by Taylor Lee
“I see.”
“Jesus Christ, Elena,” he groaned, his thighs trembling with need.
“And that, my darling, is …?”
“An entreaty, vous taquiner peu malicieux, you naughty little tease.”
“Hmm. Who says I am teasing, Warrior Man?” She sat back on her haunches and looked up at him with an impudent grin. Squeezing just below the engorged head of his penis, she ran the tip of her finger over the slit, coating it with cum, and then sucked noisily on her finger.
His eyes flashed dangerously. He twisted her hair in one hand and tipped her head back. With his other hand he grabbed his cock and pushed it up against her mouth.
“And this, god damnit, is an order. Open your mouth. Wide. Suck me. Hard!”
“It sounds more like begging to me, but if it makes you feel better to call it an order…” She grinned up at him, her eyes dancing as she stuck out her teasing tongue and licked around the head of his cock.
Bai’s face tightened with lust, his thighs strained. With a groan, he pressed the end of his cock hard against her mouth.
“I don’t give a fuck what we call it. Suck it! NOW!”
With a saucy grin, Elena said, “My pleasure.”
She opened her mouth and in one splendid slide took him in all the way to the back of her throat. Bai groaned a low primitive growl. He moved up against her his fingers wound tight in her hair holding her head back with one hand, her chin up with the other, his breath coming in hard raspy pants. Elena let her mouth fill with saliva, then began moving up and down the length of him sucking, then releasing then sucking him in deeper, harder.
Bai felt her mouth fill with moisture and hissed when she hummed against his cock, the vibration setting off a surging need deep in his groin. His balls drew up tight against his ass. He knew he was about to come, but wanted to revel for another moment in the pull of her cheeks, the rasp of her tongue against his engorged prick.
Looking down at her beautiful face with her swollen pouty lips wrapped around his prick, he was overcome with lust. Goddamn, he loved this and he loved her. He could still remember the first time she had taken his cock in her mouth. It was like nothing he had ever felt. She had been a virgin, every part of her untouched, his for the asking, for the taking. The only thing that had been more glorious than taking her was her response. He had never known a more sensuous woman, a woman whose body was more made for sex than Elena’s. No matter what he did to her, she loved it and wanted more—harder, deeper, more! And he showed her, taught her what he liked, what drove him crazy. But somehow, some way, she always managed to up the ante. Just when he thought he couldn’t go any higher, she moved in a different way or moaned or whimpered as he was about to come and he would explode, declaring he had never felt anything like that in his life. Until the next time.
At that moment, he felt her wet finger surreptitiously run along the erotic path behind his balls and begin to circle his anus. Instinctively, he clenched down. To his surprise she pushed her finger past the tight ring of exquisitely sensitive nerve endings and wiggled it inside the tight pucker, tentatively at first, then deeper, higher, at an angle.
He gasped and tightened the puckered hole against her unexpected invasion. He growled, his voice a low threatening demand.
“Goddamn, what the fuck are you doing, Elena?”
He could see her grin and her voice was light, sexy, teasing.
“What’s the matter, Warrior Man? Is someone breaching your defenses?’
Bai tried to cover his shock and the flare of desire that flooded him. Fucking Christ, he couldn’t believe what she was doing, that she had the nerve to reach up inside his ass and….
“Holy Christ, Elena. Mon Dieu!”
“No, no, Bai. Let go. Let me reach up here; let me touch you…Ah yes, here. Does that feel good? When I rub right here?”
He groaned in response when she found the hard nub of his prostate and rubbed firmly against it with first one finger, then added another while sucking the length of his hard cock deeper in her mouth.
He was shocked at her intimate touch and stunned at the flood of sensation that ravaged his body. His legs shook and he struggled to catch his breath. Christ, he was dizzy, he might faint, lose consciousness, if he couldn’t get his breath.
Every part of his body leapt with feverish lust, overwhelmed by fierce sensations he couldn’t resist. She hummed, murmuring against his cock. He cried out, knowing his climax was imminent, ready to crash through his resistance. She was touching him in a place, in a way he had never experienced and it was driving him wild. As astonished as he was at her erotic assault, he would die rather than let her remove those probing provocative fingers.
He was growling steadily now, a low rumbling animal sound rising from deep in his throat. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Her tits were pressed against his thighs, tight hard peaks on voluptuous mounds of flesh. He was going to suck on her nipples, draw them out long, hard, make her scream with desire. But first he was going to come, fill her mouth with his cum, empty his cock in her as if his very life depended on it because, at this moment, he was sure it did. She grasped his ass cheek with her free hand, then bit the ridge under his cockhead while she stroked in and out of his anus, sending shockwaves ricocheting through his groin.
With a hard primal grunt, he lost all control. He groaned and spread his legs wider, his thighs hard, tight, shaking with desire. He arched his hips forward and grabbed her head in both hands, twisting her hair up tight. For one long heated moment, he pulled back and pressed the cockhead of his massive prick against her gorgeous full lips.
“Ah, bebe, hold on, I’m going to fuck you now; fuck your mouth hard, fuck you deep in your throat. Open wide, bebe. NOW. Mon dieu. Ah, yes. Doux Jésus. Yes!”
With a fierce hiss, he slid the full length of his cock deep in her mouth to the back of her throat. He began furiously fucking her, pulling back, then pumping in deeper, harder, and faster--in and out. She sucked and released his throbbing prick, keeping pace with his frantic thrusts until he exploded, a triumphant shout filling the room. He cried out again and again emptying his seed in her mouth. She swallowed every powerful spurt of cum until he fell back against the cabinet, his breath coming in noisy gasps, his legs shaking, his face and neck drenched with sweat, and his cock gloriously emptied.
Elena buried her face against his damp groin, reveling in his musky male smell, his quaking shudders and his crooning moans. He sunk to the floor, his knees spread wide apart, even now his cock semi hard. She was thrilled by his ferocious response to her erotic exploration, overcome with joy that she had done what she had planned to do. She wanted to discover him the way he did her. He had taught that her no part of her body was off limits and she celebrated her courage to explore him the same way. Oh God, how she loved him. She loved what he did to her and what she could do to him. She reveled in her power, her ability to bring this towering man to his knees with her mouth, her tongue and now her inquisitive, outrageous fingers breaching a once forbidden place. His need for her was a gift she treasured; it humbled and touched her soul. Drunk with joy and her own banked desire, she wriggled up next to him, desperate to feel his prick, his sweaty balls against her bare bottom.
Bai felt her frantic movements and looked down to see her squirming against him, her skirt riding up her luscious pale thighs. He grabbed her ankles and pulled off both of her boots then shoved her skirt up to her waist.
With a hard groan, he pushed her back against the floor and spread her knees wide apart. He tugged at her silky drawers and, with a quick twist, ripped the fragile material in half, baring her wet pussy streaming with her cream.
His voice was low, harsh with lust.
“Ah yes. My bebe needs me, now, don’t you? You want me now, ma petite fille? Where, bebe? Where do you want this? Tell me, cherie. Where shall I put my hard prick?” he asked, grasping his now erect cock, pushing it up against her swollen folds.
“Is this where you want it? H
igh up inside your dripping wet cunt? Yes, cherie? Say it. Tell me what you want! Say it! Le dire! ”
She was shaking with desire and cried out.
“Yes, God, yes. Please, Bai. I need you now. I want you to fuck me, now!”
“Where? Where do you want it? Tell me. Say it!” he commanded.
“I want you…to fuck my pussy.”
Growling, he rose to his knees and pulled her feet up to his shoulders. In one hard thrust, he drove his cock in her cunt, raising her hips high to reach that place deep inside that screamed to be touched. He held her at an angle and thrust in and out, withdrawing to her outer lips, then driving in to the hilt. She cried out his name, begging him not to stop, to come with her.
She was so wet, so aroused; he could feel her orgasm rising up as soon as he entered her. Her pussy clenched, grasping at his cock in greedy hard sucks. He held her tight, murmuring, encouraging her higher and higher until she screamed, her keening cry filling the room as she broke apart, a shattering release flooding over her. Her hungry pussy stoked his lust and with a driving thrust he plunged up high in her cunt, his shouts joining with her ecstatic cries in a rapturous shared climax.
They came again and again, long into the night, driving the hideousness of the last two days far from their thoughts. Instead they focused on their passion, their love, and the overwhelming joy they brought to one another. Hours later, he carried her across the courtyard to their bed. He went to the kitchen and begged Madam Chin to bring them a midnight snack. She complied, hiding her smile, pretending not to see his tousled hair, glazed eyes, and sweaty body.
They drank wine from their vineyard and nibbled on elegant food, teasing each other by hiding pieces of fruit in outrageous places, then nibbling on the found treasures.
Knowing that she was about to doze off, Bai asked the question that had been troubling him. He knew that he was possessive of her, perhaps to a fault. He didn’t deny it or try to hide it; it was beyond his control.
“Elena, how did you know… where did you learn… to touch me the way you did…where you did?”
She rose up off the pillow, surprised at his question, and then a wicked smile tugged at her lips.
“Hmm. Let me think. Oh yes. Dr. Oleong taught me. Why do you ask?”
Bai sat straight up, pushing her off of him and said with a growl, “What the hell do you mean, Oleong taught you? How? What did he do to you? What did you do to him?”
“For God’s sake, Bai. I’m studying anatomy. He’s my professor. And, well, the more I read about prostates, the more intrigued I became. I decided I wanted to learn a little more on my own – outside of class. And seeing how you responded to my field research, I’m glad I did.”
Thinking about the stern little five foot doctor with the enormous pot belly, and more hair in his nostrils than on his head, Bai couldn’t deny the ridiculousness of his concern. The beginning of a smile quirked his lips.
Elena burst out laughing, tears running down her face.
“Oh my God, Bai! Did you think Dr. Oleong …? Oh, yuck!”
Bai grinned, then joined in Elena’s laughter.
“Still, I don’t want you to touch any man’s ass except mine, do you understand?”
“Darling, I’m studying to be a healer, not a temptress. If it bothers you, I will defer to my male colleagues when certain parts of our male patients need to be examined.”
Bai was embarrassed at his request, but couldn’t bear the thought of Elena being intimate with another man, even in a professional setting.
“My apologies, cherie. I know I am unreasonable, but…”
“It’s all right, darling. As long as you let me explore you any way, anywhere I want. You can be my male laboratory, my living textbook. Agreed?”
He grinned.
“If what you did tonight is any example, cherie, all I can say is, have at it! I’m all yours.”
Elena grinned back at him, then tossed her head with a sly smile, “So I can tell Dr. Oleong his ass is safe with me?”
Bai growled. He jerked her nightgown over her hips and pulled her bare bottom across his lap.
“His ass may be safe, but yours sure as hell isn’t, you naughty little tease!”
The sounds of a hard smack followed by another blended with shrieks of pretend outrage and soon gave way to groans of pleasure and another round of heated lovemaking.
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Chapter 14
The next morning, Wyatt and Nianzu met with Bai to discuss their upcoming meeting with Jeng Ming.
“You remember her, don’t you, Bai? She is that beautiful girl you spoke to at Madam Torrento’s – the one who could stare daggers through a steel plate? Christ, I thought for a minute she was going to refuse to help us get the girls out, but she came around,” Nianzu said, shaking his head at the memory.
“I do remember her, Nianzu. She is a stunningly beautiful girl. I don’t know how she managed to maintain her composure, given what she has been through. It’s clear she is a survivor.”
Wyatt took a cigar from the humidor on Bai’s desk and took his time lighting it.
“Lei said that she was captured by Aldo Marcello and somehow escaped. God knows how she made it from New York to San Francisco. Apparently, Marcello had a whole team of men looking for her. They tracked her across the country and found her outside of Madam Torrento’s. That crazy asshole Marcello must have wanted her bad to go to all that trouble.”
Nianzu said, “Elena told me the same thing, Wyatt, Elena’s convinced that Jeng Ming knows a lot about Aldo Marcello and can be a terrific resource for us. But Elena warned that she is closemouthed, guarded. She will respond to direct questions, but just barely.”
He added with a sigh, “She is also extremely hostile to men.”
Bai nodded, thinking about the beautiful girl and how best to crack through her protective shell, when there was a knock on the door. He looked up to see Elena and Lei in the doorway. Jeng Ming stood behind them, her face expressionless, her eyes pointedly staring at the floor.
Bai stood and nodded to Elena and Lei.
“Please, come in,” he said, as he walked to the door. He gave both Elena and Lei a kiss on the cheek and held out his hand to Jeng Ming.
Jeng Ming looked up at him, then looked back down at the floor, refusing to shake his hand.
Bai exchanged a look with Elena and Lei, motioning them to the chairs off to the side of his desk.
“Elena, you and Lei can sit in those chairs. That way you can see Jeng Ming and she can see you.”
He turned to Jeng Ming and said in Chinese, “I understand that you want Elena and Lei to stay with you while we talk, is that correct?”
She looked up at him and her face hardened with anger. She hesitated and then said with a sneer, “You don’t have to speak Chinese to me. I am not one of the stupid sluts who can’t speak English.”
Bai ignored her outburst. “I understand that you speak a number of languages. I do, as well. Which language would you like to use to tell me your story – English, French, Russian, Spanish, Chinese?”
Jeng Ming looked up at him with a startled frown, as though she hadn’t agreed to tell him her story, and said sullenly, “English.”
“Fine. My English is good, although as Elena will tell you, I do tend to lapse occasionally into French, which is my native language.”
He motioned to the chair in front of his desk positioned between Nianzu and Wyatt. Bai knew Jeng Ming was antagonistic to men. He took the chance that while she might at first resist Nianzu and Wyatt’s presence she would be comforted that strong men surrounded her.
“Please sit there. You met Nianzu the other night. Nianzu is my lieutenant. Governor McManus is Elena’s father, Lei’s husband, and my mentor and closest advisor.”
Both men stood respectfully and nodded to Jeng Ming, but neither spoke.
Jeng Ming looked up at them, then quickly looked back at the floor, refusing to move to the chair. Seeing her resistance, Bai waited for
a minute to see if she would change her mind. He knew his biggest challenge was to win her trust. Only then would she tell him her story. First he needed to establish boundaries.
He stood quietly for a moment and then said, “Jeng Ming, please look at me.”
She froze, then with a haughty toss of her head, she looked up and glared at him.
He motioned again to the empty chair.
“Please, sit down.”
She hesitated and stared back down at the floor, indecision playing across her face. A full minute passed in silence.
Bai’s voice was soft, but the underlying command was clear.
“Jeng Ming, please sit down. NOW.”
Without speaking, she moved to the chair and plunked down. Her body was rigid, her hands clasped tightly together in her lap.
Bai walked back behind his desk to a tea service Madam Chin had brought for them.
“Would you ladies like tea?” he asked with a pleasant smile. “No? How about brandy?”
Wyatt grinned.
“Now, that’s more like it, Bai.”
Bai took out a tray of glasses and a decanter of brandy. He looked over to Lei and Elena, who demurred. Without asking, he poured four glasses of brandy and handed one to Wyatt and one to Nianzu, then with a smile pushed a glass in front of Jeng Ming. He sat down in his chair and raised his glass to her and nodded when she accepted the libation and took a sip.
Bai took out a cigar and clipped the end with his wolf’s head clipper. He lit the cigar and drew on it. When it was burning steadily, he leaned back in his chair and nodded to Jeng Ming.
