The Concubine (15 page)

At least Ji Yue was not the only girl who tried to protest. But not one of them was able to fight. All too soon, she and Li Fei joined the others in a line facing the men and their naked organs. She was pushed to her knees. Right before her eyes was a man—a white man with hairy legs and a terrible smell. His organ stuck out in front of her like a skinny, red slug. Compared with Bo Tao’s penis, the man’s seemed like a thin writing brush.

She fought the urge to vomit, but she was held fast by her hair. Damn her hair! She should never have left it loose.

“This is wrong!” she said again, appealing to the eunuch Duan Xu. “Why would you shame us so?”

If he heard her, he didn’t acknowledge it. He was having too great a time laughing at the women. Ji Yue did not understand all the words, but she caught the meaning. They were judging the girls’ bodies in the most crude manner.

“I will not—” she began, but was rapidly silenced by a hard jerk on her hair.

“She needs more opium!” her eunuch captor called in guttural Cantonese.

“No!” she snapped. “No, I won’t!”

“Much more!” laughed a man with a pipe. Except he did not release his grip on it.

The white man leaned forward. “Do as you’re told, virgin. Or we will choose another way to find our pleasure. And you won’t be called a virgin any longer.”

Ji Yue trembled. She did not doubt him for a second. They would rape her if she did not comply. But she also feared they would rape her even if she did agree. Her only hope was to delay as long as possible until the men passed out from their drink and smoke.

“I am going to vomit!” she cried.

She was rewarded with a another yank on her hair. “Do so and you will lie in it as I spread your legs. Do you understand?”

She nodded as she blinked back her tears. Meanwhile, the eunuch Duan Xu took his place at the end of the double line. “Virgins!” he called. “Listen, virgins! You are here because the emperor has assigned you a special test to verify your skill as a wife.”

Ji Yue did not want to look at the man. She already knew what was coming. She had no wish to see the bastard’s gloating face as he spouted lies.

“Do you know what a wife does, virgins? I will tell you. A wife brings satisfaction to her husband.” One of the girls began to cry. Within seconds, the opium pipe was put to her lips. “Before you is a man’s organ,” continued Duan Xu. “The emperor wishes to see who can bring that man satisfaction first. The winner will gain a special prize! Begin.”

No one moved. No one except the men who surrounded them. The eunuch used his grip on Ji Yue’s hair to move her face forward. The man in front of her thrust his hips at her, pushing his wet tip into her nose. She reared back, but there was nowhere to go. She could tell from the sounds that the other virgins were being treated with equal brutality. So she did the only thing she could.

She reached up with both hands. She took hold of the horrible thing with all her strength, and she squeezed. She even used her nails.

The white man screamed and hit her about the head. She saw it coming and avoided the first of his wild blows, but the eunuch behind her still had a firm grip on her hair. The second blow caught her on the top of her head. That threw her far enough away that the white man was able to scramble backward, pulling his organ from her grip. But she had not released him and she felt her nails cut long scrapes off the narrow thing.

Meanwhile, she slammed her elbow backward into her captor. She connected with his upper thigh, and he grunted in pain but he did not release her. He threw her to the ground. Her shoulder and head landed painfully hard, but at least she was free. She tried to scramble away then, but she was too slow.

Someone grabbed her leg, twisting her painfully so that she landed on her back. She screamed and kicked, but someone else dropped hard onto her chest, pinning her to the ground. Rough hands grabbed her head and legs. And then another pipe was pressed to her lips.

The man holding the pipe disappeared, and the pipe lay on the ground forgotten. Then she saw him: Bo Tao. His face was contorted in fury. He moved so fast—faster than any of the men—that he peeled her captor off her and threw him aside. She could breathe again, but she didn’t move. She was watching her love. She could see every flex of his muscles, every bead of sweat on his face. His movements were fluid, the exchange of blows like the flow of water in an elaborate fountain dance, and yet she knew he gritted his teeth and she heard his grunt with every blow given or received.

She heard the screams of virgins, the bellows of other men, but Bo Tao consumed her vision and her thoughts. A part of her feared for him. Whenever someone else blocked him from her sight, she ached with the fear that he would not resurface, he would not survive. But he always did. He always came back to fight for her again.

Her heart swelled with love.

And then, to her delight, the room cleared. Bo Tao was free to kneel down beside her, his eyes anxious with fear. Blood and sweat were smeared across his cheek, his chest heaved as he breathed in great gulps of air and his hand trembled as it extended to her face.

“Ji Yue! Ji Yue! Are you all right?”

“I love you,” she said. She felt it so strongly that the thought and the words formed without pause. “I love you.”

His body stiffened in reaction. His eyes widened and she watched him swallow, the corded bands of his neck standing out in stark relief. Then he pressed his fingers to her lips. “Shh, Ji Yue. You are not feeling well.”

She wanted to say she was feeling quite fine, but she wouldn’t argue with him. And it didn’t matter anyway, because he wasn’t looking at her. Though he kept one hand on her mouth, the other began pointing as he issued orders.

Ji Yue hadn’t realized there were others in the room, others that had fought by Bo Tao’s side. She had seen only him. Now she heard Bo Tao order arrests. The whites were to be escorted out of China, never to return. The other virgins were sent to a palace she hadn’t heard of before—yet another building in the vast Forbidden City. And the doctor was sent for.

It wasn’t until someone accidentally stepped on her hair that she realized she shouldn’t be lying here on the floor. It was time she got her excruciatingly heavy body back to the safety of her bed. Except, of course, she wasn’t thinking about her bed in the virgins’ palace. There was no safety there. She wasn’t dreaming of her bed back with her family in Peking. She could only think of Bo Tao’s arms wrapped around her. How she wanted to rest her head on his shoulder and watch dawn soften the heavy, black night.

But that wasn’t going to happen, she realized. She was an imperial virgin and would soon become an emperor’s wife, even if she was locked in the lowest harem and never heard from again. Bo Tao was not part of her future, and she needed to remember that. She did remember that, but when she told herself to get up and go back to the virgins’ palace, she remained curled on her side again with silent tears streaming down her face.

She heard a strangled moan above her from Bo Tao. She felt for his pain and wished for his sake that she could stop her tears. But she couldn’t, so she buried her face into the dirty floor.

“You need to see the women’s doctor!” he said harshly. Then she felt his hands gently gather her up. She wanted to say she could walk, but his arms felt so good as he pressed her tightly against his chest. Then she heard him say something else.

“Throw his body out for the dogs.”

Someone had died? Curiosity and fear made her lift her head. Was it the man she had scraped with her nails? Could that kill him?

It was the eunuch Duan Xu. She stared at the body for a moment and tried to feel something. He had been a major instigator of tonight’s terrible events, but he wasn’t the sole one responsible. Still, she could not be sad that he was dead. In truth, she was grateful that she’d never have to face him again. Then another image filtered through her mind. She saw Duan Xu throw a heavy wood tray at Bo Tao’s head. Bo Tao had ducked, spun and thrown a kick that caught the man under his chin. Duan Xu’s head had snapped back and he had dropped as he lay now, his neck broken.

“You killed him,” she murmured.

Bo Tao’s arms tightened around her. “Does that bother you?”

She shook her head and buried her face against his chest. “Thank you.”

Bo Tao uttered a very masculine grunt and then began walking. He carried her out of the emperor’s palace. She closed her eyes, allowing the rhythm of his heart to mix with his steady stride. She felt the cool night air against her skin and the rippling pull of her unbound hair. She opened her eyes to see if the sky was lightening into dawn, but saw a thousand stars instead. It was deepest night, and she smiled. She would have more time to stay right here in his arms.

She closed her eyes and prayed that this moment would never end. She felt him step over the entrance to an inner courtyard and then again into another building. They maneuvered through passageways until he finally set her gently down on a pallet.

“Ji Yue, do you need a doctor right away?” he asked.

“No,” she answered. “No, I’m fine. My head hurts, though.”

He immediately began touching her head, probing her scalp with gentle fingertips. She winced once or twice, but mostly she liked the feel of his hands in her hair.

“Hmm,” she murmured.

“I could kill them for what they did to you!”

She smiled. “At least I got to see you again. Where have you been?”

His expression sobered. “Did you mean what you said, Ji Yue? Did you mean it?”

She frowned. “What?”

“That you…” He had to clear his throat. “That you love me?”

She laughed. “Of course I did, silly. I do not let just anyone carry me across the Forbidden City. Come closer.” Then she reached up and pulled him down onto the pallet with her, maneuvering back into his arms. “I like it here.” She closed her eyes to appreciate his scent while his thumb stroked lightly across her cheek.

“We have some time before the doctor arrives. Do you want to sleep?”

“I want to watch the dawn with you,” she said, her eyes still closed.

He didn’t respond for a long time. He was quiet while she listened to the rapid beat of his heart.

“What would you give up, Ji Yue? What would you give to be with me like this always?”

“Everything,” she said, burrowing her fingers under his shirt. She wanted to touch his naked chest.

“Would you leave the Forbidden City? Would you give up being empress?”

“We could live in a house near Canton. Our sons would play in the garden while we watch the ships come and go.” She smiled at the lovely dream. “I would bear you many strong sons.”

He lifted her chin and took her mouth in a fierce kiss. It was bold and powerful. The way his tongue swept through her sent tingles down her spine. And when he lifted his head, she smiled again.

“You would kiss me just like that every day.”

“Every day and every night,” he swore. His eyes looked fierce, his expression possessive. She liked the way he looked at her.

“Touch me, Sun Bo Tao. Touch me everywhere.”

He hesitated, his hand stilling against her cheek. “You are not yourself, Ji Yue. They gave you opium.”

She wanted to grab his face, she wanted to kiss him deeply. Instead, she brought his hand to her mouth. She held it to her lips and stroked her tongue across his palm.

“Ji Yue—”

Then she sucked one of his fingers deep into her mouth and heard him groan. She pulled his hand away and slid it down her body, forcing him to stroke her breast, her belly and her hip. And then she spread her legs as much as possible in her tight skirt and pressed his hand to her inner thigh. “I know my heart, Bo Tao.” How she loved saying his name. “I love you. I want to be yours.”

He kissed her then. She let her head fall back from his shoulder into the cradle of his arm. She let him thrust his tongue into her mouth while her breath quickened and her body trembled. And when his lips went from her mouth to her cheek then down her neck, she knew where he was going. She knew what he would do and she smiled.

“Yes, oh, yes.”

He unbuttoned her blouse and pushed the sides away. He feasted on her breasts while lights danced behind her eyes and filtered into her blood. His beard brushed against her skin, and the lights trembled beneath her skin. He sucked on her nipple and her whole body shimmered.

She ran her hands through his hair, but it was held tight by his queue. Rising up onto her knees, she faced him, her legs spread wide. Then she reached around to unbind his hair. She wanted it undone, and yet she loved the silky feel of the long braid in her hand.

He turned his head, then tugged off the cord that bound his braid. “I will cut this from my head for you.”

She laughed in delight at the ridiculous thought. The long braid was every man’s sign of devotion to the Manchu emperor. It was mandated by law. Only the monks were allowed to shave their heads, and even they were held in suspicion because of it. She burrowed her fingers into his hair, spreading it wide as she went. “I like your hair.”

He touched hers equally reverently. “I like yours, too.”

She giggled. “Kiss me again.”

He did. He plundered her mouth. Over and over he thrust his tongue into her, and the feel of it sent her wild with hunger. Her skirt was restricting her legs, so she lifted it up. She wanted his hands on her there, needed his mouth to do what they had done before in his office.

She reached for his member and found it quickly and easily. She stroked his thick, full length and knew that this was right. This was what a man felt like. He groaned in hunger at her caress and she thrilled at the dark vibration that traveled from his body into hers.

“Never has a woman done this to me,” he said against her neck. His breath was hot as he shifted his hips. Her arms were between them, and she held his wet tip, rolling the moisture around and around with her thumb. But her other arm was free, and she let it flow around his hips and trim buttocks. What muscles he had! She squeezed playfully, laughing when his flesh barely moved.

He was looking at her, his expression fierce. She smiled at him, feeling her love swell for this serious, serious man. “I love how you feel,” she said. Then she sobered. “I love how you look at me. No one has ever looked at me like that.” How she wanted him. How she wanted to feel what other women felt, to just once have him where she most wanted.

“I want to marry you, Ji Yue. I want you to choose me.”

“I do. I choose you.” She rose up to kiss him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and plundered him as he had her. They were belly to belly, but she felt him between her legs. She knew where his organ was and…she sat. It wasn’t a conscious decision so much as a need that compelled her. One moment she was above him, using her arms to support her weight as she kissed him deeply, completely and as fully as she knew how. The next moment she simply let her legs go weak. She dropped down, and he filled her in one beautiful, expansive, amazing moment.

He gasped, his eyes shooting wide. But the sound was just as quickly followed by a moan of both hunger and fear. “Ji Yue—”

She didn’t want him to speak. She didn’t want him to ruin this most wonderful moment. So she silenced him with another kiss, another exploratory, teasing, fabulous kiss. And as she did, she rose up on her knees just enough to feel him slide nearly out. She gave him a wicked, teasing smile and slid back down.

She saw him swallow and felt his arms tremble. “I love you,” he said fiercely. “You are mine.” The next time she rose up, he helped her. And then as she came back down, he matched her movement with a thrust.

He was inside her, thick and large. His face had gone rapturous and she thought how beautiful he looked. Then they began to move together. She controlled the ebb and flow of their movements. Though he helped, she decided what she wanted. When to lift, when to lower, how fast, how slow. And she found more joy in making his eyes flutter, causing him to groan or gasp, than she did in the feel of him hot and hard inside her.

Until she wanted more. Smooth slide. Hard pressure. He filled her again and her back arched in pleasure. But it was not enough.

He withdrew again, and this time she squeezed because he seemed to like it. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, and her knees gripped his hips. He thrust harder into her, and she laughed because it felt so right. She’d tilted her pelvis down to meet his movement, to feel the slam exactly where it was best. And when he rolled his hips against her, her breath caught on a gasp.

Their eyes locked together. She’d had no idea that this was possible. This wonderful tension—she’d felt it before. This build to ecstasy—she’d experienced it with him before. But the way their eyes locked, the total oneness with him—that was new. That was incredible.

They breathed together. They gasped together. And they built that quivering tension with perfect unity. He thrust and she soared. He withdrew and she shivered. Higher and higher. Until they touched…