by Taylor Lee
Elena whimpered against his mouth, fighting not to respond to his probing tongue, his nipping teeth.
“Non? Ah, I can see we have a problem. Surely this Ersatz Elena will have the most beautiful breasts in the world, so full and so firm that even with hands the size of mine I cannot capture all the voluptuous flesh that spills out from my fingertips. And on those beautiful mounds that never fail to astound me with their lushness are her nipples. Ah oui, tell me about the Ersatz Elena’s nipples. Are they soft and pink? Do they harden, peak the minute I touch them? What happens when I look at her across the room and cannot hide my desire? When I tell her with my eyes and my hardening cock that I want her. Do her nipples become tight, pointed beads of erotic flesh telling me and the world that she is aroused? Aroused by me?
“And will the Ersatz Elena let me bite them as hard as this?”
He bent down and bit firmly on first one nipple then the other, smiling at her shrieks.
“Ah, oui, does she know how quickly pain becomes pleasure when I lick away, suck away the hurt?”
He ran his hands over her quivering thighs and whispered, “Now, mon amour, before we proceed I must ask you to permit me to do an intimate examination. May I? Do I have your permission, oui?”
She gasped as he moved over her bending her knees and gently spreading her legs, his fingers trailing along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She groaned and raised her hips to his probing touch.
“You see, before I answer your question I need to examine the Ersatz Elena’s pussy, her cunt. Because if you must know that in all my life, I have never seen a more beautiful pussy than yours. So soft. So wet. So responsive to my tongue, my fingers. And, cherie, this is not a matter for negotiation. Am I clear? The Ersatz Elena’s pussy needs to smell like this, this wild, earthy, spicy smell!”
He rubbed her juices on her lips and under her nose.
“Ah, oui. Smell that, love? Isn’t it enough to make you want to come – just the smell alone? Here, feel my cock, look what the smell of your luscious cream is doing to my cock.”
He grabbed her hand and rubbed her fingers against his trousers, tracing the throbbing outline of his aroused cock. She moaned, taking breathy sips of air pressing her hips up against his groin.
He continued, “But I must be honest, love, it is not only the smell of your cunt that drives me to distraction. Taste this. Can you believe it? Have you ever tasted anything so sweet? I haven’t.”
She sucked on his fingers, moaning softly, trembling, arching up against his hard cock.
“But, bebe, I also need to know how this Ersatz Elena reacts when I do this.”
With his fingers he spread her labia open and licked up and down her inner and outer lips nipping, sucking driving his tongue deeper and deeper.
Elena screamed and cried out a frantic, keening wail.
“Non, non, love, you mustn’t come. You have asked me a very important question and I need a few more points of clarification before I give you my answer.
“Does the Ersatz Elena know that there is a place inside of her cunt; here let me show you where this place is in you.”
“Oh God, Bai, oh, my God!”
“See, my bebe, if I put my fingers up here, back and up here like this, in seconds I can bring you to a climax. Did you know that about this place, cherie? Why you climax when I put my cock in you at an angle like this? Or rub my fingers here when I am trying to drive you crazy with desire? Did you understand that is why I give you three, four, sometimes five, orgasms before I spill my seed in you? Would this Ersatz Elena be able to handle that much stimulation? Would she like to come the way you come for me again and again and again, screaming my name and begging for more? Always hot, always ready?”
“Oh, my God, Bai, I need to come. I want you, please, please, Bai!”
“Not yet, cherie, but soon. Ah, I almost forgot. How foolish of me. Tell me about this place.”
He pushed her knees up higher, opened them wider, then settled in on her clitoris. She wailed, thrusting her hips up to his mouth pulling her knees up tight to her chest and tossing her head from side to side like a bitch in heat.
“This special place, this amazing nub of hard flesh; will our Ersatz Elena want me to touch it the way that you do? Ah, oui. You love it when I lick you here, don’t you ma petite amie? When I bite you? And suck on you hard?”
He circled her clit with the point of his tongue and her screams filled the air when he bit down, but he didn’t stop. Rather he took the swollen nub in his mouth and sucked it hard, running his tongue round and round the edge. She grabbed his hair and held his face against her groin, sobbing, crying out for her release. He grasped her hands and unwound them from his hair and pushed her legs down against the mat.
“That was unkind of me, oui, cherie? To torment you like that? Especially when you are just now getting over your anger at me. But soon, amour, soon I will fill you with my hard prick, and you will come as you have never come before. But first, mon amour, my answer.
“To be honest, there are many more places that I would need to see and touch on the Ersatz Elena, such as that tiny mole on the left side of the sweet rosebud pucker of your ass. Ah, and I would want to see if she screams like you do and begs me not to stop when I lick all around your anus and then bury my tongue inside. Of course, she would have the ticklish places on her navel, and cry out when I suck on her toes and weep for more when I blow in her ear like this.
“Mon Dieu! I haven’t even mentioned her ass. Doux Jésus, a most critical component! Is the Ersatz Elena’s ass firm and lush—so lovely that when she walks by in her tight riding pants, and the fabric clings to her round firm cheeks sometimes so tight that you can see the crack that separates those cheeks – do men hide their eyes and try to cover their arousal?
“Ah, and we would have to turn the Ersatz Elena over my knee and pull down her pants and spank her hard on her bare bottom to see if her pale cheeks bloom like yours do, become hot, red.
“One more thing, and isn’t it just like a man to put this at the top of my list? It is the touchstone, the final hurdle for our Ersatz Elena. We need to put the Ersatz Elena to the ultimate test—my cock. What happens to my cock when the Ersatz Elena walks in the room? When she smiles at me over breakfast? When she rides up on her horse? When she studies her huge medical books, frowning with the effort, twisting that lock of hair first one curl, then another, until she gives up and lets her hair down? Or when she sleeps in my arms or wakes by my side? Does my cock rise up? Scent her across the room? Know she is there before he sees her or hears her? Like a lion who smells his mate? A stallion who knows his mare is near? Does he get so hard that he knows he will explode if he can’t drive inside of her, high up in her pussy, deep in her mouth, between her breasts?”
Elena was lying next to him, her arms flung over her head, her body covered with a sheen of sweat, her face flushed, her lips red and swollen. Her gulping breaths and whimpering moans filled the air. Her body was shuddering, orgasm after orgasm threatening to erupt, held back only because Bai kept manipulating her, pulling her back from the edge.
“This whole line of questioning is a trifle unfair, mon amour. I should have given you my guidelines at the beginning of this exercise. You see, if there is a question, a scintilla of a possibility, that this Ersatz Elena does not have all of these features and so many more I cannot list them—then my answer is simple. NON. I do not want her. I will not have her. I want you. I want MY Elena.
“And those, cherie, mon amour, are just some of the reasons I have pledged my troth to you and why tomorrow I will marry you, make you my wife, to honor you and treasure you for the rest of my life.”
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Later that evening, as she was organizing the jewelry, laying out the ribbons and trinkets in preparation for the challenging task the next morning of helping fifty young girls dress for the wedding, Elena looked up to see Jeng Ming enter the dining room.
“I came looking for you, Elena. I want
to speak to you.”
Elena nodded, feeling the heat creep up her cheeks.
When she didn’t speak, Jeng Ming said, “I want you to know I would never do anything to dishonor you or Bai. I know everyone thinks I am a whore, but even whores have principles.”
Elena frowned and shook her head.
“I do not think you are a whore, Jeng Ming. But you are the most beautiful young woman I have seen and the most admirable. I… I was feeling inadequate in comparison.”
Jeng Ming snorted and tossed her head dismissively.
“I apologize, Jeng Ming. I know you would never be intimate with Bai.”
Jeng Ming sneered, “Foolish woman. Of course, I would. There is not a woman alive who would say no if Bai offered himself to her. But he won’t because he loves you. And Elena, there is not a man alive who would say no to you if you offered yourself. But you won’t for the same reason. You love Bai.”
Elena smiled a rueful smile.
“You’re right, Jeng Ming. Bai and I are deeply in love.”
Jeng Ming agreed.
“Bai saved me and all of those girls. I will honor him to the day I die. The only one I honor as much is the woman he loves.”
“Thank you, Jeng Ming.”
After Jeng Ming left, Elena worked for several moments, then decided she had done what she could for the night. When she walked out to the courtyard, she was surprised to see Bai outside the doorway, lounging against the wall, smoking a cigarette. His Stetson was pulled down low over his eyes. He hadn’t bothered to tie back his hair. He was wearing tight jeans and a plaid shirt like the cowboys wore. As always, his gorgeous face and sexy body took her breath away.
She smiled at him, shaking her head at his obvious concern.
“Are you hovering about— protecting me? Think I can’t take care of myself, Warrior Man?”
He grinned through half closed eyes. Pushing his hat up, he stepped next to her and took hold of her arm.
“That is the last thing I think, cherie. Are you finished getting things ready for the girls?”
“Yes. I’ve done as much as I can tonight.”
He nodded. “Would you like to ride up to the canyon and watch the sunset? We can get back before it gets too late.”
“That is a lovely idea, Bai.”
“I hoped you would say that. I saddled up Noire and Zhenqui. They are waiting for us in the courtyard. .
It was dark when they returned to the villa and walked back to their chambers. Elena turned to him, a slight frown marring her smooth forehead.
“I’ve been thinking, Bai.”
“Mm hmm.”
“You know how you said that you would kill any man who touched me?’
He responded with an insolent grin, “I not only said it, it is what I will do.”
“Hmm. Well I don’t know if I would kill a woman who tried to touch you, but I am a kung fu master and ten minutes with my feet on her face would be worse than being killed.”
Bai threw back his head and laughed uproariously. After a moment, he wiped his eyes and said, “I think you are right about that, cherie. God help the man or the woman who doesn’t understand the intensity of our love for one another.”
He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. His voice was a husky whisper. “How about it, cherie? Do you want to celebrate your last night as a single woman by letting me fuck you blind?”
“I don’t know, Bai. The twelve orgasms I had in the dojo this afternoon may have taken the edge off for me.”
He grinned at her, a wicked twinkle flashing in his eyes and slid his hand inside her pants and cupped her bare ass adding a quick squeeze.
She smiled, “On second thought, once you and I are married, twelve orgasms will be nothing, right, love?”
“An appetizer, cherie. A mere appetizer.”
Chapter 18
It was dark when Elena awoke and, for once, Bai still slept. She slipped out from under his arm where he anchored her throughout the night and looked with wonder at his sleeping body. Like a splendid male animal, even in repose he was powerful, dangerous. Stretched out on his stomach, one arm arched over his head resting against the pillow. His back, shoulders and arms and the tight curves of his ass were taut with defined muscle. She longed to touch him, run her hands over his golden skin, but she didn’t want to wake him. Does he have any idea how gorgeous he is, she wondered? In her intensive study of art and anatomy, Elena had never seen a more perfect replication of the male form than Bai. His tight hard buttocks alone were a work of art. They put classical male sculpture to shame.
One of his legs was kicked out to the side, accentuating his firm muscular thighs. His bent knee offered a glimpse of his darkened scrotum hanging heavy between his legs. His penis was partially hidden, wedged along the side of his thigh, but even in its relaxed state was an impressive bulge. Elena licked her lips, relishing the salty tangy taste and musky smell of his cum on her lips and ached to take him again in her mouth.
His black hair fell across his face. Elena longed to brush it aside and cover his face with hungry kisses. She turned to leave when a huge hand grabbed her shoulder and Bai growled a low threatening sound.
“Where do you think you’re going, cherie?”
She jumped, startled, then smiled when she saw his quirked eyebrow and half smile at the corner of his mouth.
“Good morning, darling. I’m sorry, love, I need to get to the infirmary. All fifty girls need to bathe, do their hair, and dress in time for the wedding.”
“And you, mon amour, are the chamber maid?”
Elena laughed in delight.
“That is as a good a description as any. Let’s just say, I am the head chamber maid. But yes, I am going to see that every one of those girls looks and feels beautiful in time for the wedding.”
“Who is going to make sure that my bride doesn’t forget that she also is expected at our wedding?”
Elena’s eyes sparkled and she challenged him with a saucy grin.
“I’m hardly going to forget – although I might be a little late, but it’s not as though you can start without me, right?”
Bai sat up in bed and pulled her across his body and held her in his arms.
“Elena, have I told you that I love you and want to marry you?”
“Yes, you have and in case you forgot, my answer is yes!”
“And, cherie, did I tell you that one of the reasons I love you is because you might be late for our wedding in order to ensure that fifty battered girls attend our wedding in style?”
“Then I should tell you one of the reasons I agreed to marry you is because I don’t know another man who would have done what you did to rescue those girls. Is it appropriate to be in awe of my husband to be?”
Bai grinned, his eyes twinkling.
“I think awe is most appropriate. Given that at heart you are a saucy little minx and unlikely to remain in an awed state, I will remember with delight your awe on our wedding day.”
He pulled her close to him.
“Kiss me, ma petite fille. I heard the servants gossiping yesterday. There is a rumor that a married woman is likely to be in these chambers tonight.”
“Really? Then what I heard must be true.”
“What did you hear, mon amour?’
“That a handsome warrior has been scouring the countryside looking for a bride. If he finds a woman that meets his exacting specifications, he will bring her to this very villa tonight.”
“Hmm, I hope for her sake he is not the warlord I heard rumored about. It is said he has ravenous sexual appetites, some of which shall we say veer to the ‘unconventional?’”
“Ohh. In that case, I wonder if there is any way I can warn the bride.”
“It’s best she not know. If she knew what he has planned for her, what delights, what fantasies he has in mind, she might be too frightened to marry him.”
“I thought fantasies were wonderful, glorious, like fairy tales.”
“Hmm, some are. But some are dark, dangerous, and horribly wicked.”
“I have heard it whispered that wicked can be good.”
“Or bad. Very, very good or very, very bad. However, my curious little maiden, the best ones are both.”
“I wish I wasn’t just a simple little chamber maid, because then the mighty warrior might choose me to be his bride.”
“Are you wicked?”
“My lover says he has never seen a more wicked innocent.”
“Ah, the ultimate aphrodisiac. A chaste innocent exterior and a wicked wanton interior. May I suggest how to make it more likely the warlord will notice you?”
“Please, sir, anything that will make me less plain and ordinary.”
“Wear virginal white on the outside, but underneath wear bright whore’s red.”
“Hmm. He must be a Chinese warlord. I understand you are to wear red at a Chinese wedding.”
“Yes, but for you my little chamber maid, virginal white on the outside and a tempting touch of the blood red fire inside.”
“Will a red lace garter do?”
“Ah oui, bright red, high up on your pale naked thigh.”
“But how will he see it?”
“This is where your creativity will be tested. At some point during the evening, you need to place that garter on his person where no one else can see it.”
“But how will he know it is mine?”
“Ah, ma petite, here is the wicked part. You must first rub it up against your aroused sex, imparting the delightful smell that is yours and yours alone.”
“What if he doesn’t recognize the smell?”
“Hmm, you are an innocent child. If you are meant to be his women, that smell was imprinted in his soul many lifetimes ago. And he will know from your scent alone that he has found his mate.”
Elena smiled and her eyes gleamed with tears of joy. She touched her finger to her lips and then to his and hopped out of bed to dress. When she was dressed, she stood for a moment in the doorway. With a saucy grin she curtsied to Bai.
“Thank you for your advice, my lord. I must go to my duties. Wish me luck!”
