by Taylor Lee
He trapped her head between both hands. His breath was sharp, ragged. He started to thrust, drive into her mouth like he had last night when he came in her pussy. But then with a strangled cry he pulled back, his voice harsh with need.
“Non, non, petite amie, this is too much. I am too much for you! Too large! Let me finish it myself.”
She understood what he was doing but with all her strength pushed his hands away.
“No, Bai, no. I want you. I want you to come in my mouth. I want you to fuck me in my mouth.”
He groaned when she dug her fingers into his ass cheeks and pulled him back in her mouth—once again sucking and releasing rhythmically. Impulsively, she reached up and took his balls in her hands and began to knead them pulling him closer to her so that she had full access.
He choked and hissed, a sharp sound. He buried his hands in her hair pulling her roughly up against him. His groans became fierce grunts. He thrust hard and deep in her mouth to the back of her throat. She held on tight and kept breathing like he told her to and didn’t let go. His thrusts got harder, fiercer, faster. With a harsh guttural cry that came from deep in his soul he exploded, pumping hot cum down her throat. Over and over he cried out her name as he spurted in her willing mouth. Elena took him in and swallowed again and again.
She saw his face, heard his voice. His body trembled like a strong tree in the wind. As she drank him in she knew that in all her life she had never felt more powerful.
~~~
“Are you okay, Bai?”
He had sunk to the floor, leaning against the wall, holding her tight up against him. His body was wet with sweat. His eyes closed tight. Even after several long moments, he shook with an occasional involuntary shudder. He took a deep, raspy breath, but a smile tugged at his mouth and he quirked an eyebrow at her question.
“Yes, cherie. I am ‘okay.’ I may not be able to walk for several weeks, at least unaided, and perhaps in a month I’ll be able to ride my horse again. Other than that, I am okay.”
He leaned down and ran his fingers over her swollen lips. Ducking down he sucked on them.
“Oh, Christ, you taste good; hell, I taste good.”
He sucked on her lips and stroked her back and face, planting kisses everywhere he touched.
“Elena.”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
She nodded and smiled.
~~
Chapter 30
Minutes later, she heard his soft snores and saw he had fallen into an exhausted sleep. She eased him down to the floor, pulled off his boots, then slipped his trousers down his legs and off of him. She went into the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth. She washed the sweat off his face and neck, his chest, and his groin and thighs. She washed his cock and balls and nuzzled her cheek against them, smiling when he moaned in his sleep. He didn’t wake when she carefully slid a cushion from the chair under his head. She took the quilt off the bottom of the bed and put it over him, then replaced the cushion under his head with a pillow from the bed. She sat down beside him, leaned back against the base of the sofa, and tucked her feet under the quilt, loving the feel of his naked thighs against her feet.
She looked at his beautiful face lined with fatigue and ached for him. God, she wished she could help him, let him know how much she loved him. Between last night and tonight, she had seen him more deeply than she was sure anyone else had. He was all the things she had known he was: arrogant, possessive, powerful, strong, but she had learned that he also was vulnerable.
She sat watching him sleep and decided this was a good time to practice her language skills. Even now, he had a slight erection and she saw she was going to need her new, more versatile words. Careful not to wake him, she eased out from under his legs. Reaching in the liquor cabinet she poured herself a small glass of bourbon and wondered for a moment if she should take up smoking. She knew women were doing that now and thought it might make her look older, less like a girl. She sat back down on the floor, tucking her feet under his thighs.
~~~
When he woke, he smiled realizing she had undressed and covered him. He lay quietly watching her. Her face was tight with concentration, focused on a handwritten sheet of paper murmuring in what sounded like French. To his surprise, he realized that all the words she was saying were variations of French words for penis.
He rose up on one elbow. “Is it too much to ask what you are doing?”
“Practicing my French.”
“Mm hmm.”
“How do you say ‘I love your blank’?’ I have learned all the nouns, I just need to get the verbs and sentence structure down.”
“I see. Given that I can’t help but overhear the ‘nouns’ you are practicing, I must say your vocabulary seems a trifle limited. Most people start with additional body parts—for example, legs, arms, hands, feet, etc. Less interesting, to be sure -- but more useful in everyday conversation.”
“But Bai, most people learning French haven’t seen and held in their hands what I did tonight. Besides, I don’t want to learn to speak French. I just want to impress you with my sophisticated knowledge of your… entassament,” she said with a quick glance at her notes. “Although I guess these describe anyone’s, not just yours. Hmm, I’ll need to learn some adjectives, so that I can pay proper tribute to yours.”
He chortled in disbelief.
She glanced surreptitiously at her notes again and said, ‘J’aime ta bite’. Is that right?”
He shook his head incredulously, but couldn’t squelch the laughter bubbling up in his throat. “Elena, may I be as bold as to ask who taught you these words?”
“Francine.”
“What? Jesus God, Elena!”
“I know. She was shocked, too. I had to threaten to fire her if she refused to teach me how to pronounce the words. Oh, don’t look like that. I wouldn’t really have fired her.
“Can you believe it, Bai? She was crying. She said she had never said these words in her life. Isn’t that silly? To have all these good words at your disposal and never use them. What a waste.”
She moved up to the sofa and stretched out with her pen and paper in hand, tapping her teeth with the end of the pen.
“Now I need a few more verbs. How do you say, “I want to suck your –ooh, here is a good one—robinet?”
“I have a better idea,” he said sitting up and moving toward her. “I will teach you something in English and let’s see how fast you can respond.”
He reached up and grabbed for her. “Get your saucy little mouth over here, before I spank your ass so hard you won’t sit down for a week.”
Seeing the sparkle in her eyes as she darted out of his reach, he said, “Better yet, I’m going to send you to your chambers, like the naughty child you are.”
She backed up and tossed her head. “Nope, I won’t go.”
“Why not?” He stood up, closing in on her.
“Because I don’t have a fireplace -- and because you are not there.”
He grabbed her. She shrieked in surprise when he threw her over his shoulder and walked toward the door.
“Oui, my wicked little fillette. I think I will carry you over there now and lock you in your chambers for the rest of the night.”
She pounded on his back. “Don’t you dare! I will scream so loud the servants will be there in minutes.”
“Not if I tie you up and gag you.”
“I will tell my father and Grandfather Wan what you did.”
He dropped her back down on the quilt in front of the fireplace and lay down beside her. He took her chin in his hand and turned her face to his.
“Too bad, cherie. I already have permission from Wyatt to blindfold and gag you.”
She sat up and glared at him.
“You do not! Actually, I take that back. I saw the two of you sharing your dirty little grins when you said you would spank me. I still can’t believe you said that in front of everyone – for God’s sake, Bai. My fat
her, my grandfather, and Nianzu? I’ve never been as humiliated. Then you and my father have the audacity to agree that spankings between adults serve a number of ‘purposes.’ God! You probably do share the same proclivities.”
He sat up across from her leaning against the base of the sofa. He reached behind him for one of his cigars. He lit it and blew the smoke up in the air and grinned.
“Proclivities? That’s an interesting way of saying binding, blindfolding, gagging, and spanking. But, hell, if that is what your father is into, it would seem we share more than an appetite for killing people.”
She raised her chin archly.
“Just so you know, I might be willing to do the blindfolding and tying up thing as long as I can do it to you. But, gagging, no. And spanking, absolutely not! That you may never do again!”
“Ah, that is too bad, cherie. Because now that I know what that beautiful ass of yours looks like when it is a fiery pink, I am going to spank you regularly – regularly and often. And since you probably will be screaming a lot, I will need to have a supply of gags handy.”
“Hmm, Bai, I may have to bribe you not to do the things I don’t want you to.
Are there body parts other than your chien you would like me to play with?”
“You cheeky little wench!”
He put his cigar in the ashtray, grabbed her and flipped her over on her stomach. He lay by her pulling her up next to his chest. “Let me ask you that, ma petite fille.” He ran his hands down her back and said in a hoarse voice, “Tell me, Elena, are there places on your body that you would like me to fuck?”
She gasped and tried to twist away from him.
He held her down and slipped his hand up under her nightgown between her legs.
“Let’s see, I’ve fucked your pussy and, tonight without intending too, I fucked your mouth.”
He nuzzled his lips closer to her neck and cupped her ass, then ran his thumb down the crack ending at the sensitive place where her thigh met her ass cheek. He pinched the tender skin and smiled when she squirmed under him. He whispered in her ear, his voice raspy with heat.
“How about it, cherie? Anywhere else interest you? Just so you know, there isn’t a part of you that I’m not going to claim. When I want it, how I want it. And, ma petite -- more than likely, I will want it rough. Remember, mon amour, you said that I shouldn’t hide or hold back my passions, my ‘proclivities.’ You gave me permission, cherie. You can not renege now.”
He lifted her hair off the nape of her neck and licked the sensitive place below her ear, then blew on the wet spot. He laughed when she shrieked and tried to squirm away from his tickling kisses.
She lay with her cheek against the floor, her eyes closed as he nuzzled her. She twisted and looked up at him over her shoulder. “I love you, Bai.”
He shook his head. “No, you don’t.”
She sat up and turned to face him.
“Yep, I do. And do you know what? You love me.”
He sat up and moved back against the sofa. His face darkened and became serious.
“No, I don’t, Elena. I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t trust you.”
Her face flushed and her eyes filled with tears. “That’s not true.”
“What’s not true, Elena? That you specifically disobeyed your grandfather and could have been killed? Or that you flagrantly disobeyed me and once more you could have been killed?”
“Oh, that, “she said dismissively. “You aren’t talking about trust, you are talking about controlling me. I might have known we’re back to the tying up bit.”
He laughed and shook his head, but his face quickly became serious again.
“Come over by me, Bai.”
“No, Elena.”
“Come, sit here in this chair by the fire. Let me take care of you.”
“Hmm, you want to suck me off again, already, Elena?”
“No, I want to rub your feet.”
He hesitated and then got up and moved to the chair. She poured him a glass of bourbon and handed him a cigar. He watched her with a wry grin when she went into the bathroom, and came back with several hot towels that she wrapped around his feet.
“You are so busy dismissing me as a frivolous child, you forget, Bai, that I am a healer.”
She unwrapped one of his feet and looked down, but not before he saw the tears in her eyes. He knew he had hurt her when he said he didn’t trust her.
He puffed on his cigar and took a sip of bourbon and said with a soft smile, “Just because I sometimes think you are a frivolous child doesn’t mean I am dismissing you, Elena.”
She took a deep breath and her eyes flashed.
“Let me have your foot. It’s best if you lean back and try to relax.”
Many minutes and grateful moans and groans of pleasure later, Bai said, “Mon dieu, ma petite fille! Your hands are like magic and so strong. My God, Elena, you have a gift, you are a healer. I am feeling this everywhere in my body not just my feet. Promise you will do this to me at least twenty-three hours a day?”
She smiled. “Sorry, but I have other powerful, strong, exhausted men who require my services -- such as my father and grandfather. Plus, my grandfather buys me beautiful trinkets, hair combs, earbobs, dresses. All you do is insult me.”
“Ah, cherie, I fear I have hurt your feelings.”
“Mostly you annoy me,” she said with a toss of her head, her lips firmly pressed together. She was quiet for several minutes and then said in an offhand voice, “Bai, do you sleep with whores?”
He whistled. “That is one way to turn the tables, cherie.”
“It is a simple question.”
“No, I do not sleep with them.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Are you asking if I fuck whores?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, I do, on a regular basis.”
“Hmm, not any more.”
“I see. You mean not on a regular basis?”
“Nope, not ever!”
“Hah! Elena, French men always have whores.”
“Not this one,” she said pointing to him. “Not any more.”
He quirked an eyebrow and grinned at her obvious intent to confront him, challenge him.
She looked up at him with an impudent smile.
“Bai, do French women take lovers when their men have whores?”
He jumped out of the chair and roughly pushed her down to the floor. He held her face close to his. His smile was grim. It didn’t reach his eyes.
“Elena, I will kill any man who as much as touches you. Understand, Elena? Now you belong to me. Your body-- all of you -- is mine. No one will ever touch you, but me. You’re mine; whenever, however I want you. You are mine.”
She pushed him away with a taunting smile.
“See I told you. You love me, Bai.”
He took her hands in his and pinned them to the floor above her head, the weight of his body pressing her down.
He sneered, “No, I just intend to possess you, play with you, like a new toy. Break you like a fresh mare, or a new saddle.”
She twisted under him and said pertly, “Interesting that you compare me to something that you can ride.”
He threw back his head and roared with laughter. He held her against the floor for a moment and then whispered in her ear, “I need to look at your pussy—excuse me, your chatte.”
“Why?”
“I want to see if you are healed, among other reasons.”
She turned her head, and closed her eyes, refusing to look at him.
“And I need to put this in you,” he said, pulling one of the herbal suppositories from his shirt pocket. “Unless you want me to call Madam Chan to come and be ‘intimate’ with you.”
When she kept her head turned and didn’t respond, he knelt up in front of her, a soft smile creasing his lips. Putting his strong hands between her knees, he gently spread them apart. He bent them up placing
her heels next to her bottom. He pulled her nightgown up over her hips and moved in between her naked thighs. With his expert fingers, he separated her pussy lips, revealing the moist inner folds, exposing her to his hungry gaze. He leaned down and licked her slit from top to bottom then took her clit in his mouth and sucked -- hard. As a massive shudder shook her body, she unsuccessfully tried to stifle a passionate groan.
He murmured, “Ah, oui. So pretty, so pink, and mm hmm, so wet. But still sore and swollen. By tomorrow, yes, cherie? And it is good to know, fillete, that even when you are ‘annoyed’ with me you cannot help but respond to my fingers, my words.”
She didn’t answer, but couldn’t suppress a soft moan. He inserted the medicine, pinched her labia together and held them closed for several minutes. He murmured sweet words in her ear, licking and nipping around her ears and neck. She twisted away but he held her close. He leaned down and kissed each eyelid knowing that tears lurked below.
“Elena, I will do my best to trust you. It is not something I do well. You will need to be patient with me, not try me.”
She nodded but didn’t open her eyes. Rather, she moved up against him wanting him closer.
