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

by Taylor Lee

  Rose petals were scattered across the floor and their delicate aroma combined with the piney odor of the logs burning in the fireplace. The gas lamps flickered low, casting mysterious shadows on the walls. The room glowed with the light of dozens of candles and the soft flames from the fire.

  “Ah, I do believe the rumors were correct. I think there is a married woman in this room tonight.”

  “And a husband, as well?”

  “Very much a husband. One who is grateful to be married to the most beautiful woman in the world.”

  He bent over her and kissed her, then carried her into the room. He set her gently on the floor in front of a small table spread with lavish food and bottles of chilled champagne.

  Elena laughed an excited trilling sound.

  “Oh, look, Bai, there’s food. Thank God! I’m so hungry. I don’t think I have eaten anything today. I’ve been too excited to eat.”

  “Ah yes, cherie. I also am hungry. As hungry as I have ever been.”

  He poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to her. He dipped a strawberry in the golden liquid and bit off the end then held the rest to her lips.

  “Here, cherie, you need to eat something.”

  He grinned, his eyes twinkling.

  “You will need your energy. This is no time for girlish faints.”

  “Ha! I don’t faint. And I don’t think I am girlish any more, now that I am married, correct?”

  He took a deep breath, trying to quiet the raging lust he felt looking at her lovely face. Her eyes were shining and he saw a reflection of what he was sure she saw in his--passion and overwhelming gratitude, knowing that this beautiful woman was his wife.

  “Not girlish, but innocent. Amazing, Elena. The sexiest, most sensual woman in the world and you still make my prick throb with your innocence.”

  She blushed and smiled at him, a shy tenuous smile.

  He went over to the Victrola and rifled through a stack of phonograph albums. He chose one and put it on the turntable and smiled when the poignant sounds of Elena’s favorite syncopated music filled the air. He turned back and saw her leaning against the edge of the table, her eyes sparking as she nibbled delicately on the strawberry. Catching his eye, with a saucy tilt of her head, she licked it slowly, then took small erotic nips out of the bright red flesh of the fruit.

  Bai chuckled in appreciation at her antics. He loosened his cravat and took his time lighting one of his Turkish cigarettes and poured himself a glass of his rare imported cognac. Sinking down in one of the overstuffed chairs by the fire, he sprawled back in the chair, crossing his feet languidly in front of him.

  His eyes raked over her body and he nodded knowingly when she blushed and gripped the edge of the table with both hands for support.

  “Dance for me, Elena.”

  His voice was soft, commanding and his eyes were narrow, dark.

  She smiled and trembled slightly, then stood up and moved to stand in front of him. He flicked his cigarette ash with the end of one long slim finger.

  “Take your clothes off as you dance—slowly, one piece at a time.”

  Elena’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink and she bit her lip, a nervous gesture that made his cock swell. She closed her eyes and her body swayed as the music reverberated through her slender frame. She looked up at him with an uncertain smile. He held her gaze and motioned for her to take off her dress.

  She reached behind her and one by one unbuttoned the row of tiny buttons down the back of her dress. As she strained to reach the lowest buttons she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and Bai couldn’t hold back his groan.

  Elena’s eyes lit up at the sound and she tossed her head and waited for a moment, holding the top of the dress against her chest, then slowly swaying to the music, let the gown drop to the floor. She daintily stepped out of it and looked to Bai for his approval. He smiled slightly, seeing the lacy chemise covering her breasts and her tight ass-hugging drawers. Christ, he thought to himself, who but Elena would wear such scanty outrageous underwear beneath a formal wedding gown. His breath hitched in appreciation. He resettled his hips in the chair to make room for his burgeoning cock fighting against the seam of his trousers.

  Elena turned her back to him, twitching her hips from side to side to the beat of the music. She released the hooks on her waist length chemise--one by one. She looked over her shoulder with a teasing grin and waited an additional breathtaking moment, then whirled back to face him, her chemise fluttering to the floor.

  Sparked by the flash of lust in his eyes, she held her naked breasts up to him the abundant flesh overflowing her small hands. Seeing the flush on his cheeks, she tentatively brushed her thumbs over the tips of her soft pink nipples.

  “Pinch them, Elena. Pinch your nipples the way that I do.”

  He grinned, a salacious twist to his lips when she blushed and her hands faltered.

  “Do it, cherie. Pull on your nipples. Make them long and hard. Ah, oui, ma petite putin. Like that, just like that. Now roll them in your fingers, harder. Mm hmm. Like that. Look at how long they are, how hard. Soon, cherie, I will suck on them.”

  She closed her eyes and moaned.

  “Soon, mon amour, but not yet.”

  The music wailed and Elena closed her eyes, her hips swaying from side to side.

  “Your drawers, Elena. I want to see your pussy. Your ass. Take off your drawers, petite fille.”

  She slipped her fingers under the band of her drawers, then daring to look up at him, she slid them halfway down her hips, a teasing smile glinting in her eyes.

  “Ah, cherie, I see you want to torment me. Not a good idea, petite. Remember, I am a hungry man. Off. Now. Maintenant. ”

  She turned her back to him and then bent over, tucking her ass up in the air and pulled her drawers slowly down over her hips, stopping for a moment as they cleared her bottom and peeked at him from under her arm, her face hot with heat. When she hesitated, he grinned at her, then took a deep drag off of his cigarette, trying to calm his cock jerking in response to her outrageous teasing. She stepped out of her drawers, then stood up and turned back to face him holding the scrap of lace in her hand. He blew a cloud of smoke up in the air and held out his hand. She smiled and tossed her drawers to him. Not taking his eyes off her flushed face, he buried his nose in the damp silk, greedily inhaling her rich spicy smell.

  “Ah, mon amour. You are wet, very wet. I think you have been like that for a long time, yes?”

  She moaned and leaned back against the table as the music came to a halt. She stood before him, trembling, naked except for her thigh high stockings, one red garter, and her high heeled red slippers.

  “I think you are too aroused to dance and undress, yes, ma petite? Let’s focus, concentrate on your naked body. Uh uhh. Leave your stockings and shoes on. And yes, that garter. I like the whore’s red of your shoes and that garter against your pale white skin.”

  He rose up, a fluid animal-like movement, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. He took a long drag on his cigarette, then reached behind him and ground it out in the ashtray. He ogled her naked body, staring at her full breasts and grinned when her nipples peaked in hard points at his insolent stare. He dropped his gaze to the flushed folds between her legs and smiled at the cream on her thighs. He loved that he could arouse her; make her juices flow just by looking at her.

  “Undress me.”

  She blushed at the command and hesitated, then she straightened up and seeming to gain confidence, she swiveled her hips and moved toward him. She looked at him for a moment -- first at his tousled hair, then let her gaze roam audaciously down the length of his strong muscular body. She licked her lips and smiled when he chuckled and shook his head at her impudent appraisal.

  “Does ma petite putain, my little whore, like what she sees?’

  “Mm hmm. Very much, sir.”

  She sauntered over to stand in front of him, then to his surprise, she took the red garter off her thigh and slipped it over
her head, letting it rest against her throat.

  He gasped at the sight of the erotic band around her neck – the silky red collar matching the provocative red of her sexy shoes. He growled a low harsh sound.

  “Hmm. You like to wear a whore’s collar around your neck, ma petite?”

  “Do you like it?”

  He snarled and reached out and twisted a handful of her hair tight in his fist and pulled her face up close to his.

  He hissed in her ear.

  “I like it very much, cherie. But be careful, you are playing with fire, ma petite.”

  She smiled a sultry smile, then began taking off his clothes an article at a time, murmuring approvingly as she removed each piece. She took off his jacket and waistcoat, then with a flourish removed his tie and wrapped it around her wrist, smiling when he hissed.

  She unbuttoned his shirt, scratching her fingernails over the hard muscular ridges of his chest and stomach. She pulled on his nipples and pinched them, giggling at his smothered groan. She played her teasing fingers through the smattering of silky hair on his chest, then tugging gently worked her way down past the top of his trousers and buried her inquisitive fingers in the damp wiry curls on his groin.

  She knelt down in front of him and took off his shoes and stockings. Tilting her head back, she smiled at the harsh strain on his face. She unbuttoned his trousers and with a flourish pulled his pants and underwear to his ankles. Startled, she gasped, her eyes widening with pleasure at the sight of his throbbing cock. It jutted out hard and long, stretching up against his stomach. The dark veins pulsed against the silky length and the tip wept with pearly drops.

  Elena closed her eyes and pressed against his groin, resting her cheek against the pulsating shaft. A soft moan escaped her lips.

  “You are so beautiful, Bai. I … can’t believe how gorgeous, how big you are.”

  He groaned and leaned back against the table, widening his stance. She ran her hands over his thighs and started to stand.

  Bai looked down at her upturned face, her eyes glowing with lust and pressed down hard on her shoulders.

  “Uh uh, bebe, stay down. On your knees.”

  He grabbed her hair and twisted it tight in his hand, holding her head in place. With his other hand, he grasped his engorged prick and pressed the swollen end against her lips.

  “Open. Suck it. Now.”

  His legs shook and his breath came in raspy pants watching his aroused cock sliding in and out of her full luscious lips. He groaned when she ran her tongue over the slit, sucking, lapping, biting, and nipping at all the sensitive places she knew so well.

  “Spread your legs, Warrior Man. Wider.”

  Her voice was husky, teasing. She sat back on her heels and sucked on her fingers. With the other hand she pulled his cock back into her mouth, then slipped her wet fingertips inside the pucker of his ass.

  His passionate groans reverberated against her lips.

  “God yes, bebe! Do that while you suck me hard. Take me deep, cherie. Ah, Christ, yes, like that! To the back of your throat.”

  He thrust in her mouth hard against her throat, reveling in the sheer heat of his throbbing cock. He hovered on the edge of a climax, knowing he was seconds from shooting hot semen down her throat. With a huge effort and a fierce grunt, he jerked his cock from her mouth and pushed her back down to the floor. He groaned a rasping hungry, animal sound.

  “I need you, bebe. Christ, I can’t wait. I need to be inside of you, high up in your glorious cunt. I need to feel your pussy grasping my cock, milking me, draining me dry.”

  He bent her knees and roughly pushed her legs apart. It was as though the passion, the hunger that had been building throughout the day had taken over his body, his soul. He grabbed her feet clad in the shiny red shoes and shoved them up against his shoulders and jerked her hips up against his groin.

  “Goddamn, I love these shoes. What they say, what they do to me. They make me want to fuck you so hard, so deep, you will scream with pleasure, beg me not to stop.”

  He spread her labia with rough eager fingers and leaned down and sucked her clit into his mouth. She cried out and a rush of her cream splashed against his chin, the spicy musky smell driving his lust to a feverish pitch.

  “Ah, Christ, yes! Fuck, yes! You want me, bebe, don’t you? As much as I want you?”

  With a fierce thrust, he entered her in a single stroke, sliding deep, high up against her womb. He roared with pleasure when he heard her shrill, keening screams.

  “Now! Come now! Give it to me, cherie. Yes. Yes, just like that!”

  He gloried in her sobbing gasping breaths, her frantic cries, her deep shuddering tremors. His cock strained inside of her, needing her, all of her. Now. The tight walls of her vagina pulsed greedily, sucking his cock deeper, harder, higher. Overcome with lust, he thrust up high in her glorious cunt and with a wild animal cry, filled her with his seed.

  They lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, their sweaty bodies trembling, shuddering with passionate aftershocks. He held her close, murmuring incoherent loving words, blanketing her face, her body with loving kisses. When he could stand, he went to the bathroom and returned with a warm towel. Stripping off her shoes, her damp stockings, he wiped the sticky juices off her body.

  “Bai?”

  “Yes, cherie. Yes, mon amour?”

  “Bai, can we eat? I am starving.”

  He roared.

  “Yes, my darling, ma petite amie. I apologize. I know you are hungry, cherie. Forgive me. I could not wait. I had to have you.”

  He nuzzled against her neck, nipping the sensitive place at the base of her throat.

  “But after we eat…ah, oui. Then I will love you slowly, tenderly, the way a bridegroom should make love to his beautiful bride. Or maybe somewhat tenderly…”

  She laughed and jumped up and ran to the bathroom, ducking away from his outstretched hands.

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  Chapter 21

  Bai heaped a plate with the delicacies their servants prepared. He noted with a grin that every food associated with fertility had made its way to the platter. He took a quilt from the bottom of the bed and spread it on the floor in front of the fireplace. Next to the hearth, he put the food and a bottle of champagne. Perusing the stack of record albums, he chose a soft instrumental ragtime, the sensuous music sweeping the country.

  He stood in front of the fire smoking a Turkish cigarette and sipping on a special brandy Wan gave him to celebrate his marriage. He warmed the glass before the fire and breathed in the rich heady aroma. He looked up and gasped to see Elena coming from her dressing room wearing an extraordinary nightgown and matching robe. They were of the sheerest silk, a virtually transparent fabric that fell in iridescent whispers over the swells and curves of her lush body.

  Elena smiled at him shyly, waiting to see if he approved.

  He pulled her to him and kissed her cheek, then ran his fingers over the silky fabric.

  “Why did you put on so many clothes, cherie? Such heavy barriers to my sight and touch?”

  She smiled knowing from his lust filled eyes that that he was teasing her.

  “To tempt you.”

  When he chuckled, she added, “Lei and my father gave it to me for my wedding night.”

  He grinned appreciatively.

  “The gods truly blessed me, Elena. Not only did they give me you, but also a father and mother in law who may enjoy erotic play almost as much as we do. No wonder you are such a hot little whore, cherie. Look at the example your father and Lei provided.”

  He pulled her down in front of the fire and pushed the plate of delicacies in front of her.

  “I should warn you amie; the servants are conspiring against us. If you eat even a portion of this food, we may have so many children you will do nothing but give birth.”

  Elena laughed in delight.

  “I’m so hungry, Bai, I will take the chance.”

  “Let me feed you, cherie. I like the feel of y
our lips on my fingers, your tongue against my knuckles.”

  She blushed and shook her head at his outrageous overtures, but within minutes they were laughing, teasing one another with bits of lovely food. Bai especially liked putting a morsel in her mouth and then capturing a portion of it with his teeth. After several glasses of champagne and consuming a remarkable amount of the proffered food, Elena leaned back against the sofa and sighed in contentment.

  Bai leaned down and licked a tiny drop of fragrant oregano oil off her chin, then smeared it across her lips urging her to suck the spicy oil from his tongue. She murmured in pleasure and pulled his bottom lip between her teeth and nipped lightly.

  He licked around the shell of her ear and smiled when she shrieked at the tickling touch.

  “I have a gift for you, Elena.”

  “But, Bai, we agreed our wedding rings were our gifts to one another.”

  “Yes, but you challenged me, cherie. I know well the profligacy of your grandfather and father. I wanted to give you something I am confident neither has given you--nor will they.”

  “Ohh, that sounds intriguing. What is it? You know I love presents.”

  He handed her a flat rectangular red velvet box. She stroked the soft plush exterior, then her eager fingers flicked the tiny gold clasp on the front. Lying against the gleaming satin lining were three gold rings, each of which had a wolf’s head with glittering jeweled eyes. There was a delicate gold chain between the two matching rings.

  Elena picked up the two rings with a puzzled look and gasped to see that the wolves’ eyes were exotic sapphire stones.

  “These are beautiful, Bai, but I don’t understand…I’m not sure where…Oh…I see.”