Luo Binghe has done nothing like this before, not even for himself. Unlike what he and Sagramore did before—Sagramore servicing him on his knees, Luo Binghe taking him—there is no comparison with what Luo Binghe has done with his wives, unless he is in the role of the wife. The thought makes him flush all down his neck and chest—it is profane, taboo, but it urges him on like a kick.

What Sagramore is doing doesn't hurt, exactly, but it feels new—it brings his awareness to places and sensations he's never known before. This feeling of something undiscovered within his own body makes his breath hitch desperately; he struggles to keep his hips still.