The Frenchman's Revenge

by Taylor Lee

  Bai reveled in her wild side. He showed her that she was as wild as he was and never hesitated to open new doors. After the Marcello killing, he had tied her to his desk and teased her for hours. He tormented her nipples and clitoris with ice then demonstrated the pain and pleasure of nipple and clitoral clamps driving her to one ecstatic release after another. Remembering his passion, his astonishing demands, she shivered in anticipation. She hesitated then pressed her aroused body next to his.

  “Bai, don’t…don’t worry about me, don’t hold back. I can feel the tension here and here and here. I… I want you to make love to me…any way you want.”

  “Ah yes, cherie. You know me well. And yes, I am tight with tension, with pain over Quitin’s death. And you are right. There is nothing like driving my cock into your soul when I feel like this. But non, non, not tonight, mon amour.

  “Tonight I want to savor you, reach every inch of you. I want to treasure you, inhale you, and let your soft body cushion me, cradle me. That’s what I need, Elena.”

  He added with a wicked smile, “At least for a portion of the evening…”

  He laid her back on the bed and loosened the ties to her robe, then slid her gown up over her calves, her thighs, up over her nipples and finally over her head. He smiled at the goose bumps on her arms and legs and dipped one finger in the cream running down her thigh and licked it, savoring the rich spicy taste.

  “God, bebe, you taste and smell so sweet.”

  He stood by the bed and slipped off his shirt, his shoes and stockings, then in a quick move took off his pants and stood before her naked. His cock stood up hard and thick. The dark purpled head was engorged and made all the more remarkable by the twinkling topaz eyes on the gold wolf’s head piercing the weeping glans.

  Elena gasped and flushed bright red at the sight. Bai smiled when she licked her lips. Christ, he wasn’t surprised. The cock piercing made his impressive prick positively stunning if her reaction was the judge. Her body visibly shivered. She scrunched her legs together and clenched her fists at her sides.

  He opened the drawer on the bedside table and took out a shiny object. The mattress shifted under his weight. He straddled her, one strong thigh on either side of her waist, his ass resting on her groin.

  “Elena, do you remember when I brought you to a climax that lasted three times as long as you ever had?”

  She blushed. “Oh God, yes, Bai. How could I forget? It…It was a miracle.”

  “I’m glad you feel that way, petite ami, because I am in a miraculous mood tonight. Tonight you will come for me in a way you never have; the past will be but a teaser.”

  “God, Bai, do you…do you really think I can do that? Stretch it out like that? I almost went crazy last time.”

  He grinned.

  “Ah bebe, I don’t think so, I know so. I know you study the Kama Sutra, don’t you, petite fille? I think I have seen fingerprints on the ‘exercises’ geared to prolonging orgasm. They intrigue you, yes, cherie?”

  Elena’s face was bight red and Bai knew it was more than embarrassment. He could smell her musk and feel her cream on his ass. She was flushed with desire, lust.

  “But…Bai, the book says it takes…practice, time to learn how to do it.”

  “Then mon amour, we best begin now, oui?”

  He twirled the shiny object in his hand, revealing the gold link chain he gave her to attach to her bosom rings. His cock swelled at the thought of the chain on her nipples. He thought with a grin who says we can’t improve on the Kama Sutra.

  “Tell me, cherie. If I hook one end of this chain to this nipple like this and the other end on this nipple and tug on it like this …”

  She cried out when both nipples simultaneously hardened to tight cherry red peaks.

  “Ah, I think you have answered my question,” he said, as he teased the chain pulling her nipples out long and hard, then letting them fall back again and again in rhythm with her shuddering moans.

  “Now, petite amour, what if I unhook this end of the chain and run it through the ring on the end of my cock. Yes, like that! Then when I refasten the chain to your other nipple -- ah yes, now my cock is inches away from your mouth. Do you think you can get the end of my big prick in your mouth?”

  Elena lifted her head and grabbed the end of his cock, running her tongue eagerly around the head, then probed the insertion points of the ring and sucked hard on the wolf’s head.

  A rush of cum flooded from his cock and Bai jerked in surprise. His balls drew up tight against his ass and he had to clamp down to hold back his release.

  “Fuck yes, Elena! God, bebe, like that. Damn, Elena, suck on it like that and keep working your tongue around the ring. Christ, if that wolf was alive, he’d be howling like a banshee.”

  His groans turned to low growls and he rose up over her to thrust more of his cock in her mouth. When he did the chain tightened and she cried out burying her fingernails in his buttocks.

  “Yes, Elena, yes. Do you see the magic of the chain? The more you suck on me, the harder you tug on your nipples. Jesus, what an ingenious device, oui, amour?”

  He buried his tongue in her ear and growled a low sexy chuckle.

  “Just think, cherie, this is only the beginning of the longest orgasm you have had.”

  She groaned, then cried out as another strong tremor shook her body, her shrieks blending with his laughter--a foreshadowing of the night ahead.

  Hours later, long after they screamed out their passion and he licked every inch of her body clean, they lay together bonded in as deep a passion as they had ever shared. Bai nuzzled against her ear, remembering with pride the erotic, inspired positions they achieved.

  “Hmm, cherie, I think we did the Kama Sutra proud, if not one better, oui?”

  Elena giggled.

  “God, Bai, you could write the book.”

  ~~~

  Bai laughed, but within minutes Elena heard his soft snores. She was not surprised. She knew he was exhausted. She too was tired, but too excited to sleep. She cuddled against him and stroked his face, his neck. He stirred then raised a sleepy eye and grinned at her.

  “Damn, Elena, don’t tell me you want more? Christ, cherie, we just put one in the history books, you can’t tell me you still need more.”

  She laughed. “No, Bai. I am wonderfully fulfilled, gloriously so. I…I am just happy, excited. And I have been thinking…”

  “Hmm, I guess I best wake up. Something tells me I need to have my wits about me.”

  Elena laughed again and her eyes were shining.

  “I have a question, Bai.”

  “You know the answer, cherie. I love you more than anything in the world and I always will.”

  “No, that isn’t my question. And you are right. I do know that. No, I have a different question.”

  “Ask away, ma jolie, ma petite fille.”

  “Do you plan to spank our children?”

  “No, I don’t spank children. I told you that long ago. I don’t spank children and I don‘t hit women. But I do spank a naughty girl like you who has a beautiful ass begging to be spanked. No, I won’t be spanking any children. You’ll always give me plenty of reason to be spanked.”

  When she laughed, he looked up at her with a slight frown. He rolled over and pulled her next to him.

  “Wait a minute, Elena. Is there something more about that question that I should know? A deeper meaning? ”

  She propped herself up on her elbow and looked up at him. Her eyes were dancing, teasing.

  “I’m just curious. What if you had two children wanting your attention, acting as naughty, as disobedient as their mother?”

  He frowned, fully awake now and pushed himself up on one arm. He pulled away from her, his face was stern.

  “Elena, what are you saying?”

  “I’m pregnant, Bai.”

  “You…you’re pregnant?”

  He sat up straight in bed, his face white with shock

  He lifted
her up and propped her up against the pillows. His face was tight, deep furrows lined his usually smooth face. He pulled the sheet down to her thighs and looked at her flat stomach, her slender waist. Lifting an eyebrow he shook his head in disbelief.

  With a soft smile she took hold of his hands and put them over the tiny swell below her navel.

  “I’ve missed two courses, Bai. I know I am pregnant.”

  “Mon dieu. Jesus, Elena. I…I …don’t know what to say. What to think…Damn, Elena!”

  She smiled and stroked his cheek.

  “Think about what we have created, Bai. What we did together. I hope, I know you will be as thrilled as I am…You will be. Won’t you?”

  “Mon dieu, Elena. Of course, I will be thrilled. Doux Jesus, I…I’m just surprised… overcome.”

  “Bai?

  “Yes, Elena.”

  “There is one more thing I need to tell you.

  “Jesus, Elena, What for God’s sake?”

  “Lei says, a mother always knows.”

  “Knows what, Elena?”

  She kissed him and smiled her eyes filled with tears of joy.

  “Twins.”

  He choked a deep gulping breath.

  “Twins, Elena?”

  “Yes, Bai. Twins.”

  ~~

  Epilogue

  Seven months later…

  Bai paced from one end of their chamber to the other. He was relieved that at least for the moment Elena seemed to be dozing. Mon dieu, he couldn’t believe what was happening. This was far worse than he imagined. None of the hundreds of articles he had read, doctors he consulted, midwives he interviewed, and parents he met—none of them prepared him for the horror of the birthing process.

  He looked anxiously at Elena’s lovely face. Her lips were swollen from biting them, holding back moans. A sheen of sweat glistened on her face and the sips of water he gave her didn’t seem to relieve her parched throat. She was so brave; she never once cried out or screamed. He was prepared for that. He read an article specifically about how to calm a hysterical woman. Elena scoffed at the author’s premise, but Bai was confident she would appreciate his knowledge when they got to the screaming part. He also knew how to help with the breathing process, or at least he thought he did. He hadn’t found the definitive article he had been searching for, but the ones he had read would have to do. As the time neared, he began to have some doubts about the efficacy of his research.

  As he lit his seventh cigarette, lighting it from the embers of the previous smoke, Bai admitted to admit to a number of doubts—serious ones. Seven months ago when Elena gave him the news that she was pregnant, he made a pronouncement. He had always been a possessive son of a bitch, but the horror he felt knowing that Elena was pregnant the night of the Governor’s Ball threw him into a frenzy. If he was possessive before, he was insufferable now.

  Much to the amazement and amusement of the family and virtually everyone else, he declared that no one would touch Elena except him. He proclaimed that he and Elena would deliver their babies. He needed to be in charge. He refused to turn her over to Dr. Oleong or his intern group, particularly since he would never let another man touch her. When Elena demurred mildly suggesting they engage female midwives, he was equally fierce.

  He insisted that this was something Elena could teach him. After all he declared, Wyatt delivered all five of his children under the direst of circumstances. He ignored Wyatt’s wry observation that he had delivered more than a hundred babies and twice that many foals. He added that his first delivery was on an Indian reservation when he was sixteen years old, younger than Nickolas Deshi.

  Elena humored him and gave him a thorough anatomy lesson on the intricacies of the female body. She included a systematic review of the stages of labor and the corresponding changes in the birth canal. He spent months pouring over obstetrical journals reading everything he could lay his hands on regarding the latest birthing techniques. Every supply and instrument they could possibly need was bivouacked in their chambers from the time that Elena was five months pregnant. He ignored the titters of the servants and raised eyebrows of Wan, Wyatt and Lei. Even Elena questioned whether they needed twenty sheets, four stacks of towels, and twelve additional pillows. He ignored their humorous jibes, knowing that it was better to be prepared. Up until Elena went in labor, he was confident of his abilities.

  Now four hours in, he knew he had met his match, his Waterloo. The man who led an international force of warriors and was feared worldwide had to admit at least to himself that he was terrified.

  Looking at the overflowing ashtray on the cabinet, he thought, Christ, at this rate he would go through his entire supply of Turkish cigarettes before the night was over. As much as he knew he should forego brandy, there was no question he needed it. Jesus, this was much worse than he expected. He needed a breath of air.

  “Elena, cherie, I need to refill your water jug. Will you be okay for a few minutes?”

  Elena smiled at him and gave him a reassuring kiss.

  “I’m fine, Bai. I won’t have another contraction for three or four minutes.”

  Bai groaned. Three to four minutes? Damn, then she would be in that awful pain again? Steeling himself, he stepped outside the door and gulped a large breath of fresh air.

  To his relief, he saw Wyatt lounging in an arm chair outside the door. Wyatt’s feet were up on the ottoman and he’d pulled his Stetson down over his eyes, covering most of his face. Bai realized with a start that he was dozing.

  “Excusez-moi. Sure as hell sorry to wake you, Wyatt.”

  He added sarcastically, “It’s not as though we have anything important happening.”

  Wyatt pushed his hat back on his head and looked up at Bai with a lazy grin. In an exaggerated gesture, he pulled out his pocket watch and squinted at the clock face.

  “Hell, Bai, I doubt I’ll see my grandchildren for at least another twelve hours. May as well grab some sleep now.”

  Bai gasped.

  “Twelve hours? Mon Deux, that’s not possible! Jesus Christ, Wyatt. She can’t handle this for twelve more hours. There’s no way. Elena is the strongest woman I know, but there is no way she can do this for twelve more hours. ”

  “Hmm. I dunno, Bai, she is having twins. I guess, to be safe, a better estimate is fourteen hours. But to be fair, twins are gonna double the agony, so it’s probably gonna seem longer.”

  With that, Wyatt pulled his hat brim down and settled back in the chair.

  Bai stood beside him staring at him mumbling under his breath.

  “Doux Jésus, douze heures? Quatorze heures? Non, non. C'est impossible!”

  He took a deep breath and kicked Wyatt’s foot--hard.

  “I wonder, Wyatt, if perhaps it would give Elena comfort if she saw you. You seem most relaxed. It might be useful, oui?”

  Wyatt looked up from under his hat with a questioning frown.

  “You asking me to come in there, Bai? Hmm, I understood this was a solo mission.”

  Bai considered for a moment if it was shortsighted to strangle Wyatt, but made the executive decision that murder was not the best choice at the moment.

  Instead, he swallowed his pride and said with a sheepish grin, “Oui, I need you, Wyatt.”

  Wyatt tipped his hat back and uncoiled himself from the chair, a big grin splitting his face.

  “Oh, hell, Bai. Did you really think I’d leave you alone in there? I thought it would take you about another hour before you caved. Damn, it didn’t even take you that long. Not to worry. The midwives Elena hired are waiting in the infirmary. We just need to give them the signal and they’ll join us.”

  He put his arm around Bai’s shoulders and headed to the door. He stopped and went back to his chair. Reaching down by the side he pulled out two bottles of Bai’s best brandy.

  “Don’t want to forget the most important supplies, right? C’mon, Bai. Let’s go birth us some babies.”

  ~~~

  Wyatt walked over to
Elena’s bed and leaned down and kissed her. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him.

  “Hello, Father. I wondered when you were going to join us. You’re here a little sooner than I thought…”

  “Hi baby. How’s my darlin’? Yeah, Bai decided it might be a good idea to call in the reserves. He hasn’t thrown up on you yet, has he, honey?”

  “Not yet, Father. Although it was a close call when my water broke.”

  Bai tried not to act affronted, but it was hard not to show his annoyance.

  “If you two have finished amusing yourselves at my expense, perhaps we can get on with the birth of my children.”

  “Uh, oh. I think your husband is pissed, darlin.’ Hell, Bai, it isn’t as though you didn’t ask for it. But, I tell you what. We’ll keep this among the three of us.”

  Wyatt went to the cabinet and took down two glasses.

  “Here you go, Bai. If I’ve ever seen you need a drink, it’s now. Let’s put together a little work plan. Madam Huang and Madam Wu will be here shortly. We’ll let the ladies do the heavy lifting, okay, Bai? My job will be oversight. I’ll make sure that everything is on track and spot any potential problems. Bai, your job is to grab hold of that infamous control of yours and become the Frenchman birth partner extraordinaire. That means you need to guzzle that glass of brandy. Then come and sit by your beautiful young wife and tell her in every way you know that she is doing great. Got it?”

  Bai relaxed for the first time in hours, but he couldn’t shake his regret or his concern.

  “Damn, Elena, I’m sorry. I never knew this process would be so…so physical. Are you all right, cherie? Christ, if there was any way I could take over this pain for you…”

  “But you can’t, Bai. Just don’t leave me. If I get scared, hold me, promise?”