by Taylor Lee
Jeng Ming lips curled in an ugly smile.
“Hmm. You’re a man, aren’t you?”
Alex was stunned, dismayed. My God, how could she say such a terrible thing, think something so awful? He took a deep breath and forced himself to appear calm.
“I see. You believe that all men fuck anyone and everyone?”
She tossed her head and raised a disdainful eyebrow.
“Yes, that is my belief – and my experience.”
Alex lost his battle to remain calm. He was shaking with emotion, a mix of anger and frustration.
“You are wrong, so very wrong. I love Elena more than anything in the world. I would never do anything to hurt her or dishonor her.”
Jeng Ming didn’t try to hide her sneer. She pointed to Bai.
“Why are you angry with him?”
Alex flushed and looked down shaking his head, not willing to respond.
Jeng Ming continued.
“Because he is fucking her?”
“Jesus God, will you please stop this conversation about fucking? You don’t know what you are talking about. That is not what this is about.”
Jeng Ming quirked an eyebrow with a dismissive smile.
“Hmm, seems like it is to me.”
Alex’s voice was tight with anger, his cheeks hot with heat.
“You don’t know him; you don’t know the kind of man he is.”
“Hmm, I think I know him better than you do.”
Alex was now the dismissive one. He didn’t try to hide his distain.
“How could you? You just met him.”
Jeng Ming looked at him and shook her head.
“You are such an ignorant child.”
Alex’s fury erupted. He wanted to yell at her, shake her. He clenched his fists at his sides, struggling to control his anger.
“How dare you. What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know him? Pffft. He is the man who saved my life. He is the man who saved the life of every one of these girls here.”
She turned and faced him head on, her eyes flashing with anger.
“He is the man who lit a match and burned up the evil men who hurt us.”
Alex stepped back in the face of her wrath.
Her eyes blazed and her voice shook with suppressed rage.
“Do you hear me? He had the courage to burn them up. Light them on fire! That is who he is. You aren’t worthy to wipe his boots. You want to be the adored little boy running after your beautiful sister? Too bad. Your sister is with a man now. Go pout and feel sorry for yourself, boy.”
She whirled away, then turned back and spit on the floor in front of him.
Alex stood rooted to the floor, his face slack with disbelief. His anger drained from his body, as though she’d pulled the plug from his heart, every emotion, good and bad, flooded out, leaving him incredulous, numb, empty.
~~~
Bai and Elena saw Alex approach Jeng Ming and while they couldn’t hear the conversation, they saw the shocked expression on Alex’s face when Jeng Ming left him standing alone. They were amused and not surprised that Alex was smitten with the lovely girl, but now they both saw the pain on his face. Elena frowned and started to go to him, but Bai held her back.
“Let me, Elena. It’s time I start acting like an older brother and, goddamn it, your brother looks like he could use a friend.”
Bai walked over to Alex and put out his hand.
“I know this is hard for you, Alex. Soon I hope you will be pleased that Elena and I are married.”
Alex took his hand with an absentminded start, occupied with his own thoughts.
Bai saw the distraught expression on the young man’s face and tried a different tack to break through.
“I could use your skills, Alex. Your recent experience in China could be a boon for me. I need to decide which of the young girls can be returned to China safely and which ones don’t have families who will accept them.”
Alex shrugged and said with a slight sneer,
“Are you trying to get rid of me, send me back to China, Bai? Only want people around who think you walk on water?”
Bai grinned.
“Hell, no. Your sister will kill me if she thought I made you leave. She won’t let you out of her sight for a long time to come. No, this is something you could do here. Perhaps Jeng Ming will team up with you. She is a beautiful woman and as courageous and smart as she is beautiful.”
Alex’s cheeks flushed and his eyes darkened with pain.
“Unfortunately, she hates white men and, apparently, me in particular.”
Bai saw the raw anguish on his face.
“Hmm. I see. Wyatt seems to be making inroads with her. You might want to hang on to his coattails. If anyone knows how to sweet talk a woman, it’s that father of yours.”
As he turned to leave, he looked back at the pale young man and saw his despair.
“It’s not hopeless, Alex. Remember, you are a kung fu warrior. Patience, courage, honor.”
~~~
Bai walked over to the orchestra leader and requested a Viennese waltz. He stepped to the middle of the courtyard and bowed to the audience. With a graceful bow to Elena, he turned to the audience and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, I want to dance with my wife. Elena, will you give me the honor of this dance? ”
The audience roared their approval and Elena held out her hand her face alight with joy as she eagerly skipped to her husband. Bai smiled at her, then removed the pins, the orchid, and the train from her hair. When her hair fell in a cascade of glorious curls down her back, he tucked the orchid behind her ear and reached in the pocket of his trousers and pulled out a red garter. Holding it to his nose for a moment, he breathed in deeply then rolled it up on his sleeve and grinned at Elena’s surprised gasp.
He took her in his arms and for the next magical moments, they whirled across the courtyard in graceful circles. Their bodies flowed, dipped, and twirled as one. They never took their eyes off one another; their glowing smiles lit the night. When the music whispered to a close, Bai lifted her high in the air and twirled her in a dizzying circle. He brought her down to his lips and kissed her as they slowly circled to a stop. When the audience clapped and cheered in delight, Bai picked her up in his arms and, with a raffish grin and a wink, turned and carried her off to their quarters.
~~
Chapter 20
Bai held her tight to his chest, reveling in her soft luscious body, wondering how it was possible to love a woman as much as he loved Elena. The flickering lights and the music from the party faded in the distance as they neared their chambers. He kicked the door open with his foot, closed it behind him, and stepped into the beautifully prepared room.
Rose petals were scattered across the floor and their delicate aroma combined with the piney odor of the logs burning in the fireplace. The gas lamps flickered low, casting mysterious shadows on the walls. The room glowed with the light of dozens of candles and the soft flames from the fire.
“Ah, I do believe the rumors were correct. I think there is a married woman in this room tonight.”
“And a husband, as well?”
“Very much a husband. One who is grateful to be married to the most beautiful woman in the world.”
He bent over her and kissed her, then carried her into the room. He set her gently on the floor in front of a small table spread with lavish food and bottles of chilled champagne.
Elena laughed an excited trilling sound.
“Oh, look, Bai, there’s food. Thank God! I’m so hungry. I don’t think I have eaten anything today. I’ve been too excited to eat.”
“Ah yes, cherie. I also am hungry. As hungry as I have ever been.”
He poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to her. He dipped a strawberry in the golden liquid and bit off the end then held the rest to her lips.
“Here, cherie, you need to eat something.”
He grinned, his eyes twinkling.
“Y
ou will need your energy. This is no time for girlish faints.”
“Ha! I don’t faint. And I don’t think I am girlish any more, now that I am married, correct?”
He took a deep breath, trying to quiet the raging lust he felt looking at her lovely face. Her eyes were shining and he saw a reflection of what he was sure she saw in his--passion and overwhelming gratitude, knowing that this beautiful woman was his wife.
“Not girlish, but innocent. Amazing, Elena. The sexiest, most sensual woman in the world and you still make my prick throb with your innocence.”
She blushed and smiled at him, a shy tenuous smile.
He went over to the Victrola and rifled through a stack of phonograph albums. He chose one and put it on the turntable and smiled when the poignant sounds of Elena’s favorite syncopated music filled the air. He turned back and saw her leaning against the edge of the table, her eyes sparking as she nibbled delicately on the strawberry. Catching his eye, with a saucy tilt of her head, she licked it slowly, then took small erotic nips out of the bright red flesh of the fruit.
Bai chuckled in appreciation at her antics. He loosened his cravat and took his time lighting one of his Turkish cigarettes and poured himself a glass of his rare imported cognac. Sinking down in one of the overstuffed chairs by the fire, he sprawled back in the chair, crossing his feet languidly in front of him.
His eyes raked over her body and he nodded knowingly when she blushed and gripped the edge of the table with both hands for support.
“Dance for me, Elena.”
His voice was soft, commanding and his eyes were narrow, dark.
She smiled and trembled slightly, then stood up and moved to stand in front of him. He flicked his cigarette ash with the end of one long slim finger.
“Take your clothes off as you dance—slowly, one piece at a time.”
Elena’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink and she bit her lip, a nervous gesture that made his cock swell. She closed her eyes and her body swayed as the music reverberated through her slender frame. She looked up at him with an uncertain smile. He held her gaze and motioned for her to take off her dress.
She reached behind her and one by one unbuttoned the row of tiny buttons down the back of her dress. As she strained to reach the lowest buttons she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and Bai couldn’t hold back his groan.
Elena’s eyes lit up at the sound and she tossed her head and waited for a moment, holding the top of the dress against her chest, then slowly swaying to the music, let the gown drop to the floor. She daintily stepped out of it and looked to Bai for his approval. He smiled slightly, seeing the lacy chemise covering her breasts and her tight ass-hugging drawers. Christ, he thought to himself, who but Elena would wear such scanty outrageous underwear beneath a formal wedding gown. His breath hitched in appreciation. He resettled his hips in the chair to make room for his burgeoning cock fighting against the seam of his trousers.
Elena turned her back to him, twitching her hips from side to side to the beat of the music. She released the hooks on her waist length chemise--one by one. She looked over her shoulder with a teasing grin and waited an additional breathtaking moment, then whirled back to face him, her chemise fluttering to the floor.
Sparked by the flash of lust in his eyes, she held her naked breasts up to him the abundant flesh overflowing her small hands. Seeing the flush on his cheeks, she tentatively brushed her thumbs over the tips of her soft pink nipples.
“Pinch them, Elena. Pinch your nipples the way that I do.”
He grinned, a salacious twist to his lips when she blushed and her hands faltered.
“Do it, cherie. Pull on your nipples. Make them long and hard. Ah, oui, ma petite putin. Like that, just like that. Now roll them in your fingers, harder. Mm hmm. Like that. Look at how long they are, how hard. Soon, cherie, I will suck on them.”
She closed her eyes and moaned.
“Soon, mon amour, but not yet.”
The music wailed and Elena closed her eyes, her hips swaying from side to side.
“Your drawers, Elena. I want to see your pussy. Your ass. Take off your drawers, petite fille.”
She slipped her fingers under the band of her drawers, then daring to look up at him, she slid them halfway down her hips, a teasing smile glinting in her eyes.
“Ah, cherie, I see you want to torment me. Not a good idea, petite. Remember, I am a hungry man. Off. Now. Maintenant. ”
She turned her back to him and then bent over, tucking her ass up in the air and pulled her drawers slowly down over her hips, stopping for a moment as they cleared her bottom and peeked at him from under her arm, her face hot with heat. When she hesitated, he grinned at her, then took a deep drag off of his cigarette, trying to calm his cock jerking in response to her outrageous teasing. She stepped out of her drawers, then stood up and turned back to face him holding the scrap of lace in her hand. He blew a cloud of smoke up in the air and held out his hand. She smiled and tossed her drawers to him. Not taking his eyes off her flushed face, he buried his nose in the damp silk, greedily inhaling her rich spicy smell.
“Ah, mon amour. You are wet, very wet. I think you have been like that for a long time, yes?”
She moaned and leaned back against the table as the music came to a halt. She stood before him, trembling, naked except for her thigh high stockings, one red garter, and her high heeled red slippers.
“I think you are too aroused to dance and undress, yes, ma petite? Let’s focus, concentrate on your naked body. Uh uhh. Leave your stockings and shoes on. And yes, that garter. I like the whore’s red of your shoes and that garter against your pale white skin.”
He rose up, a fluid animal-like movement, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. He took a long drag on his cigarette, then reached behind him and ground it out in the ashtray. He ogled her naked body, staring at her full breasts and grinned when her nipples peaked in hard points at his insolent stare. He dropped his gaze to the flushed folds between her legs and smiled at the cream on her thighs. He loved that he could arouse her; make her juices flow just by looking at her.
“Undress me.”
She blushed at the command and hesitated, then she straightened up and seeming to gain confidence, she swiveled her hips and moved toward him. She looked at him for a moment -- first at his tousled hair, then let her gaze roam audaciously down the length of his strong muscular body. She licked her lips and smiled when he chuckled and shook his head at her impudent appraisal.
“Does ma petite putain, my little whore, like what she sees?’
“Mm hmm. Very much, sir.”
She sauntered over to stand in front of him, then to his surprise, she took the red garter off her thigh and slipped it over her head, letting it rest against her throat.
He gasped at the sight of the erotic band around her neck – the silky red collar matching the provocative red of her sexy shoes. He growled a low harsh sound.
“Hmm. You like to wear a whore’s collar around your neck, ma petite?”
“Do you like it?”
He snarled and reached out and twisted a handful of her hair tight in his fist and pulled her face up close to his.
He hissed in her ear.
“I like it very much, cherie. But be careful, you are playing with fire, ma petite.”
She smiled a sultry smile, then began taking off his clothes an article at a time, murmuring approvingly as she removed each piece. She took off his jacket and waistcoat, then with a flourish removed his tie and wrapped it around her wrist, smiling when he hissed.
She unbuttoned his shirt, scratching her fingernails over the hard muscular ridges of his chest and stomach. She pulled on his nipples and pinched them, giggling at his smothered groan. She played her teasing fingers through the smattering of silky hair on his chest, then tugging gently worked her way down past the top of his trousers and buried her inquisitive fingers in the damp wiry curls on his groin.
She knelt down in front of him and took off his sho
es and stockings. Tilting her head back, she smiled at the harsh strain on his face. She unbuttoned his trousers and with a flourish pulled his pants and underwear to his ankles. Startled, she gasped, her eyes widening with pleasure at the sight of his throbbing cock. It jutted out hard and long, stretching up against his stomach. The dark veins pulsed against the silky length and the tip wept with pearly drops.
Elena closed her eyes and pressed against his groin, resting her cheek against the pulsating shaft. A soft moan escaped her lips.
“You are so beautiful, Bai. I … can’t believe how gorgeous, how big you are.”
He groaned and leaned back against the table, widening his stance. She ran her hands over his thighs and started to stand.
Bai looked down at her upturned face, her eyes glowing with lust and pressed down hard on her shoulders.
“Uh uh, bebe, stay down. On your knees.”
He grabbed her hair and twisted it tight in his hand, holding her head in place. With his other hand, he grasped his engorged prick and pressed the swollen end against her lips.
“Open. Suck it. Now.”
His legs shook and his breath came in raspy pants watching his aroused cock sliding in and out of her full luscious lips. He groaned when she ran her tongue over the slit, sucking, lapping, biting, and nipping at all the sensitive places she knew so well.
“Spread your legs, Warrior Man. Wider.”
Her voice was husky, teasing. She sat back on her heels and sucked on her fingers. With the other hand she pulled his cock back into her mouth, then slipped her wet fingertips inside the pucker of his ass.
His passionate groans reverberated against her lips.
“God yes, bebe! Do that while you suck me hard. Take me deep, cherie. Ah, Christ, yes, like that! To the back of your throat.”
He thrust in her mouth hard against her throat, reveling in the sheer heat of his throbbing cock. He hovered on the edge of a climax, knowing he was seconds from shooting hot semen down her throat. With a huge effort and a fierce grunt, he jerked his cock from her mouth and pushed her back down to the floor. He groaned a rasping hungry, animal sound.
