The Frenchman's Revenge

by Taylor Lee

  “That was unkind of me, oui, cherie? To torment you like that? Especially when you are just now getting over your anger at me. But soon, amour, soon I will fill you with my hard prick, and you will come as you have never come before. But first, mon amour, my answer.

  “To be honest, there are many more places that I would need to see and touch on the Ersatz Elena, such as that tiny mole on the left side of the sweet rosebud pucker of your ass. Ah, and I would want to see if she screams like you do and begs me not to stop when I lick all around your anus and then bury my tongue inside. Of course, she would have the ticklish places on her navel, and cry out when I suck on her toes and weep for more when I blow in her ear like this.

  “Mon Dieu! I haven’t even mentioned her ass. Doux Jésus, a most critical component! Is the Ersatz Elena’s ass firm and lush--so lovely that when she walks by in her tight riding pants, and the fabric clings to her round firm cheeks sometimes so tight that you can see the crack that separates those cheeks – do men hide their eyes and try to cover their arousal?

  “Ah, and we would have to turn the Ersatz Elena over my knee and pull down her pants and spank her hard on her bare bottom to see if her pale cheeks bloom like yours do, become hot, red.

  “One more thing, and isn’t it just like a man to put this at the top of my list? It is the touchstone, the final hurdle for our Ersatz Elena. We need to put the Ersatz Elena to the ultimate test--my cock. What happens to my cock when the Ersatz Elena walks in the room? When she smiles at me over breakfast? When she rides up on her horse? When she studies her huge medical books, frowning with the effort, twisting that lock of hair first one curl, then another, until she gives up and lets her hair down? Or when she sleeps in my arms or wakes by my side? Does my cock rise up? Scent her across the room? Know she is there before he sees her or hears her? Like a lion who smells his mate? A stallion who knows his mare is near? Does he get so hard that he knows he will explode if he can’t drive inside of her, high up in her pussy, deep in her mouth, between her breasts?”

  Elena was lying next to him, her arms flung over her head, her body covered with a sheen of sweat, her face flushed, her lips red and swollen. Her gulping breaths and whimpering moans filled the air. Her body was shuddering, orgasm after orgasm threatening to erupt, held back only because Bai kept manipulating her, pulling her back from the edge.

  “This whole line of questioning is a trifle unfair, mon amour. I should have given you my guidelines at the beginning of this exercise. You see, if there is a question, a scintilla of a possibility, that this Ersatz Elena does not have all of these features and so many more I cannot list them--then my answer is simple. NON. I do not want her. I will not have her. I want you. I want MY Elena.

  “And those, cherie, mon amour, are just some of the reasons I have pledged my troth to you and why tomorrow I will marry you, make you my wife, to honor you and treasure you for the rest of my life.”

  ~~~

  Later that evening, as she was organizing the jewelry, laying out the ribbons and trinkets in preparation for the challenging task the next morning of helping fifty young girls dress for the wedding, Elena looked up to see Jeng Ming enter the dining room.

  “I came looking for you, Elena. I want to speak to you.”

  Elena nodded, feeling the heat creep up her cheeks.

  When she didn’t speak, Jeng Ming said, “I want you to know I would never do anything to dishonor you or Bai. I know everyone thinks I am a whore, but even whores have principles.”

  Elena frowned and shook her head.

  “I do not think you are a whore, Jeng Ming. But you are the most beautiful young woman I have seen and the most admirable. I…I was feeling inadequate in comparison.”

  Jeng Ming snorted and tossed her head dismissively.

  “I apologize, Jeng Ming. I know you would never be intimate with Bai.”

  Jeng Ming sneered, “Foolish woman. Of course, I would. There is not a woman alive who would say no if Bai offered himself to her. But he won’t because he loves you. And Elena, there is not a man alive who would say no to you if you offered yourself. But you won’t for the same reason. You love Bai.”

  Elena smiled a rueful smile.

  “You’re right, Jeng Ming. Bai and I are deeply in love.”

  Jeng Ming agreed.

  “Bai saved me and all of those girls. I will honor him to the day I die. The only one I honor as much is the woman he loves.”

  “Thank you, Jeng Ming.”

  After Jeng Ming left, Elena worked for several moments, then decided she had done what she could for the night. When she walked out to the courtyard, she was surprised to see Bai outside the doorway, lounging against the wall, smoking a cigarette. His Stetson was pulled down low over his eyes. He hadn’t bothered to tie back his hair. He was wearing tight jeans and a plaid shirt like the cowboys wore. As always, his gorgeous face and sexy body took her breath away.

  She smiled at him, shaking her head at his obvious concern.

  “Are you hovering about-- protecting me? Think I can’t take care of myself, Warrior Man?”

  He grinned through half closed eyes. Pushing his hat up, he stepped next to her and took hold of her arm.

  “That is the last thing I think, cherie. Are you finished getting things ready for the girls?”

  “Yes. I’ve done as much as I can tonight.”

  He nodded. “Would you like to ride up to the canyon and watch the sunset? We can get back before it gets too late.”

  “That is a lovely idea, Bai.”

  “I hoped you would say that. I saddled up Noire and Zhenqui. They are waiting for us in the courtyard. .

  It was dark when they returned to the villa and walked back to their chambers. Elena turned to him, a slight frown marring her smooth forehead.

  “I’ve been thinking, Bai.”

  “Mm hmm.”

  “You know how you said that you would kill any man who touched me?’

  He responded with an insolent grin, “I not only said it, it is what I will do.”

  “Hmm. Well I don’t know if I would kill a woman who tried to touch you, but I am a kung fu master and ten minutes with my feet on her face would be worse than being killed.”

  Bai threw back his head and laughed uproariously. After a moment, he wiped his eyes and said, “I think you are right about that, cherie. God help the man or the woman who doesn’t understand the intensity of our love for one another.”

  He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. His voice was a husky whisper. “How about it, cherie? Do you want to celebrate your last night as a single woman by letting me fuck you blind?”

  “I don’t know, Bai. The twelve orgasms I had in the dojo this afternoon may have taken the edge off for me.”

  He grinned at her, a wicked twinkle flashing in his eyes and slid his hand inside her pants and cupped her bare ass adding a quick squeeze.

  She smiled, “On second thought, once you and I are married, twelve orgasms will be nothing, right, love?”

  “An appetizer, cherie. A mere appetizer.”

  ~~

  Chapter 18

  It was dark when Elena awoke and, for once, Bai still slept. She slipped out from under his arm where he anchored her throughout the night and looked with wonder at his sleeping body. Like a splendid male animal, even in repose he was powerful, dangerous. Stretched out on his stomach, one arm arched over his head resting against the pillow. His back, shoulders and arms and the tight curves of his ass were taut with defined muscle. She longed to touch him, run her hands over his golden skin, but she didn’t want to wake him. Does he have any idea how gorgeous he is, she wondered? In her intensive study of art and anatomy, Elena had never seen a more perfect replication of the male form than Bai. His tight hard buttocks alone were a work of art. They put classical male sculpture to shame.

  One of his legs was kicked out to the side, accentuating his firm muscular thighs. His bent knee offered a glimpse of his darkened scrotum hangin
g heavy between his legs. His penis was partially hidden, wedged along the side of his thigh, but even in its relaxed state was an impressive bulge. Elena licked her lips, relishing the salty tangy taste and musky smell of his cum on her lips and ached to take him again in her mouth.

  His black hair fell across his face. Elena longed to brush it aside and cover his face with hungry kisses. She turned to leave when a huge hand grabbed her shoulder and Bai growled a low threatening sound.

  “Where do you think you’re going, cherie?”

  She jumped, startled, then smiled when she saw his quirked eyebrow and half smile at the corner of his mouth.

  “Good morning, darling. I’m sorry, love, I need to get to the infirmary. All fifty girls need to bathe, do their hair, and dress in time for the wedding.”

  “And you, mon amour, are the chamber maid?”

  Elena laughed in delight.

  “That is as a good a description as any. Let’s just say, I am the head chamber maid. But yes, I am going to see that every one of those girls looks and feels beautiful in time for the wedding.”

  “Who is going to make sure that my bride doesn’t forget that she also is expected at our wedding?”

  Elena’s eyes sparkled and she challenged him with a saucy grin.

  “I’m hardly going to forget – although I might be a little late, but it’s not as though you can start without me, right?”

  Bai sat up in bed and pulled her across his body and held her in his arms.

  “Elena, have I told you that I love you and want to marry you?”

  “Yes, you have and in case you forgot, my answer is yes!”

  “And, cherie, did I tell you that one of the reasons I love you is because you might be late for our wedding in order to ensure that fifty battered girls attend our wedding in style?”

  “Then I should tell you one of the reasons I agreed to marry you is because I don’t know another man who would have done what you did to rescue those girls. Is it appropriate to be in awe of my husband to be?”

  Bai grinned, his eyes twinkling.

  “I think awe is most appropriate. Given that at heart you are a saucy little minx and unlikely to remain in an awed state, I will remember with delight your awe on our wedding day.”

  He pulled her close to him.

  “Kiss me, ma petite fille. I heard the servants gossiping yesterday. There is a rumor that a married woman is likely to be in these chambers tonight.”

  “Really? Then what I heard must be true.”

  “What did you hear, mon amour?’

  “That a handsome warrior has been scouring the countryside looking for a bride. If he finds a woman that meets his exacting specifications, he will bring her to this very villa tonight.”

  “Hmm, I hope for her sake he is not the warlord I heard rumored about. It is said he has ravenous sexual appetites, some of which shall we say veer to the ‘unconventional?’”

  “Ohh. In that case, I wonder if there is any way I can warn the bride.”

  “It’s best she not know. If she knew what he has planned for her, what delights, what fantasies he has in mind, she might be too frightened to marry him.”

  “I thought fantasies were wonderful, glorious, like fairy tales.”

  “Hmm, some are. But some are dark, dangerous, and horribly wicked.”

  “I have heard it whispered that wicked can be good.”

  “Or bad. Very, very good or very, very bad. However, my curious little maiden, the best ones are both.”

  “I wish I wasn’t just a simple little chamber maid, because then the mighty warrior might choose me to be his bride.”

  “Are you wicked?”

  “My lover says he has never seen a more wicked innocent.”

  “Ah, the ultimate aphrodisiac. A chaste innocent exterior and a wicked wanton interior. May I suggest how to make it more likely the warlord will notice you?”

  “Please, sir, anything that will make me less plain and ordinary.”

  “Wear virginal white on the outside, but underneath wear bright whore’s red.”

  “Hmm. He must be a Chinese warlord. I understand you are to wear red at a Chinese wedding.”

  “Yes, but for you my little chamber maid, virginal white on the outside and a tempting touch of the blood red fire inside.”

  “Will a red lace garter do?”

  “Ah oui, bright red, high up on your pale naked thigh.”

  “But how will he see it?”

  “This is where your creativity will be tested. At some point during the evening, you need to place that garter on his person where no one else can see it.”

  “But how will he know it is mine?”

  “Ah, ma petite, here is the wicked part. You must first rub it up against your aroused sex, imparting the delightful smell that is yours and yours alone.”

  “What if he doesn’t recognize the smell?”

  “Hmm, you are an innocent child. If you are meant to be his women, that smell was imprinted in his soul many lifetimes ago. And he will know from your scent alone that he has found his mate.”

  Elena smiled and her eyes gleamed with tears of joy. She touched her finger to her lips and then to his and hopped out of bed to dress. When she was dressed, she stood for a moment in the doorway. With a saucy grin she curtsied to Bai.

  “Thank you for your advice, my lord. I must go to my duties. Wish me luck!”

  He nodded, a stern frown crossed his face.

  “Remember, virginal white on the outside, whore’s red underneath.”

  “Oh, I pray the warlord picks me.”

  Bai grinned, hearing Elena’s luscious laughter as she ran through the courtyard.

  He chuckled and muttered, “Like the poor bastard has a choice.”

  ~~~

  Elena met with Lei and Madam Quing and her six lead servants to review the plans for the day one last time. Lei shooed her off to the infirmary, insisting that she and Madam Quing had everything under control.

  “Remember, sweetheart, this is what mothers get to do. Boss everyone around and ensure that their gorgeous daughter has the most spectacular wedding possible. Now, I must say, most brides don’t spend the better part of their wedding day working, but then, Elena, you are not most brides.”

  “Oh, Lei, I didn’t know I could be this excited. I love Bai so much. Do you have any idea how much I love him?”

  “My darling, your eyes alone could light a dark night you are glowing with such happiness. And Elena I do understand. I love your father as intensely as you love Bai. Never doubt it; we are profoundly lucky women, Elena.”

  “Lei, thank you for being my mother. I truly am the luckiest woman alive.” “Thank you, love. Now run along and make those girls gorgeous.”

  Elena dashed off and Lei and Madam Quing shook their heads at the barefoot red haired sprite running down the path. Only Elena would forget her shoes on her wedding day!

  Lei and Madam Quing turned with a vengeance to implement months of planning. The wedding would be spectacular. While Bai had chosen to align himself primarily with his Chinese heritage, as with everything in his life, Bai had created his own eclectic cultural take. Fortunately, Lei and Wyatt had raised Elena with much the same ecumenical approach to religion and culture. The consistent element in all of their lives was their adherence to the physical and spiritual principles of kung fu.

  The marriage ritual in the traditional Chinese wedding was a simple three part tea ceremony acknowledging the gods of heaven and earth, of ancestors and family. No formal vows were exchanged. But the gala that came after the ceremony was anything but simple. Madam Quing and her cooks had created an extraordinary twelve course feast with all the traditional wedding foods, as well as Elena’s and Bai’s favorites. French champagne, imported brandies, cognacs, and the finest wines from their vineyards would accompany the sumptuous food.

  Because the guests were also the servants and workmen at the villa, Bai and Elena had hired staff from two of the largest h
otels in San Francisco to manage the final dinner preparations, so that the servants at the complex could attend the celebration.

  Nianzu and Quitin were in charge of the entertainment. A talented group of Sing Leon fighters had been practicing for weeks on what was sure to be the most spectacular event of the evening -- the traditional kung fu Lion Dance. Rarely seen except at major festivals and parades, the colorful costumes, music, and acrobatic finesse of the performers, the Lion Dance was a feast for the senses. Bai and Elena requested the traditional dance to reward their guests, immigrant Chinese who missed the traditional ceremonies of their youth and the young girls who had been born in China and forcibly brought to America. The party tonight would be a special treat for the children wrenched in hideous ways from all they had known and loved, and for the others who had come by choice to a new and unwelcoming country. To surprise Bai and Elena, the Sing Leon warriors had prepared a virtuoso performance of kung fu artistry based on the famous five animal styles of the Shaolin warriors, a presentation that was sure to amaze and delight the audience.

  By the time the hotel staffs had taken charge and sent the villa residents off to dress for the evening, the courtyards were ablaze with lanterns and hundreds of flaming torches. The smell of succulent roasting meats and fish and the sweet cloying odor of dumplings and lotus paste filled the air. The dining tables surrounding the courtyard were lavishly decorated with red ribbons, bright red roses, and sweet smelling candles. Traditionally, wedding guests gave red envelopes stuffed with money to the bride and groom, but Bai had turned this tradition on its head. At every place setting was a red envelope for each of the guests with a generous monetary gift from the bride and groom.

  ~~~

  It was after three o‘clock and the ceremony was due to start at five when Lei made her way back to her chambers to dress and smiled to see Wyatt waiting at the doorway.

  The two long term lovers looked at each other with delight and barely suppressed lust. Wyatt helped her slip the red satin dress over the silk of her skin and let his fingers hover over her hips and thighs to rest on her high proud breasts.