by Taylor Lee
But Elena and Lei were focused on the day ahead and barely looked up from the tasks they were checking off while scrutinizing the lists of calls they needed to make to recalcitrant shopkeepers.
Bai caught her attention and said “Cherie, do you realize you have decreed that each of the girls will have nine articles of clothing including a party dress –a total of nearly five hundred items--ordered and delivered in less than twenty four hours? Can you imagine what is being said and done in every clothing shop in San Francisco?”
Elena responded with an airy wave of her hand, “Well, if they are smart, they are thinking what a godsend this is and determining how much they can jack up their prices without resistance from me.”
Wyatt laughed. “If I know the two of you, the last thing they will get is price resistance.”
“Father, how dare you? Listen to him, Lei. This is the most extravagant man in the world – except, of course, for you, Grandfather. Just so you know, Bai, you have a high hurdle to jump to meet the marvelously profligate ways of my father and grandfather. But, of course, you must know by now how terribly spoiled I am.”
Bai grinned a wicked grin and said with a chuckle, “Don’t think I don’t know that I have my work cut out for me, mon amour. But, cherie, as you know, there are other ways to spoil a beautiful woman than with riches.”
Elena blushed and looked down, seeing Bai’s eyes drift to her breasts, knowing that her nipples had hardened in tight peaks from his sensual look alone.
Bai saw her embarrassment and decided to be merciful and change the subject.
He tuned back to Wyatt in mock horror.
“Doux Jésus, imagine what she could do with a battle plan. Tell me the truth, Wyatt, before it is too late. You are my mentor, my advisor. Am I making a terrible mistake, thinking that I can control this whirlwind that is your daughter and tomorrow is to be my wife?”
Wyatt’s eyes clouded with moisture. Looking at the red haired daughter who was the pride of his life, he said in a gruff voice filled with emotion,
“Bai, I will only say that, like the gift your father gave me when he blessed my marriage to Lei, I am giving you the most precious gift you will ever receive.”
Elena saw the tears in his eyes and jumped up and ran over to Wyatt and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him and whispered, “Thank you, Father.”
Wyatt recovered his usual grin and with a twinkle in his eye said, “Don’t forget, Elena, you are my best girl ever.”
With happy tears in her eyes, she hugged her father and gave her expected response cultivated from fifteen years of repetition, “But, Father, I am your only girl.”
With a grateful sigh, Wyatt answered in form, “I know, honey, I know.”
Bai came up behind Elena and put his arm around her shoulder. He bowed low to Wyatt.
“Please know, Wyatt, that in all my life I never dreamed that I would be blessed with a woman like Elena. I thank both you and Lei for helping to create the woman she is. I am grateful and humbled.”
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The boxes arrived amidst huge excitement. Elena and Lei organized a virtual brigade in the major dining room, sorting the clothing items by size and function. There were fifty cards spread among the tables. Each card had a girl’s name and her sizes. After nearly four hours of steady work, punctuated with excited “oohs” and “ahhs”, all fifty stacks had been arranged and each of the girls was called in to receive her gorgeous bundle. Most of them were too stunned to do anything but stare at the beautiful clothes. Elena met each girl’s shy reluctance with an excited question and a hug. Over and over she asked, “Do you like it?” Or, she shrieked in delight, “Oh, look at this!” or “This is wonderful,” or “Look at how this fits you and how it matches your eyes!”
Her excitement was infectious and soon the room was filled with laughter and shrieks of delight as the girls tried on their clothes and whirled in circles in front of the beautiful woman whose admiring smiles and hugs made them feel lovely and loved.
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Chapter 16
Elena waited to return to her room until all the clothes had been the delivered and the girls had gone back to their quarters to rest after the excitement of their impromptu fashion show.
She walked through the private garden on the way to her quarters when she saw Bai. Thinking that he had gone to town, she was surprised and excited to see him in the garden.
She started to call out to him when she saw that he was with Jeng Ming. They were deep in conversation and neither of them saw her. She started to turn away, not wanting to interrupt, but stopped struck by Jeng Ming’s beauty.
Lei was the most beautiful Oriental woman Elena had ever known and Jeng Ming had that level of exquisite beauty, only she was the same age as Elena. Something about her conversation with Bai had erased the hardness around her eyes and mouth and instead of her usual haughty demeanor, she looked happy, enticing. For the first time Elena could appreciate the stunning beauty not only of her face, which was remarkable, but also her body. She was small, at least four inches shorter than Elena. But her body was amazingly lush. Her breasts were high and full and tapered to a tiny waist and curvy hips. Her legs were slender and her hands and feet, delicate, lovely.
Her long black hair hung to the middle of her back and swayed in a shiny silken mass when she moved. Elena knew that Alex was wildly smitten with her. Watching her with Bai, Elena understood the attraction men would feel for Jeng Ming. It wasn’t as though she was flirting. It was her presence, the way she tossed her head, swayed her hips, smiled a knowing smile, inviting them to come closer – if they dared. Growing up the way she did in Marcello’s hideous lair, Elena could see that Jeng Ming developed survival skills that included how to use her astonishing beauty to capture and control the men around her.
Jeng Ming was looking up at Bai with an admiring look. And why wouldn’t she, Elena thought with a snort. Bai was as handsome as Jeng Ming was beautiful. His tall, lean body was strong, rippling with powerful muscle. His white silk shirt was open at the neck and tucked in his fitted black riding breeches that emphasized his hard muscular thighs. His collar length hair was hanging loose, not tied back in the more formal queue he usually wore. It shadowed his face like a silky black curtain and ruffled by the wind, was sexy, inviting. Elena loved it when Bai wore his hair loose, loved to run her fingers through it, pull his face close to hers. With a catch in her throat, she appreciated how gorgeous he was. With his casual clothes, his tousled hair, his soft accent and low chuckle, he looked more like a young Lothario than a man who was to be married the following day.
To her chagrin, and likely due to a surfeit of excitement and fatigue, Elena was overwhelmed by envy. She had fought her jealousy since she first met Bai. Even before she had an inkling that she liked him, much less loved him, she had been burdened by jealous emotions. He was magnificent. She understood why women acted the way they did around him; what could she expect? Not only was he beautiful to look at, he was instinctively sexual, a powerful knowing animal. She heard from others and from Bai himself that he had prodigious experience with women of every stripe. There wasn’t a brothel in all of California that hadn’t welcomed the sensual wonder known as the Frenchman, and that was only California. At the various balls and dinner events they attended, Elena met woman after woman who obviously knew Bai and at least implied by actions and simpering looks that their knowledge was an intimate one.
Bai teased her about her concerns. He warned her that if she was not careful, she would become a possessive freak like him. But as much as Elena loved him and trusted him, and as much as she gloried in their rampant sexual escapades, a small part of her worried. She knew she was young, inexperienced. She was raised on a ranch far from the worldly ways of the big city, only now learning the ways of a sexual woman. She believed Bai when he lavished praise on her. When he insisted that in the entire world there was not a more beautiful or more sensual woman than she. That no one ever had or ever would compete wit
h her.
She knew how much Bai loved her, but Jeng Ming stirred up her dormant insecurities. Knowing the extraordinary pain Jeng Ming had endured, Elena was ashamed and chided herself for her childish suspicions. But seeing the practiced way Jeng Ming held her body, her challenging eyes, and the way she was looking at Bai, Elena couldn’t quell the rush of jealousy that struck her--a direct hit to her gut. Elena gasped when Bai smiled at something that Jeng Ming said and took both of her hands between his in an intimate gesture.
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Bai thanked Jeng Ming for her courage and the information she had given him and especially for her trust. He promised her once again that he and his men had made a sacred pledge to protect her and took her hands in his and bowed, a gesture of friendship and admiration. He heard Elena’s gasp and looked up to see Elena standing on the path, staring at them both. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, and her lips were trembling. Bai frowned, thinking what he and Jeng Ming must look like to Elena and called out to her as he extricated his hands from Jeng Ming’s. Elena blushed and shook her head and stumbled back away from them.
She hesitated then said, “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I…”
She turned to leave when Bai called out, “Elena, wait, come here.”
“I can’t. I…Lei needs me.” She turned and ran back across the garden path out to the courtyard.
Bai said good bye to Jeng Ming and followed Elena out of the garden.
He called out to her, “Elena, come here, cherie.”
She looked back over her shoulder and he saw the tears in her eyes, the pain on her face.
He called out again, his voice cajoling, humorous.
“E laa na…, come here, come to me, bebe.”
She broke out in a run and he ran after her and quickly caught her, swung her around in his arms, and held her tight against his chest.
“Ah cherie, ma petite amie. You misunderstand, mon amour.”
She pushed against him, trying to break free, but he caught her arms and pulled her close to him and lifted her chin, smiling at her fierce expression.
His voice was sweet, teasing.
“Cherie, you know the rules. You come when I call you, yes? Or think of what I might do to you, oui, ma petite fille?”
He was laughing, teasing her, trying to make her smile. She jerked away from him, her eyes flashing with fury.
“Fuck you, Bai.”
He laughed and his eyes twinkled.
“Mon plaisir, cherie, as that is what I intend to do to you. We will take turns, oui?”
She jerked out of his arms and said, “Leave me alone, Bai. Lei is waiting for me.”
She turned and ran across the courtyard toward the dojo.
Like a sleek panther, Bai ran after her and easily caught her from behind. He pulled her backside tight up against his chest and reached around to cup her breasts.
“Goddamn it, Bai. Stop that!”
He ignored her angry words and held her tighter.
“Hmm, is Lei sparring? Is that why you are running to the dojo? And how do you intend to practice in these clothes, hmm, ma petite amie?”
He chuckled and murmured in her ear, “Is ma petite putain fibbing? Trying to get away from me?”
Elena shook off his arms and tried to run, but Bai caught her and tossed her up over his shoulder with a hearty laugh.
Elena shrieked in horror and cried out, “Bai, damn you! What are you doing? Put me down. Now! I mean it. Put me down. I’m angry!”
“Ah, cherie, if it is the dojo you want, it is the dojo you will have. And as I know that Lei is with your father, I can only presume that it is me you wish to fight, oui, mon amie?”
He turned and walked toward the dojo, ignoring her thrashing legs and pounding fists.
She shrieked, “This is not a joke! Bai, put me down! NOW!”
Bai said, “Absolutely not. You have challenged me, mon amour, to what I presume is a kung fu match. That is a serious challenge and one I cannot ignore at the risk of being perceived a coward--unable to manage my feisty little woman.”
He walked in the dojo and grinned at the Sing Leon fighters inside who looked up in surprise to see Elena hanging upside down, pounding furiously on his back.
Bai laughed and said to the men, “Please forgive us. Elena is insisting that we practice how I am going to carry her off tomorrow. Apparently, she has always dreamed of being carried away by a handsome prince, so we must practice and she wants to do it in the dojo--amazingly enough!”
“That’s a lie! Don’t listen to him. I do not want to do anything with him anywhere, ever! Bai, damnit, put me down!”
Bai nodded to Nianzu, who quickly gathered the other fighters and headed toward the door. They all were accustomed to Elena and Bai’s antics and left smiling and shaking their heads in amusement. More than a few threw Bai envious backward glances, nodding at the luscious woman hanging over his shoulder, her face flushed with anger, her curvy ass high in the air.
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Chapter 17
“Bai, stop it. I’m angry.”
He lifted her down and held her close to him. He tipped her head back so he could see her face.
“Why, cherie, why are you angry?”
She flushed and tried to pull away, angrily wiping at the tears on her face.
“I… I just am.”
He snuggled up against her, nuzzling the sensitive places on her neck.
“Ah, Elena, the most loved little spitfire in the world is angry with me. I will have to see if I can change that.”
He reached down and grabbed her bottom and pulled her hips up against his groin grinding his hard erection between her legs.
“No, Bai, stop. That’s not fair. When you are angry with me, you spank me. You hurt me. Now when I am angry, you expect me to make love!”
“Ah, ma petite amour, my spankings are making love. You love me to spank you and I love doing it. Mm hmm, just seeing these soft pale cheeks get pink and then red and hot. Ah, oui!”
He slipped his hands under her blouse, his fingers inside her chemise, pulling gently at her nipples.
“Bai, stop!”
“Ah, cherie, I think I know what is wrong. Your breasts are swollen, look, ma petite, look at your nipples. They are hard. Mmm, I need to tend to these, help you with this problem. Here, bebe, we will take off this lovely blouse and put it here,” he tossed her blouse to the floor and slid his hands under her chemise, cupping her voluptuous breasts in both hands.
“Bai, for God’s sake, anyone could come in.”
“Perhaps, mon amour, but the most important thing is to make you feel better. Mm hmm. This must feel good, when I pinch your nipples like this, yes? Ah, so hard, so tight. I think I need to suck on them to give you relief, yes?”
Elena moaned and tried to push his hands away
“You need more relief, amour? I know, this skirt is too tight on your slender hips, oui?”
He unbuttoned her skirt and pushed it to the floor, leaving her dressed only in her lacy chemise, her scanty drawers and knee high lizard boots.
“Bai, stop, now. I…I am angry…”
He cupped her bottom in both hands, gently separating her cheeks, and worked his fingers up inside the crack teasing the sensitive pucker of her ass through the silky fabric of her drawers.
“Oh God, oh my God!” She shrieked. “What are you doing? Bai, stop! I’m afraid someone will come in.”
Bai knew that Nianzu locked the door behind him when he left and would ensure that no one entered the dojo. .
“Ah, cherie, if they do they will see that I am trying to understand why you are angry and how I am trying to help. Let’s see, we have determined that your nipples need to be sucked, correct?”
Elena moaned and trembled, her face flushed
Bai murmured in her ear as he nipped and bit at the sensitive place on her neck.
“Ah cherie, do you know how sexy you are? What you look like dressed only in this lacy chemise, your
outrageous drawers and of course these sexy boots?
“Christ,” he groaned. “I love these boots.”
“Bai, please… please...”
“Shh, shh, bebe, look. Your breasts are full, your nipples tight. Let’s get rid of this!”
He ripped her chemise down the middle, shoved it over her arms, and tossed it on the floor, baring her breasts to his hungry eyes and mouth.
“There, yes, God yes. That’s better isn’t it, amour?”
She was trembling now, pushing his hands away, then pulling them back. He smiled at her confusion, her uncertainty, and moved on to her drawers.
“Ah, bebe, we have a similar problem with your drawers. Look at this, mon amour. He slipped his hand inside her drawers and rubbed his fingers against her slit coating them in her juices. He pulled them out and held his slick fingers in front of her face.
She cried out and pressed up against up his thigh, wanting to ride him.
He rubbed his fingers on her mouth smearing her lips and tongue with her juices, then thrust his tongue in her month, moaning as he licked her cream off her lips.
“Mon Dieu, cherie, this taste! I would die for it. But just as your breasts, your nipples want to be free; your pussy is crying, weeping to be free.”
“Bai, stop, no, no. Don’t take them off…”
The words stuck in her throat as gave a quick twist and ripped her drawers free.
“But cherie, is that fair? To let your breasts lift up like this to my mouth, but keep your little pussy covered. Non, non, my darling, have mercy on your sweet cunt.”
“Oh my God, Bai, what if someone comes in… and…I told you…I don’t want…”
She stopped, her words dissolving in a hard groan as he pushed his fingers deep in her pussy.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the padded sparring mat and laid her on the floor. In quick order, he shrugged out of his shirt and kicked off his boots. He yanked her boots off, tossing them aside with a groan. Gazing at her naked body his cock throbbed with predatory lust.
