41 Baozhai Hates A Lot Of Things

They drove in comfortable silence both happy to be heading home together. For Changying everything about this relationship seemed to be so right and so real that it felt like they had been together so much longer than the month or so since their first date. Perhaps it was the intensity and depth of feeling he professed for her and in her own way she for him. Though she had calmed down from her partying and promiscuous lifestyle, Chunhua had more than enough baggage and quirky behaviours to more than match Wang's unusual family, and she smiled looking up at him.

"Thanks for being so generous to Chunhua tonight. She seemed a bit overwhelmed by the task when we first arrived, and I have no head for business. You were terrific with all your idea's. I think she has a real shot at making it work now," Changying squeezed his hand, which lay on her thigh.

"All the ideas were there she just needed to structure it better, have a clear starting point, after that the sky is the limit if she does it right," Wang said thoughtfully. "It's a brilliant idea. I could get her to shop for you when all those holidays come around. You know when I am too busy being a business tycoon," he said, teasing her.

They pulled into the parking garage below his building, and he leaned over to kiss her deeply before getting out of the car and grabbing the toy chest and the two small overnight bags from the boot. Coming around the car she saw that the box that held the family book was still in the boot, and she reached for it to help him, but he stopped her.

"Leave it. You can take it into work tomorrow and have a proper look. We are sort of on a deadline for that, and I don't want anyone else to handle it," he said, giving her a half smile. She understood that he may not want anyone else knowing of his unusual family history. So she left it where it was not questioning his decision or when she would have time between her other work.

Refusing to let her take the bags, so he was not carrying everything, they went up to the apartment side by side and so unused to his not having a hand on her somewhere she reached out to link her arm with his. His answering smile made her feel warm and loved.

He walked and put their bags and the chest into the bedroom neatly stacking the bags inside a wardrobe and placing the chest on a side table. Changying laughed quietly, and when he looked up at her explained, "the chaos that Chunhua and I live in must just about kill you when you are there."

"Not at all, it's just like home. There are so many of us, there is always stuff everywhere. I think that is why I like my place to be so well ordered. My father's study is well ordered, and that is his space, he gave up on the rest of the house when all of the children came along, and though we always had several maids to keep it clean, keeping it ordered just didn't happen."

"I can't imagine having that many siblings, did you all get along?" Changying was genuinely curious.

"Yeah most of the time, normal fights and stuff but the older ones generally stepped in when the younger ones were fighting," Wang shrugged.

"Who are the older ones?" She couldn't quite place who was the oldest of them from her meeting with his siblings over lunch.

"Angelo, Ben, Carlo, Dante, Emilio; A B C D E," Wang chuckled, "It's easy to remember them. I don't think Mama realised what she had done naming them until someone pointed out that Isabella should have been Fiona." He continued to laugh as he went on, "then Lucia, Romeo and Jules, the Valentine brothers, Me and Baozhai and Maryanne."

"Baozhai is very touchy, right?" Changying said.

"Yeah, but don't ever call her that, she hates it." He seemed to consider what he was about to say. "She hates a lot of things." He stopped short of admitting that included most of the women he had ever dated. By the time he had finished talking, he had begun undressing her and smothered any further questions with his kisses. "I don't want to talk about them anymore," he murmured. His fingers traced the bruises his vicious love bites had left on the soft white skin on the underside of her generous breasts.

Changying stroked his hair as he teased her nipples with his mouth and teeth feeling her breath quicken and her body respond to his almost immediately. Flipping open the chest lid he withdrew wrist restraints and speedily secured her hands above her head leaving her dangling from a partially hidden hook in the ceiling. His fingers pinched and twisted her nipples eliciting a squeal of pain from her before pulling them out from her body to make her breasts form large pointed peaks and her body bow towards him.

With the high-pointed nipples, they were perfect in Wang's mind, and he once again went to the chest withdrawing a soft nylon rope. He took his time binding them tightly, his cock hard and pressing against the fabric of his jeans aching to be free of the constricting fabric. He listened to her panting whimpers as he finally tied the soft rope off and stood back to admire her.