by Taylor Lee
“I need you, bebe. Christ, I can’t wait. I need to be inside of you, high up in your glorious cunt. I need to feel your pussy grasping my cock, milking me, draining me dry.”
He bent her knees and roughly pushed her legs apart. It was as though the passion, the hunger that had been building throughout the day had taken over his body, his soul. He grabbed her feet clad in the shiny red shoes and shoved them up against his shoulders and jerked her hips up against his groin.
“Goddamn, I love these shoes. What they say, what they do to me. They make me want to fuck you so hard, so deep, you will scream with pleasure, beg me not to stop.”
He spread her labia with rough eager fingers and leaned down and sucked her clit into his mouth. She cried out and a rush of her cream splashed against his chin, the spicy musky smell driving his lust to a feverish pitch.
“Ah, Christ, yes! Fuck, yes! You want me, bebe, don’t you? As much as I want you?”
With a fierce thrust, he entered her in a single stroke, sliding deep, high up against her womb. He roared with pleasure when he heard her shrill, keening screams.
“Now! Come now! Give it to me, cherie. Yes. Yes, just like that!”
He gloried in her sobbing gasping breaths, her frantic cries, her deep shuddering tremors. His cock strained inside of her, needing her, all of her. Now. The tight walls of her vagina pulsed greedily, sucking his cock deeper, harder, higher. Overcome with lust, he thrust up high in her glorious cunt and with a wild animal cry, filled her with his seed.
They lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, their sweaty bodies trembling, shuddering with passionate aftershocks. He held her close, murmuring incoherent loving words, blanketing her face, her body with loving kisses. When he could stand, he went to the bathroom and returned with a warm towel. Stripping off her shoes, her damp stockings, he wiped the sticky juices off her body.
“Bai?”
“Yes, cherie. Yes, mon amour?”
“Bai, can we eat? I am starving.”
He roared.
“Yes, my darling, ma petite amie. I apologize. I know you are hungry, cherie. Forgive me. I could not wait. I had to have you.”
He nuzzled against her neck, nipping the sensitive place at the base of her throat.
“But after we eat…ah, oui. Then I will love you slowly, tenderly, the way a bridegroom should make love to his beautiful bride. Or maybe somewhat tenderly…”
She laughed and jumped up and ran to the bathroom, ducking away from his outstretched hands.
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Chapter 21
Bai heaped a plate with the delicacies their servants prepared. He noted with a grin that every food associated with fertility had made its way to the platter. He took a quilt from the bottom of the bed and spread it on the floor in front of the fireplace. Next to the hearth, he put the food and a bottle of champagne. Perusing the stack of record albums, he chose a soft instrumental ragtime, the sensuous music sweeping the country.
He stood in front of the fire smoking a Turkish cigarette and sipping on a special brandy Wan gave him to celebrate his marriage. He warmed the glass before the fire and breathed in the rich heady aroma. He looked up and gasped to see Elena coming from her dressing room wearing an extraordinary nightgown and matching robe. They were of the sheerest silk, a virtually transparent fabric that fell in iridescent whispers over the swells and curves of her lush body.
Elena smiled at him shyly, waiting to see if he approved.
He pulled her to him and kissed her cheek, then ran his fingers over the silky fabric.
“Why did you put on so many clothes, cherie? Such heavy barriers to my sight and touch?”
She smiled knowing from his lust filled eyes that that he was teasing her.
“To tempt you.”
When he chuckled, she added, “Lei and my father gave it to me for my wedding night.”
He grinned appreciatively.
“The gods truly blessed me, Elena. Not only did they give me you, but also a father and mother in law who may enjoy erotic play almost as much as we do. No wonder you are such a hot little whore, cherie. Look at the example your father and Lei provided.”
He pulled her down in front of the fire and pushed the plate of delicacies in front of her.
“I should warn you amie; the servants are conspiring against us. If you eat even a portion of this food, we may have so many children you will do nothing but give birth.”
Elena laughed in delight.
“I’m so hungry, Bai, I will take the chance.”
“Let me feed you, cherie. I like the feel of your lips on my fingers, your tongue against my knuckles.”
She blushed and shook her head at his outrageous overtures, but within minutes they were laughing, teasing one another with bits of lovely food. Bai especially liked putting a morsel in her mouth and then capturing a portion of it with his teeth. After several glasses of champagne and consuming a remarkable amount of the proffered food, Elena leaned back against the sofa and sighed in contentment.
Bai leaned down and licked a tiny drop of fragrant oregano oil off her chin, then smeared it across her lips urging her to suck the spicy oil from his tongue. She murmured in pleasure and pulled his bottom lip between her teeth and nipped lightly.
He licked around the shell of her ear and smiled when she shrieked at the tickling touch.
“I have a gift for you, Elena.”
“But, Bai, we agreed our wedding rings were our gifts to one another.”
“Yes, but you challenged me, cherie. I know well the profligacy of your grandfather and father. I wanted to give you something I am confident neither has given you--nor will they.”
“Ohh, that sounds intriguing. What is it? You know I love presents.”
He handed her a flat rectangular red velvet box. She stroked the soft plush exterior, then her eager fingers flicked the tiny gold clasp on the front. Lying against the gleaming satin lining were three gold rings, each of which had a wolf’s head with glittering jeweled eyes. There was a delicate gold chain between the two matching rings.
Elena picked up the two rings with a puzzled look and gasped to see that the wolves’ eyes were exotic sapphire stones.
“These are beautiful, Bai, but I don’t understand…I’m not sure where…Oh…I see.”
Bai’s eyes twinkled when he saw she realized where the rings were intended to go.
“These are for my… my breasts? For my nipples?” she asked with a slight stutter.
“Yes, cherie, they are anneux de sein, bosom rings we will put on your beautiful pierced nipples. I want you to be as fashionable as the ladies in France and the rest of Europe.”
He smiled at her perplexed look as she fingered the beautiful rings and he added with a teasing smile, “It is only fair to tell you these anneux de sein are treacherous. I am told that the use of these rings makes one’s breasts even fuller, the nipples more prominent and more sensitive. Indeed you will always be in a state of readiness, constant excitation for my pleasure and, of course, for yours.”
“Hmm, I see. What…what is the chain for?”
He grinned a salacious grin.
“For me to tug on.”
Elena swallowed hard, but her eyes were sparking as she fingered the heavy gold rings with their prominent precious stones, her interest clearly growing.
“What is this one for?” she asked, pointing to the third ring, the eyes glittering with diamonds.
His voice was husky, seductive.
“Spread your legs, cherie, and I will show you.”
“Oh my God, Bai. I…you…you can’t mean it.”
He laid her against the floor and gently separated her swollen folds. He slipped his finger up against the sensitive ridge of skin covering her clitoris and rolled it between his fingers and thumb her soft moans responding to his expert touch.
“See this hood, this cover here? It is the perfect place for a stimulating decoration, oui, cherie?”
Elena’s face was b
right red as she looked at the extravagant jewelry, then buried her head in Bai’s shoulder.
“Are you sure…sure it is okay to wear these beautiful rings in those places, especially this one?” she asked tentatively peeking out and pointing to the ring with the diamond eyes.
“Ah, cherie, I promise you, we will both delight in these rings. I will play with them constantly, titillate you and bring you to even more profound orgasms, yes?”
She trembled and buried her face again then surprising him, she giggled.
“What is amusing, cherie?”
She looked up at him, her face flushed with embarrassment, but her eyes were dancing.
“You are right about one thing, Bai. My grandfather and father will not be duplicating this gift!”
He threw back his head and roared.
“You are goddamn right about that, cherie. I am the only one who will decorate your nipples and your luscious pussy with jewels, oui, mon amour?”
He waited for several moments while she considered the rings. Smiling, he held first one then the other against her nipples.
“Look petite, how fancy you will be. Precious stones on even more precious flesh. Mm hmm.”
Putting the clitoral ring up next to her engorged flesh, he added, “And look at this? Think of the hours I will play with these diamonds. This beautiful little nub will no longer be able to hide, cherie. Mais, oui.”
Elena twisted away from his probing, teasing touch, but it was obvious from her sparkling eyes that not only was she intrigued, she was titillated and excited by his scandalous gifts.
“By the way, Elena, Manu said a fierce looking fellow dropped off this box with the other gifts left at the door.”
Elena looked up in surprise when he handed her an elaborate red lacquered box. Painted on the top and sides of the box were elegant scenes of men and women in extraordinary sexual positions that she recognized from her secretive, cursory study of the Kama Sutra. She tried to hide her interest, but the knowing look in Bai’s eyes indicated he likely saw the manual tucked away in her bureau drawer.
Ignoring his grin, she tested the gold keyhole on the side of the box, but it was securely locked. Bai smiled at her and handed her a tiny gold key. It was then that she saw the red garter wrapped around the box.
She felt the heat light her face and she was embarrassed that her hands were shaking. She tried to act calm, nonchalant.
“Ahh, this is from the warlord? The one with the wicked proclivities?”
“Hmm. Yes, I believe so. It seems you did catch his eye. Perhaps it was the red shoes, oui, cherie?”
She grinned and slipped off the garter and held it to her nose.
“It smells like…like me and like you.”
Bai took it from her and sniffed it.
“Ah, so it does. A most erotic smell. Wicked.”
Elena took the tiny key and opened the box. Bai saw her eyes widen with surprise, then a little frown crossed her face, quickly followed by a flush of red flooding her face and neck. She gasped and stuttered; her voice shook.
“Oh, you were right, Bai. The warlord is a…very wicked man…dangerous.”
Inside the box she saw a set of red and black velvet wrist and ankle cuffs with long black silk ties and a matching silk blindfold. Nestled beside the restraints was what at first looked to be a riding crop. A second look confirmed it had a more specific, less innocent purpose. She reached inside the box and took out the fancy crop. It had an intricately carved leather handle and an unusual design. The flogging end of the shaft had thin leather tails but underneath the striking strips were feathers. She stared at the crop for a long moment anxiously biting her lower lip. When she looked up at Bai, she saw the soft smile on his face and wicked twinkle in his eyes.
“Ah, cherie. Don’t be afraid. Feel how soft these feathers are? They whisper sweet words of love to your tender skin.”
He pulled the leather tails back to reveal the nest of feathers and dusted them across the inside of her knee and along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She trembled and gasped at the erotic touch. Then with an audible snap, he flicked the leather tails sharply across her thighs. She jumped and cried out more in surprise than pain.
Rubbing the pink mark to take away the sting, he ran his fingers over the leather tails and didn’t hide the gleam in his eyes.
“You see, cherie, what a remarkable device this is? The loving touch of the downy feathers or, in contrast, the sting of the leather. Sharp, yes, but still soft, not hurtful in the hands of an expert, oui, mon petite putain?”
Elena tried to cover her nervousness but couldn’t. Neither could she hide the excitement quivering in her groin or the telltale flood of moisture between her legs. Seeing the look in his eyes and his knowing grin at the dampness on her thighs, she knew that Bai understood all too well her conflicting emotions.
Doing her best to take charge of the situation, Elena held up the velvet wrist and ankle cuffs with the long silk ties and asked with a dismissive snort, “And these? These are necessary for the big strong warlord to control his prisoner?”
Bai chuckled, a low rumbling sound.
“Ah, only when necessary, mon amour. As long as his putain behaves, is not naughty or wicked, he won’t need to restrain her. But you of all people know how naughty my petite putain is. So, yes, on occasion these will be necessary. Not to capture or hurt, but to hold her still while I show her what happens to naughty, wicked little girls when they don’t behave.”
Bai put the whip and restraints back in the lacquer box, locked it, and pushed it to the side. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
“We will put this away for tonight, ma petite. You have been a surprisingly good girl today and the warlord’s devices won’t be necessary.”
He walked over to the bed and tossed several large pillows on the floor in front of the fire, then reached for a bottle of champagne.
He lay down beside her and propped himself up on one elbow. Seeing the uncertain look on her face, he ran his fingers teasingly over her chin, then pinched the corner of her lip and smiled at her soft groan.
“Non, non, Elena. No whips tonight. Instead I am going to bathe you in champagne and lick every drop of it off you – beginning with your lovely feet.”
He poured a glass of champagne, then dipped her toes in the glass. Smiling at her ticklish protests, he sucked off each of her toes and then trickled the bubbly liquid over her feet and legs and began to lick it off in noisy, greedy gulps ignoring her heated reaction. Working his way up her long slender legs he bent her knees and whispered, “Spread your legs, cherie — open wide, for me.”
She moaned and did as he said only to have him separate her puffy lips and pour a cloud of bubbly liquid in her slit.
She shrieked pulling back against the scorching chill of the sparkling liquid assaulting her tender flesh. Laughing with delight at her tortured reaction, Bai held her hips steady between his hands and took long succulent licks up the sides of her slit, then with a passionate groan buried his tongue deep inside, hungrily sipping the alcoholic nectar mixed with her exotic juices.
He ignored her protests and stopped to rest only after he had tasted her breasts, her nipples, the sensitive divot of her navel. Then he flipped her over to pour the bubbly liquid between the cheeks of her ass and languidly licked her dry.
He laid back against the pillows his eyes dark with momentarily sated lust, a mix of pungent liquids on his lips and tongue. She pulled herself up against him and struggled to quiet the shivering heat of her desire. Riveted by his long muscular torso, expert hands and mouth and stunning erection, she snatched the bottle of champagne he was holding loosely in one hand.
“What about you, Bai? I think you need to be bathed, as well. May I pour champagne over your chest; lick it off your nipples? Pour this between your toes? In this place where your thighs meet your butt? May I dip your cock in champagne and suck it off? Drizzle icy bubbles over your balls and taste the sparkling sweetne
ss?”
Bai rolled over and pulled her on top of him, as his cock reared to attention.
“I have never been one to refuse sensory experiences of any kind, cherie. Perhaps that is just what my throbbing cock needs to cool it down--champagne and your luscious mouth.”
For over an hour they drizzled, licked and sipped a mix of stimulating flavors off each others bodies. Shrieking with laughter and shouts of passion, they assaulted one outrageous place after another passionately, tenderly, fiercely, until they lay exhausted with spent fervor.
Bai rose up his muscular body streaked with the residue of drying alcohol, trickles of semen and her erotic juices. He went to the bathroom and filled their bathtub with decadent oils and soapy bubbles. He walked back to the bedroom and smiled down at Elena lying in front of the hearth, the warmth of the fire casting a rosy glow on her satiated body.
“Come, mon amour. As much as I enjoyed your talented tongue and would never challenge your efficiency in licking me off, I think we both need a bath.”
She lay between his thighs and rested her head back against his shoulder. Sinking beneath the warm fragrant bubbles, she sighed a long languorous sigh.
“Mmm, oh my God, this feels so good. You feel so good. I love you Bai. More than anything in the world, more than I dreamed it was possible to love someone. And now, now you are my husband.”
She nestled against him her fingers, tangled in the short hairs on his chest. She began to doze, drift off to sleep when she felt his arousal against her hip.
She raised a lazy eyelid to see him holding his engorged cock in his hand. She smiled watching with interest as he tugged on the burgeoning shaft, making it even harder, stretching the foreskin up and down with practiced strokes.
Elena giggled, her eyes twinkling.
“Hmm, I think you like him a lot.”
“Ah, I do. Because of the pleasure he gives you. And, not incidentally, the pleasure he gives me.
“I’ve been thinking, cherie, you are going to be very fancy. Perhaps you need one more gift.”
He handed her a small velvet pouch he had placed on the edge of the tub.
