, his hands gripping my hips as he resumed with a vengeance. This angle was deeper and tighter, and he showed no signs of stopping, maintaining his desired rhythm. I was no match for him, especially with the alcohol clouding my mind, and I passed out mid-way. When I came to, Song Li was gone, replaced by Cheng Yu, who seemed delighted to see me awake. “Baby, I’m a bit tired, could you take the top?” I felt like spitting blood, the place was burning, each movement akin to torture. “I feel awful,” I said, my voice hoarse, “I think I might bleed soon, please let me rest.” He continued his vigorous motions, quite displeased, “I’ve barely started, not even once, while Li went three times. I was thinking of going more.” I looked around for something heavy like a lamp to knock myself out again. “Alright, I’ll let you off today,” he suddenly withdrew, lying beside me, laughing as he hugged me, “I love to see you look so helpless yet enduring, do you know? You have many cute expressions in private, sometimes stubborn like a little leopard, sometimes pitiful like a kitten, but either way, I want to press you down and torment you, make you cry and laugh because of me.” He kissed me for a while, then took my hand and placed it on him, “Look, it’s still so lively! Comfort it, quick!” I had to grip and move my hand. His chin rested on my head, his hand stroking my back, “You owe me one, remember! When I come to collect, you can’t refuse, and I’ll charge interest.” I sniffed, increased the pressure slightly, and finally, he convulsed, gripping my chest as he climaxed. Today, the editor notified me that “Love for a Prostitute Wife” contains sensitive words and asked me to change the title. After much thought, I renamed it to “The CEO’s Dancing Wife,” which, although a very ordinary title, felt more exhausting than writing thousands of words. I’m dizzy. It should be renamed soon, so I’m informing everyone here! Please continue to support, thank you! I will keep writing! Chapter Fourteen: Curse Later, I checked the hospital stairwell, and there was nothing there except a trash can. I didn’t know if the person was saved or destroyed. But I didn’t have the energy to worry about others. After that day, Song Li didn’t look at me properly for a long time, as if I had done something wrong. In defiance, I made a list, clearly pricing my services and fees. At that time in Song Li’s study, Cheng Yu stared in amazement for a while, then looked up at me and said, “You’re really cute,” before happily taking a pen and making notes on it. Song Li, however, sneered and threw a card directly at my face. The amount on it was enough to cover Aunt Min’s expenses for a year. He was indeed generous. Life went on like this. I suppressed what little shame I had left and was at their beck and call 24/7. Yet, they were still not at ease, not satisfied. I stood beneath the skyscraper of New Song, looking up at the building that seemed to pierce the clouds like a pillar holding up the sky. Song Li’s office was on the top floor, his private office taking up half the entire floor. Besides the office area, there was also a private lounge, gym, sauna, and even a kitchen equipped as if for royalty. “Tiantian said you make decent desserts. From now on, you’ll come to work every day, and I’ll have lunch here,” he casually instructed, and just like that, I became an unofficial member of the top-floor secretarial office. Speaking of Tiantian, I hadn’t seen him in a long time. My coming to New Song was probably Cheng Yu’s idea; he was overly protective of his young nephew, fearing I might lead him astray. This way, he could keep an eye on me and prevent Tiantian and me from being alone together. Actually, I’m better at making home-cooked meals than desserts; preparing lunch was just a small task for me. I sat in a corner of the secretarial office specifically set up for me, where my daily task was to draft a menu, solemnly asking the young master to sign it. Then, I would make a list, and by 9 AM, someone would have the freshest ingredients ready. The rest of the time, I could do anything as long as it didn’t disturb others, but I wasn’t allowed to leave the office for more than 30 minutes. Every day, with my messy hair like a bird’s nest, wearing my plain, thick-rimmed glasses, and my casual, comfortable floral dress, I mingled among the secretaries in their tailored suits and meticulously applied makeup, like a weed planted maliciously amidst a fragrant rose garden.