The Frenchman's Revenge

by Taylor Lee

  When she cried out resisting the pressure, he held her tight and whispered, “You know what to do, don’t you, bebe? You know how to take me like this, don’t you?”

  “But it hurts, Bai, it always hurts.”

  Sloshing rough handfuls of the oily cream up and down his burgeoning cock, he pressed the swollen end against her tight little hole.

  “Ah, oui, it hurts at first. But just till we get past here, right, ma cocotte? Don’t clench down. You need to let me in, petit amour, let me in so I can go high up inside of you; hard and high and deep! But first we have to get by this tight little place, oui, cherie? We need to change the pain to pleasure, to dirty girl pleasure. Yes. Elena? Oui, mon amour?”

  He pulled back, resting his cock against the outside of her hole and grabbed her hand that was holding the dildo and pressed it against her slick folds.

  “Now, dulce bebe, let us see what the warlord’s dick is doing. Is he filling your beautiful cunt? Seeing how high, how deep he can go? Bien. And while he does that, I want to touch you here on this sensitive nub that drives you crazy when I rub it, oui?”

  He ran his oily fingers around her throbbing clit as he helped her move the dildo in and out of her sensitive folds. Using her moans and mewling cries as a guide, he helped her find the erotic place inside her cunt that had her gasping for breath.

  “Ah, oui, now that the warlord has found your sweet spot, now all we need is for me to enter your ass and stroke it from the other side, oui, ma belle femme?”

  Bai waited until he felt her cunt clench the dildo, grasp it, suck it in. When her soft moans turned to groans and her breath quickened he knew her orgasm was close. He spread her cheeks and pressed the swollen end of his cock up against the tight pucker of her ass. When she clenched down, he smacked her ass cheek hard and pushed in a little more.

  “Non, non. Don’t tighten. Don’t resist me, oui, cherie?”

  Moving the dildo faster, he waited for her anus to relax, loosen.

  “I love you, Elena. I want to come up inside of you, cherie. Now, bebe, now.

  She sobbed and he felt her clench again, but then release.

  “Oui, bien, cherie. Feel me now? Just a little more and then I can come high inside you. When I tell you, take a deep breath and push out against me, yes, cherie? Mmm. Now, Elena, a deep breath, now! Push, amour, push hard.”

  Bai grasped her hips and drove his hard cock past the tight pucker, the exquisitely tight circle of nerve endings, and entered her ass. He heard her cry and knew it hurt, but also knew how quickly the pain became pleasure. He waited, breathing hard, grinding his teeth to hold back his thrusts, letting her tight channel become accustomed to his thick, hard cock, to stretch around his erotic invasion.

  Hearing her quick pants, her shuddering gasps, he rubbed her clit between his fingers and thumb and helped her move the dildo, faster, higher in her cunt.

  “That’s good, Elena. Feel how good the warlord is? So good! God, look at the way he is fucking you! I can feel his cock next to mine. Christ, bebe, with him in your cunt and me in your ass, you are so tight, so goddamn tight!”

  He longed to thrust up inside of her, to let go, to bury himself deep in her ass. But he held back murmuring soft words, working the dildo in and out rubbing against the sensitive place in her cunt. His heart leapt when he heard her gasp and could tell from her deep hard pants that her orgasm was near. Then he felt her move, tighten around him, begin to milk his cock. It was the signal he had been waiting for, the message from deep in her body that he could move, thrust. He could let go, go higher! Christ, yes!

  She cried out.

  “Oh, God, Bai. Like that, love! Please, like that!”

  “Do you want, me, Elena? Do you want me to fuck you, fuck you hard? Like this? Oh bebe, tell me you want it like this, please, please!”

  She spread her knees wider, raised her ass and began to thrust against him, squeezing the dildo in her pussy, her tight muscles milking his cock.

  “Fuck me, Bai! Now, darling! I want you to fuck me now! Yes! Yes, like that. Oh, God, yes. Like that!”

  He pulled back to her entrance, then with one long hard thrust filled her ass and began to drive in and out, all the way out then back in--hard and high. He felt his balls tight against his ass and knew he couldn’t hold back.

  “Come with me, bebe. Come with me, Elena. Come with me now!”

  He heard her sobbing cries, felt the shuddering waves of her orgasm flooding over her grasping his cock, so hard it stole his breath. Gasping for air, he filled his lungs and then with a roar, he let go. Banging against her ass, he thrust in and out faster, harder, groaning, grunting; harsh low animal growls rising from deep in his chest. And then his shouts joined hers. Thrusting higher, deeper than he ever believed he could, he exploded, shooting wave after wave of hot cum high up in her ass.

  He lay on top of her for many long moments. He shifted his weight enough to let her breathe, but couldn’t, wouldn’t pull out of her. He didn’t want it to end. He never wanted to let her go. Her clenching, tightening holds and whispery sobbing sighs confirmed she agreed. This was his woman. Jesus God. This beautiful, passionate woman--was his. And, God bless him, he was hers. When he heard her struggling to breathe, he rolled to his side pulling her with him. He stayed buried in her ass and held his hand over hers keeping the dildo in place. He covered her back, her neck, all around and inside her ears with kisses--murmuring unintelligible words of love.

  He didn’t know how much time passed when he whispered to her to hold on to him. He gently removed the dildo from her soft folds pressing his lips against hers, swallowing her unhappy cry. He slid out of her ass and in one fluid movement rose up carrying her in his arms and headed to the bathroom. They stood against the shower wall waiting for the water to warm and their legs to stop shaking. Then gently, tenderly, they washed each other’s bodies, a ritual of love. Neither one of them spoke. They both knew they were in a hallowed place.

  ~~~

  But even hallowed places could be breached. Even in a hotel as elite as the Palace Hotel and in a suite that cost more per night than a prize stallion, sometimes the walls had ears that could hear, eyes that could see.

  ~~

  Chapter 26

  The next morning, Elena lounged in the beautiful quartz lined bathtub, the centerpiece in the extravagantly opulent hotel bathroom. Bai had drawn the water for her and filled the tub with rose petals and jasmine, the warm aroma an inviting mix of sweet and spice.

  Bai came in the bathroom carrying her robe and a glass of what looked like brandy. He laid her robe on the chair and handed her the glass.

  “Here, cherie, here is a glass of the brandy Wan gave us as a wedding present. It is as smooth as one would expect from sixty years of aging. When we are on vacation, even for a single day, I think we can enjoy brandy for breakfast, oui, mon amour?”

  “Oooh, this is delicious. And this bath is luscious. Will you join me, darling? Please, Bai, get in with me.”

  “Not now, ma petite. I have a surprise for you after your bath, but first I want you to relax and enjoy the bath, yes, mon amour?”

  “Oh, I love surprises. Quick, give me just a small hint? Is it something to wear? Something to eat? Something we will do today?”

  “Hmm, after a fashion, I guess you could say it is all three. Mais qui, cherie, how can it be a surprise if I tell you what it is? Soak in your tub, and sip on this marvelous libation.”

  Some time later, Elena thought she heard voices and assumed the servants had brought their breakfast. Much as she hated to leave the fragrant bath, the water had cooled and without realizing it she had drunk all of the brandy and was a little tipsy. She would have to tell Wan the brandy was spectacular and most relaxing. She smiled to herself, thinking she might crawl back in bed--after making love, of course. She would never be too tired for that!

  She slipped out of the tub and dried herself off and then put on the beautiful robe Bai had packed for her. It wasn’t as transparent
as the ones he usually chose. It was almost demure, elegant. Hmm, she thought with a smile, I guess he wants me to be a seductress today, not show all my wares at once. With a quick twist, she piled her hair on top of her head and rubbed jasmine leaves under her breasts and between her thighs. She loved the tingling feel on her sensitive skin and the way the spicy aroma mixed with the musky odor between her legs. Good God, I’m not even in the same room with him and I am already wet, she thought with chagrin. But what better way to let him know how much I love him and desire him.

  Elena walked in the bedroom, then drew back in surprise when she saw Bai talking with a small Chinese man. They were standing by the sofa, speaking in Chinese and didn’t see her in the doorway.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t know someone was here.”

  She clasped her robe tight against her chest, grateful that Bai had selected a discreet gown.

  Bai smiled at her and walked toward her holding out his hand. His eyes were twinkling and it was clear he had a secret.

  “Elena, this is Chou Li. He is part of the surprise I told you about.”

  At that moment, Elena saw a tray of instruments on the small table beside the bed. It took her a moment then a rush of trepidation hit over her when she understood what they were.

  “Those are for…the…piercings…for our rings?” She managed to stammer.

  “Yes, cherie. Don’t be frightened. Chou Li is a skilled practitioner, the finest there is in San Francisco. He was gracious enough to accept my request to ‘implement’ my wedding gifts for you.”

  “I… I didn’t expect to do this so soon, Bai.”

  Elena was trembling and her eyes were wide as she looked askance at the tray of fierce looking instruments.

  “Ah mon amour, you know, I am an impatient man. A hungry man with many appetites. I am eager to see the lovely rings on your beautiful body. How can I wait when I know how stunning your nipples and pussy will be decorated in precious jewels?”

  He smiled at her hesitation and pulled her close to his chest. He whispered in her ear.

  “Now tell, me, ma petite fille, would you like me to go first? Let Chou Li pierce the end of my cock, so that you can see how it is done?”

  Elena shivered and clung to his chest.

  “No…no…Bai. I think I better go first or I don’t know if I will have the courage to proceed.”

  “Oui, mon amour. Come cherie. Lie here on our bed—upon these pillows. I will lie beside you and whisper outrageous things in your ear to distract you. Chou Li tells me that each of your nipple piercings will take no more than a minute or so, although the ones on our more extravagant parts may take a little longer. Also, let’s have another glass of Wan’s brandy. It will have a pleasant numbing effect. Someday, we will tell him what we used it for, oui? Do you think he will be amused?”

  Elena gave a shaky laugh, then seeing the banked excitement in Bai’s eyes, she took a deep breath and reached out for his hand.

  “You are an amazing lover, Bai. And I have to tell you seeing that wicked wolf winking at me from the end of your cock is worth any pain I may feel.”

  Bai roared with laughter. Chou Li who also understood English turned his head to hide his smile.

  “Remember, cherie, we will have to wait several days before we attach our rings but God yes, it will be worth the wait. Come love; let us drink to one another and to a lifetime of erotic adventures.”

  “And, Bai…to the wicked warlord?”

  “Mais oui, Elena. To wicked – always wicked.”

  ~~

  Chapter 27

  Friday night was cool, dark, threatening to rain. It was a moonless night and what stars there were hid behind a bank of heavy clouds. Four of Aldo Marcello’s men waited in the abandoned warehouse next to a remote part of the New York harbor.

  They knew their job, what was expected of them. They had been doing it for so long that it had become mindless and their complacency showed. Over the years, they had become sloppy, lazy about protocol, as testified by the four empty grappa bottles strewn on the ground.

  It was nearly one in the morning and the last of the gang emissaries had left. The men added the final bundle of cash to the overflowing crate and prepared to hammer it closed.

  Angelo and Rico settled the top on the crate and began driving in the nails. Baggo dragged over a wheeled pallet to transport the crate to the boat waiting in the harbor.

  Sal stood beside them, checking off the names of the gangs who had graciously added their loot to the overflowing pile, and shook his head in appreciation.

  “You have to hand it to that son of a bitch, Aldo. He’s smart as hell. Who else could think up a money pit like this and get fifty goddamn gangs to go along with it?”

  “Think it has anything to do with the fact that they know they’re dead men if they don’t participate?” Baggo asked with a disgruntled sigh.

  “Yeah, well there is that factor,” Sal added with a grin. “But you still have to give Aldo credit for thinkin’ it up. Shit, I remember when we had four gangs participating and now, for Christ’s sake, we got fifty with four more likely next month. Aldo’s damn well made himself the leader of every fuckin’ gang in New York. There ain’t a single gang that don’t acknowledge that fact.”

  Angelo hammered the last nail in the crate and lit a cigarette.

  “You’re right, Sal. And it ain’t just the number of gangs that have grown. Fuckin’ hell, if your tally board there is any where near correct, we got close to a million dollars worth of loot stuffed in this little packing crate.”

  Rico nodded.

  “And that doesn’t count the jewels we got this time. Christ, how the hell could D’Magio’s gang think they could get away with stealin’ from a goddamn museum? Somebody said Queen fuckin’ Nefertiti wore the damn thing!”

  Sal laughed and his faced cracked with a sly grin.

  “Well, they actually did get away with it. What they didn’t get away with is thinking they didn’t have to include it in the monthly loot for Aldo.”

  He added, “And Christ, it only took choppin’ up two of their men for Aldo to demonstrate what happens when the little guys think they can hold back from the big man.”

  Baggo rolled his eyes and said what they all thought though usually no one was brave enough to say it out loud.

  “You know, we’ve been about as loyal as a group of Wops could be. Wonder when Aldo might think about shoving a little of this booty our way. Hell, we ain’t stolen so much as a fiver in two years of collecting the loot.”

  Sal grinned again, but there was no humor in his hard eyes.

  “You’d think we all like our braggioles and bollocks nestled up against our hairy asses rather than Aldo hand feedin’ em to his fuckin’ mutts.”

  The other three men nodded and each one gave a little hitch to his trousers, just to confirm why they wouldn’t think of stealing from Aldo. What was left unsaid was that even though they had worked together for more than two years, they didn’t trust each other; any one of them could be Aldo’s eyes and ears. It was a mindset, a culture that Aldo bred in the gang and it served him well. Not only were his men scared shitless of Aldo, they were all scared of each other.

  There was a rustling sound outside the door and the men looked up with mild interest.

  “It’s okay,” Baggo said. “It’s time Dante and the boys come help us load the boat.”

  “If they haven’t drank themselves to a stupor, that is. Just becuz we got that ring of off duty cops guardin’ the road, I don’t like it when Dante and the others get so bolloxed they forget we got priorities.”

  Rico guffawed with a disdainful shrug at the empty bottles against the wall.

  “Bolloxed, kinda like we do?”

  The words had barely left his mouth when his cigarette dropped from his hand and Rico hit the ground face first a ten inch blade sticking out of the back of his neck.

  “Bloody hell! What the fuck…”

  Sal shouted reaching for the gu
n in his pants. He got no further when a bullet hit him between the eyes and he crumpled to the ground.

  At that moment, five masked men strode though the doorway, leaving Baggo and Angelo standing wide eyed and shaking.

  The men were tall, well muscled, and all were carrying guns. They had hoods over their heads and all you could see were their eyes and mouths.

  The biggest one stepped toward Baggo and Angelo and, while they couldn’t see his grin, you could sure as hell hear it in his satisfied voice.

  “Well, well, lads, don’t tell me that fuckin’ Aldo is so confident that he’s only got you four shites handling all this swag? “

  The man next to him guffawed.

  “Don’t forget them bleedin’ arseholes we took down at the road. Sure ‘en I ain’t seen so many crooked coppers since we shagged that Wop wedding party.”

  “Well, now that they’re all knockin’ on St. Peter’s door askin for directions to hell, can’t assume they’re crooked no more. Along with those fuckin’ little clackers Aldo calls guards.”

  Two more gunshots brought Baggo and Angelo to the ground. Minutes later, stacks of dead men lined the warehouse walls, eighteen in total, counting the cops on Aldo’s payroll.

  Pawing through the crate, the tall masked man said with a grin, “Looks like Sal’s estimate was off. Even without the stolen museum necklace, this crate’s got over a million dollars of loot,”

  His cohort chortled, “This has gotta be the largest take by far in Aldo’s operation.

  Jesus, just think. Fifty one gangs contributed their hard earned cash to make that asshole rich.”

  “Yeah, but I can promise you one thing,” his tall friend guffawed, “tomorrow at the very least Aldo Marcello’s gonna have fifty-one very pissed off colleagues.