The Grandmaster's Legacy (HOT Historical Suspense, Box Set)

by Taylor Lee

  “I didn’t? Hmm, that must have been an oversight. I’m surprised I didn’t mention it.” She looked at him with a teasing grin and added, “It is quite nice—memorable.”

  Wyatt flushed and stepped toward her.

  Tom threw back his head and roared a huge belly laugh.

  “Goddamn, Wyatt,” he chortled. “You’ve got your hands full.”

  He wiped tears from his eyes, but couldn’t stop laughing.

  Wyatt hesitated, but the beginning of a grin crept over his face.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  He reached out and pulled Lei close to him and whispered, “It’s a good thing I bought that paddle for you. I can tell it’s been too long since I used it. You’ve missed having that bright red ass, haven’t you, baby?”

  She tossed her head and pulled away.

  “You wouldn’t dare!”

  His eyes twinkled and he grinned a salacious grin and whispered, “I’ve heard that before….Baby, you won’t be able to sit down for a week. And that’s a promise. You got that, honey?”

  ~~~

  That night, for the first time since Wyatt had been unfaithful, they went to their private room and made love. As compared to the past they were both tentative, uneasy. After several hesitant starts, Wyatt began to kiss different parts of her body, gently, lovingly; places he had missed so much he ached. When he had kissed her in more places than she knew she had, he slipped inside of her. They came together in a long, slow, stunningly intense climax that washed over them for what seemed like hours, glorious hours.

  ~~~

  Chapter 32

  The next morning, Lei looked over at Wyatt, as if deep in thought.

  “Wyatt?”

  “Yeah, baby.”

  “Tell me what you did with Sarah.”

  “Aw, honey, let’s not go there. Let’s try and move on.”

  “I am. Do I look angry?”

  She was draped across the arm of the chair in what could only be described as a lascivious position. She had swung one leg over the armrest. A small tuft of soft hair was visible from the crotch of her French silk ass-hugging underwear.

  Wyatt looked at her hard for a minute and then shook his head with a half smile.

  “Okay, I’ll step in your trap, little Black Widow. I did it once with her. That was it. Alono and I argued and I left. After that, let’s just say the party didn’t seem enticing. You might say my mood wasn’t good. I went up to my room. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

  “Mm hmm. But I want to know what you did to her.”

  “Christ, Lei.” A worried frown crossed his face, but then seeing that she wasn’t going to back down, he lit a cigarette and gazed at her. He was no longer smiling. If anything his eyes had the look of a dare.

  “Okay. You asked for it. I made her suck me off. I told her to get down on her knees and suck me off.”

  “What did you say to her?”

  “Lei, for Christ sakes!”

  When she nodded expectantly, Wyatt’s expression hardened. His eyes flashed. He seemed to struggle for nonchalance. She held his gaze, a slight smile curving her lips. She wanted him to know she wasn’t going to let go.

  His voice was tinged with annoyance bordering on anger. “Okay, honey. I’ll play your game. Even though I think it’s a dangerous one and I don’t know why you are doing this. What did I say? All right, damn it. I said ‘I want it hard, fast, and swallow every drop.’ I told her she had two minutes.”

  He glared at her. “Is that what you wanted to hear, Lei?”

  Lei tossed her head and held his gaze. “Did she do it?”

  “Yeah, she did. Oh, and while she did it, I smoked a cigarette.”

  At that point, Wyatt took a long drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke up in the air. “Then I went out and argued with Alono. That was the end of my big night at the “orgy,” as you call it. Are you satisfied?”

  He no longer hid his anger. He strode into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Several minutes later, he came out dressed in work pants and a plaid shirt. His face was tight, stern. The usual twinkle in his eyes was gone.

  Lei sat up a little straighter in the arm chair. She had a funny look on her face. If Wyatt didn’t know better, he would think she was teasing him. He ignored her. Sitting down on the couch he started to pull on his boots, preparing to leave.

  “Wyatt.”

  “Yeah, Lei.”

  “I was just talking to my man. He said, ‘Hard, fast, and swallow every drop – hell, a dog in heat can do that to himself in less than a minute.’.”

  “Huh?” Wyatt looked up startled and saw that she was smiling. For the first time, he began to see where he hoped Lei was going with this.

  “Hmm, I see. I wasn’t aware that you were going to relay private conversations to “your man.” Since you did, what else did he have to say?”

  “He said if he saw you with that cigarette in your mouth, and bored look on your face, he’d know you needed a real woman.”

  Wyatt stared at her, surprised. The beginning of a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back against the sofa, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag off of it. Then he smiled. Flicking a crumb of tobacco off his lips, he asked, “That’s it? That’s all he had to say?”

  Lei tossed her head. “Nope. He said, ‘It sounds like what that arrogant asshole needs is to be sucked off by a real woman…one trained by me.’….”

  A huge grin spread across Wyatt’s face.

  Before he could respond, Lei stood up.

  “Come here, cowboy. I’m going to show you how my man taught me to handle an arrogant asshole like you.”

  “You are, huh? Hmm, just exactly where you would like this cowboy?” Wyatt asked, grinning, his eyes twinkling, as he unfolded his long lean body from the sofa.

  “I think I want you to stand over against that wall. You’re going to need some support.”

  With a huge grin and a salacious look on his face, Wyatt sauntered over and leaned back against the wall. He took a long drag on his cigarette and looked at her through half closed eyes, daring her to continue.

  Lei stepped up to him and said, “Some rules. First, I’ll take that cigarette.”

  To his surprise she reached up and took the cigarette out of his hand. She took a drag off of it. She coughed a little but forced it down and smiled at him.

  “Holy shit, honey, that might be the sexiest thing you have ever done.”

  She smiled at him and put the lit cigarette in the ashtray on the table behind her.

  “That was the first rule. If anybody is going to smoke, it will be me. You are going to be too busy. There are other rules. My name is Lei.”

  “Yes, Mamn, I mean, Lei.”

  “Hard, fast and swallow every drop? Hmm. I’ll decide how fast and how hard AND if you will be lucky enough to get past my lips, much less to come in my mouth.”

  She went on with a soft sexy smile.

  “Hard, fast and swallow. Hmm. You really don’t ask for much. Hell, my man is right. A dog in heat can do that to himself. I thought you wanted to get fucked.”

  Wyatt was trying hard not to laugh out loud, but couldn’t control the grin on his face. Or the fact that his cock was getting so hard that it was about to break through his pants.

  Lei reached back and picked up the cigarette and took another drag. She managed not to choke this time and blew the smoke up in his face.

  “Okay, cowboy, take off your pants. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

  He grinned at her, his eyes dancing. “My pleasure. Lei.”

  He unbuttoned his pants and stepped out of them, his large erect cock jutted out in front of him. He leaned back against the wall, accenting his impressive arousal.

  “Anything else?”

  “Mm hmm. Yeah. Spread your legs wider. That’s the way; now push your hips up a little, a little more forward. Nice, damn nice. Can you make it bigger than that, harder? I bet you can.”

  Wyatt
groaned, his legs starting to tremble, “Jesus Christ, Lei. I’m going come right now all over myself.”

  “You better not. I’m just getting started. As I told you, I’ve been trained. By the best.

  “By the way,” she added, “do you have another cigarette? I think I like smoking while I am fucking you.”

  She reached up into his shirt pocket and took out his cigarettes. As she did, she pushed her hips up against his swollen cock and smiled when he closed his eyes and groaned.

  “Here, my arrogant cowboy, let’s unbutton your shirt too. My man says he bets if I suck on your nipples, bite them, that I can make your cock get harder, even bigger.”

  She unbuttoned his shirt and then moved from one nipple to the other sucking, nipping then biting hard. Wyatt’s face was tight with need and his raspy breaths came faster. She ran her hands over the hard muscles of his chest down across his rock hard belly then wound her fingers in the hair on his groin and tugged.

  He muttered, “Jesus, god, woman, you are making me crazy!”

  She dropped to her knees and took his cock in her hands and pinched the end of his cock squeezing out a drop of pearly liquid.

  Wyatt leaned back against the wall with a soft grunt.

  “Honey, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I’ve never been so goddamned turned on in my life!”

  Her voice was soft, teasing. “Baby, I’m just getting started.”

  She rubbed her hands up and down the length of him as he moaned in pleasure burying his hands in her hair. She wet her fingers with the cum forming on the end of his cock. Reaching for the sensitive ridge on the underside of his cock she rubbed just hard enough that Wyatt cried out and grabbed her hair and held on tighter.

  “Oh Christ, holy Christ. You’re going to have to be careful, honey.”

  She murmured, “Spread your legs, cowboy, and keep your hips forward. Yeah, like that. That’s good. I want to get at these.”

  With expert hands, the way that he had taught her, she reached up and began to stroke and massage his balls, rolling first one, then the other in her hands, with just the right amount of pressure. Arching one finger, she dragged the nail up and down the sensitive ridge between them.

  He gasped, his breath coming in hard pants. He murmured over and over, “Oh Christ, Lei. Holy Christ.”

  Catching him totally by surprise, she said, “Okay, now, cowboy. I want to see what you look like from another angle. Get down on your hands and knees.”

  “Jesus, Lei, there is no way. I can’t hold on any longer as it is!”

  “Sure you can. You make me wait to come for up to an hour while you drive me crazy. I told you I have been trained by the best. Now, you see what it’s like. Come on, cowboy. Down on your hands and knees.”

  Before he could protest further, she yanked him down. When he was kneeling reluctantly on his hands and knees on the floor she eased up behind him and spread his cheeks. She licked her fingers and then with smile that he couldn’t see, reached around and wet her fingers with the cum on the end of his cock. As he groaned and struggled to move against her, she began stroking him lightly then harder around the tight pucker of his ass.

  “Oh no. Oh no. This is not going to work, honey. God, baby, I’m telling you…this is too much.”

  “Really? If that is too much, how about this?”

  With one hand she held his cheeks apart and then started to lick around the tight pucker with her tongue darting in and out against the exquisitely sensitive, nerve-laden opening. As she did, she reached around with her other hand and rubbed harder and faster up and down the length of his cock that was now dripping with cum.

  He was groaning hard now. His body was shaking. His voice was harsh.

  ‘That’s, it honey. I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to come, baby. I can’t hold on any longer. Goddamn, I’m sorry. I’m as sorry as I can be, but I can’t hold on any longer! You’re driving me crazy!”

  She laughed a soft, taunting sound. Keeping a tight, hold on his throbbing cock she drenched her finger with saliva then drove it hard up in his ass, crooking it at an angle. His surprised roar confirmed she had found the mother lode. Gripping his cock firmly in one small hand she inserted another finger up in his hole, joining the first at an erotic angle, stroking the hard nub of his prostate.

  Wyatt hissed, groaning with pleasure, his breath coming in hash animal grunts. He moaned, “I can’t, I can’t hold back, Lei. Fuck, Princess, you… you…God, baby, I gotta come…”

  Before he could finish spitting out his anguished words, she abruptly stopped what she was doing. Placing both hands firmly on his hips she held him away from her.

  Her voice was soft but commanding. “No, no. no. Oh no you don’t. Not until I get you in my mouth. I have my orders. Remember? Hard, fast, and swallow every drop. Wasn’t that what you ordered?”

  She smacked him hard on one ass cheek and then the other. A salacious grin spread over her face when she heard his breath hitch. “Come on. Stand up, cowboy. I can’t suck that big cock of yours deep in my mouth from this angle.”

  She rocked back on her heels a taunting grin tugging at her lips. She motioned to him to stand in front of her. He groaned. His legs were shaking so hard he struggled to stand. With an effort, he got to his feet and leaned back against the wall. His eyes were closed; his face was tight, flushed with desire and shiny with sweat. His cock was throbbing so hard it jerked when she kneeled up and took him in her mouth.

  He howled. Grabbing her head, he fiercely buried his fingers in her hair—as much to hold himself up as to pull her closer.

  She leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth. When he cried out, she started sucking, moving him in and out, squeezing his cock firmly between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Each time she did, she sucked him in a little deeper, her hands moving up and down the length of his staff. When he was groaning and panting steadily and his cries were louder and more fierce, she inserted one, then two saliva coated fingers up in his ass.

  With a huge roar, unable to hold back any longer, Wyatt began to drive into her. As he did, she arched her head back opening her throat to him. With a harsh groan, he drove the length of him up hard against the back of her throat. He began to thrust rhythmically, crying out as he thrust deeper and deeper. His groans and grunts were like an animal’s, primal, fierce. He didn’t try to contain them. As he drove deeper, harder, she continued to suck him hard, in and out, matching his thrusts.

  With a violent cry he grabbed her head in both hands and thrust again. A fearsome savage roar shook the room as he exploded and filled her mouth with a shower of cum. She swallowed as the muscles of his body took over, squirting into her mouth again and again. She kept sucking and swallowing—greedily licking every drop from him. She didn’t release him until long after he stopped spurting in her mouth. Only then did he let go of her head with a deep groaning sigh.

  Minutes later he sank to the floor, leaning against the wall, his knees bent, spread wide. His eyes were closed, his head back, sweat poured off his body. He continued to pant, moan and gave an occasional involuntary shudder. After several minutes, he opened his eyes.

  Lei sat on the floor across from him cross-legged, leaning back against the base of the chair. She tossed her head and took a drag off the cigarette she was holding. Her voice was husky. “How about it, cowboy? Was I better than she was?”

  Wyatt closed his eyes and pressed them tight to hold back the tears stinging his eyelids. When he looked at her his eyes were dark and intense.

  “Lei, as God is my witness, I promise I will never…”

  She leaned over and put her fingers on his lips.

  “I know, honey, I know. You don’t have to say it.”

  He sat for several minutes, gazing at the floor, trying to absorb what had happened. Then the realization hit him and he understood.

  She saw his understanding and said with a slight smile, “I needed to do that or I don’t know if I could ever have sucked you of
f again without thinking about her.”

  She grinned. “Now, I have a different memory and I like it a lot.”

  ~~~

  He sat for several minutes, a range of emotions playing across his face. His face was rigid, flushed; his eyes flashing. A hard grimace strained his features. He took a deep breath.

  “I don’t know if I am as courageous as you, Lei, but here goes.

  “Show me what you did with Alono.”

  “You mean when I showed him my breasts?”

  Wyatt’s face tightened more. He nodded.

  “Do you want me to show you what I did?”

  He nodded again, his expression grim.

  She smiled and said, “I guess I will have to put on my blouse if you want to get the whole effect.”

  She stood and reached for her blouse. She slipped it on then sat down across from him. Looking at his hard angry face, she held his gaze and then slowly, seductively, began to unbutton her blouse. When it was open, she reached down and pulled the top of her camisole down and released her breasts.

  His face flushed. Bright blotches of crimson stained his cheeks. He stared at her beautiful breasts, her soft pink nipples. The top of her camisole was a shelf holding her breasts high, accenting the fullness, the firmness of the golden globes.

  Wyatt stared at her. His face was hard, his voice, husky, agonized. “Did he touch you?”