The Grandmaster’s Legacy: Masters of Love and War (A Taylor Lee HOT Historical Romantic Suspense Collection) (The Grandmaster's Legacy)

by Taylor Lee

  All three men laughed in appreciation at the thought of Rory’s unwitting participation.

  Chapter 25

  Bai sat sprawled against the back of the chair, his feet crossed at his ankles, a large snifter of brandy in one hand, his cigar in the other. His hair was loose, tousled from running his fingers through it. His fine linen shirt was open at the neck, revealing the smattering of soft black hair on his chest. He had unbuttoned most of the buttons and rolled up his sleeves. His relaxed posture showed his bulging arousal to excellent effect.

  Elena peeked over at him, not sure what to expect. Though Bai had been cordial, charming at dinner, she knew he was furious that Rory had propositioned her and angry that the four men had openly fought for her attention throughout the evening.

  Elena thought with an exquisite shudder, he looked as though he was ready to go to work – on her. Only his eyes, hard, dark, gleaming yellow, telegraphed his quiet fury. His voice was soft, clipped.

  “Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Elena?’

  “Very much, did you?”

  “Did you like having four men lust after you?”

  “Hmm, I thought that there were five men lusting after me, but I guess you were too busy charming our guests.”

  “Ah, I see. My naughty little whore, my vilain petite puta is feeling feisty, challenging? Do you think that is wise, cherie? To taunt me when you know I am angry?”

  She was determined not to be cowed by him. She knew she had done nothing wrong and, damnit, she couldn’t help it if those men thought she was attractive. She walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a tumbler of brandy. She took a sip and turned to Bai with a haughty toss of her head.

  “Why are you angry, Bai? I thought you liked knowing that every man in the room envied you, wished that your woman belonged to them.”

  “Ah, cherie, is that why you tempt them? Taunt them? To rub their nose in the truth that they cannot have you? Is that why you let the top of your dress slip ever so slightly?”

  “For God’s sake, Bai, you bought this dress for me.”

  “Mais oui, so I did. But did I tell you to wear a silk chemise that emphasizes rather than conceals your lush curves? Did I tell you to bend over in such a way that every man at the table had a tantalizing glimpse of your beautiful breasts? Did you want them to think about your nipples? Wonder if they are hard or soft? Pink or rosy? Is that why you do those tempting things that you do so well, cherie? To tease, taunt?”

  Elena knew at some level Bai was correct. She was a bit of a tease. She had always loved to flirt. All her life men looked at her the way they did tonight. Damnit, it was flattering. She decided to take Bai on. They were married, for God’s sake. He was going to have to get used to men reacting the way they did. Look at how he reacted to her body.

  She gave a little shrug and said, “It’s not my fault that men find me beautiful, Bai. You’ve told me often enough that I am.”

  Bai leaned back further in his chair and, though he appeared relaxed, Elena felt her stomach clench. She had seen that look in his eyes many times; it was sultry, hot, threatening. It made her feel small, helpless, like a field mouse frozen in place, watching a grinning cat casually licking its paws preparing to pounce. She took a large swallow of brandy, hoping the burn in her gut would give her courage.

  Bai watched her for another moment and then his eyes narrowed ominously.

  “Take off your dress, cherie.”

  She hesitated then leaned back against the cabinet and swallowed hard when his eyes blazed.

  “Now.”

  She waited for another moment, then with a nonchalant toss of her head reached behind her and unbuttoned her dress. She let it slip to the floor, then stepped out of it and kicked it aside, taking a casual sip of her brandy.

  Bai took a long drag off his cigar and blew the smoke up in the air. He raked his eyes over her scanty underwear: her silky revealing chemise and matching French drawers. She shivered when he focused on the bare skin on her thighs above the lacy garters holding up her sheer silk stockings, then let his eyes drift down her legs to land on her indigo high heeled slippers. She took another sip of brandy and forced herself to meet his eyes, trying to ignore his sardonic grin and the rush of heat in her core.

  “Show me your breasts, Elena.”

  “Ask me nicely and maybe I will.”

  Her pulse jumped and she stepped back when he slowly stood up, unwinding his long lean frame from the chair in a graceful threatening movement. He looked like a pirate with his tousled hair, his dark skin, and his gleaming eyes. All he needed was an eye patch to be thoroughly intimidating. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his body, his taut muscular arms, hard chest, and strong thighs. Her groin clenched and, to her dismay, she felt a flood of moisture between her legs.

  He looked at her for a long moment. A smile that didn’t reach his hard eyes curled his lips. He ground out his cigar in the ashtray on the table then picked up the riding crop next to his chair. He held the carved handle in one hand and with the other casually stroked the leather striking strips.

  Elena gasped, startled. She stared at the wicked looking crop, took a deep breath and gripped the edge of the cabinet trying to cover her fear—and her excitement.

  “I… I didn’t know… I wasn’t aware the wicked warlord was here.”

  “Mais, oui, cherie. He most certainly is here and from what I can tell, he is as displeased with his petite puta as I am.”

  His voice dropped to a soft whisper.

  “May I assume you didn’t hear my request, cherie?”

  She bit her lip and looked down.

  “Non? In that case I will say it again. Show me your breasts.”

  Elena tried to ignore the shivery need washing over her. She knew she was asking for trouble, but she was annoyed by his blatant attempt to frighten her and frustrated by her body’s wanton response to his erotic commands. She hesitated, then shook her head no.

  Bai’s smile tightened and he took a step toward her, slapping the end of the crop against his palm as he approached.

  “Elena, I don’t want to tear another of your lovely chemises. Be a good girl and take off that enticing bit of lace and – for the last time – show me your breasts.”

  Elena snapped, “Fine, damnit!”

  She defiantly ripped the chemise down the middle and tossed it on the floor. She resisted the impulse to cover her breasts, instead glared at him, her chest rising and falling in angry pants. Without looking down at her breasts, she knew from Bai’s grin that her nipples were already peaking.

  “Ah, mon petite putain is angry? Angry but also aroused, mais oui, amour?”

  He reached out and ran the end of the crop over one hardened nipple and then the other. He chuckled softly when she gasped and tried to cover her breasts.

  “Non, non, petite putain. Hands at your sides. Now.”

  Elena felt her anger rise. She dropped her hands, holding her fists tight against her thighs, then glared at him, daring him to touch her.

  He smiled and shook his head as if amused by her response.

  “That’s a good girl, cherie. I like your hard, pointed nipples. They remind me of how they feel on my tongue, my teeth when I lick them, bite them, and suck on them.”

  His grin widened when her nipples tightened more and she flushed trying to keep her faithless body from responding to his provocative words.

  “Now, cherie, show me your pussy.”

  “Bai, stop!”

  “Stop, cherie? Why ever would I do that?”

  He reached out and tucked the end of the crop under her chin and lifted her face to his. His voice hardened and the lines by his eyes tightened.

  “Je le répète. I repeat. Show me your pussy. I want to see it.

  “ Now, cherie.”

  Elena stepped back and tried to squelch the angry tears in her eyes. Her lips hurt from biting on them. With a defiant toss of her head, she reached down to drag off her drawers, taking her stockin
gs with them

  “Non, non, petite fille. Leave your stockings on and those sexy shoes. Just your drawers. That’s the way. See how obedient you can be? And now, cherie, lean back and open your sweet little cunt for me.”

  Elena gasped in shock, then gathering her pride and her anger tight around her she shook her head no.

  “What’s the matter, cherie? You don’t want me to see how aroused you are? Hot and wet, my jolie petite puta?”

  Bai reached out with the crop and slid the handle between her soft outer folds. He ignored her startled gasp and attempt to squeeze her legs together. Without taking his eyes off of her, he brought the crop back to his mouth and licked the creamy moisture off the end.

  His voice was thick, taunting.

  “Mm hmm. Ah, mon amour. So wet, so soon. I haven’t even touched you, yet your pretty little pussy is dripping wet.”

  Elena tried to hide her embarrassment, furious at her body’s betrayal. She was determined to take control of the situation. She couldn’t allow Bai to torment her like this. She crammed her thighs together and did what she could to keep her nipples from hardening more.

  She thrust out her chin, trying to ignore the sultry gleam in his eyes, the knowing smirk on his lips and said in as dismissive a voice as she could, “If I had known the wicked warlord was going to be here, I wouldn’t have agreed to stay tonight.”

  Bai chuckled as he closed the gap between them. He pulled her hard up against him and growled in her ear.

  “Really? My assumption is, given the naughty little girl you are, the presence of the warlord is irresistible. Ah, and look here, cherie, it seems as though he has brought his toys.”

  Elena looked where he was pointing and to her surprise saw the red lacquered box on the end of the bed. She pushed back hard against his chest with both hands and twisted away from him, looking for a place to run.

  Bai laughed at her fruitless attempt to retreat. He grabbed her from behind and tossed her up over his shoulder.

  “Bai, damn you. Put me down!”

  He laughed when she swore at him and beat furiously against his back.

  Holding her legs firmly with one hand, he reached up and snapped the crop against one bare ass cheek, then the other. She shrieked in shock and fought against him. He reached the edge of the bed in two large steps and tossed her to the middle of the mattress. She jumped to her hands and knees and moved back, her eyes dark with anger—and desire. He only laughed harder, then climbed up on the bed and grabbed her and flipped her on her back. He crawled up on top of her, covering her body, his weight taking her breath. Grasping her hair with one hand, he twisted it hard, bringing her face up next to his.

  “Don’t fight me, naughty girl. You know you can’t win.”

  With one hand, he opened the red box and took out the wrist and ankle restraints.

  “Ah, look, what do we have here? Just what I need to tame my little spitfire, oui, cherie?”

  He captured her hands and pinned them above her head. With a quick twist, he snapped a cuff on each of her wrists.

  She struggled harder, tossing her head from side to side bucking up against him.

  “I don’t want to do this, Bai. I’m angry!”

  “Ah cherie, non, non, non. You act as though you have a choice in the matter. Fille foolis, silly girl.”

  He tossed the long ties around the bedposts and expertly tied the restraints. Ignoring her shrieks and furious kicks, he grabbed her ankles, stripped off her stockings and shoes and within seconds secured her legs to the corner posts at the foot of the bed. When he finished tying her down, he looked at her naked spread eagled body and growled at the erotic picture she made.

  Her wild fiery hair was splayed against the white down pillows, her face and chest were flushed with anger and, he knew, also, with desire. He ran his fingers over the tight peaks of her nipples and pinched them hard. When she shrieked, he laughed and dragged his hand across her stomach and rested his fingers between her legs. He gazed at the slick wet folds of her pussy, the cream running down the inside of her thighs, and didn’t try to cover his hard groan, his throbbing cock. Christ, how could anyone be more beautiful, more fucking desirable?

  “Ah, bebe. Do you have any idea how beautiful you look? How erotic? Such a feisty, naughty little girl. Fighting so hard even when you know you can’t win; don’t want to win. Yes, jolie fille? You pretend you don’t want me, that you don’t like being tied down. You pretend you don’t like being a beautiful prize laid out for my enjoyment, my pleasure. But your body, cherie, your tempting luscious body betrays you. Look at the sweat here between your breasts. And, here, the cream running between your legs. Mm hmm, just the smell of you gives you away, tells the tale of your desire. “

  She twisted helplessly, writhing against the restraints. Then her breathing changed and with a hard moan, she thrust her hips up to reach his groin, panting, trembling.

  He grinned and leaned down, licking around the sensitive ridge of her ear.

  “Now what, petite puta? What does my pretty little whore want now? You want me to touch you? How about if I touch you with this?”

  He picked up the crop and ran the soft feathered end over the tips of her breasts, smiling when they tightened in hard beads. When she moaned and strained against the soft tickling pressure, he stepped back and flicked the leather tails across her breasts, once, then twice. She cried out and tried to pull back, but he snapped the whip again, this time a flick over her bare silky mound.

  He laughed at her shocked gasp.

  “Hmm, petite amie, you like that? The soft touch of the feathers followed by the flick of the whip? Against your sensitive nipples, like this? And then against your sweet little pussy, like this?”

  “Oh God, Bai. That feels… Oh my God. I… I need you. I want you, now, right now!”

  “Fille folle, silly girl. Now you want to come? First you taunt, tease those men, and then you challenge me? And now you want me to let you come? As though that is your decision, your choice? Hmm, bebe, one would think you are not tied down, waiting for me to decide what to do with you. What should I do, petite puta? Suckle your nipples until they ache for relief? Lap up the juices from your dripping pussy? Lick and bite this hard little nub until you beg for mercy? Let you come? Let your hot little body shatter with excitement?”

  “Yes, Bai. God, yes. Do that! All of that. Oh my God, I want you, I want you now.”

  Elena tossed from side to side, pulling against the restraints, arching her groin up next to his.

  “Please, Bai. Don’t tease me. I need you. Oh God, oh yes, keep doing that, don’t stop.”

  Bai chuckled and spread the folds of her cunt open and buried his tongue deep inside. The more she thrashed and cried out the harder, deeper he thrust, sucking, licking and biting her weeping folds. When her gasps turned to shallow pants, he drove his fingers deep inside and settled in over her clitoris. He grasped the throbbing nub and suckled it mercilessly with expert licks and nips of his tongue and teeth. Her body responded with another rush of sweet, musky cream. She cried out in dismay when he pulled back, moved to the side of the bed.

  He stood up, stripped off his shirt and toed off his boots. He stood for a moment staring down at her lust filled eyes; her trembling lips red and puffy from biting on them then unbuttoned his pants and shoved them to the floor. His raging cock jumped up hard and long against his stomach, reaching up past his navel. It was red, pulsing, milky fluid weeping from the swollen tip.

  He crawled back up on top of her, straddling her chest. He rubbed his cock against her lips chuckling when she thrust her head forward, trying to grasp it with her teeth, suck on it.

  “Ah, bebe. Now you see how little control you have. I make the decisions. This is what happens when I tie you down. Merde that is why you love being tied down, isn’t it, puta? Your decision is not if you will scream my name in passion, but how loudly you will scream. Not if you will come, but how many times I will let you come. And my love, I intend to tor
ment you tonight, make you pay for every one of those teasing looks, every time you challenged me, oui?”

  She moaned loudly, fighting tears of frustrated lust.

  He scooted back to her side and looked inside the red box and grinned at what he saw.

  “The warlord’s little whore must be naughty indeed, much like someone I know. Always teasing, always taunting. She likes crowds of men trailing after her. Mmm, she is a greedy little puta. I think she wonders what it would be like to have two men. One man, oui. But more than one? Is that what you want, Elena, two men—two men fucking you? Would you like that?”

  He dragged a flesh colored dildo from inside the box. Elena pulled back, her eyes wide with surprise.

  Bai held it in his hands and played it between his fingers, rubbing up and down the length of it. He looked back in the box and grinned when he pulled out a silver tin. He opened the tin and sniffed the exotic, musky odor.

  “Hmm, smell this, Elena. It smells like your pussy. Like someone captured your sweet, erotic smell. He shook his head and mused aloud, contemplating the cream and the dildo.

  “Ah, now I see how the warlord handles his little whore. Mm hmm. This is how he entertains her, lets her know what it feels like to have two men. That is smart, a wise decision for a man who will not share his petite amour.”

  He reached down and grabbed Elena’s face. His voice was harsh, raspy with emotion.

  “This is the only thing besides me that will ever be inside of you. Do you hear me, Elena? Do you understand?”

  She nodded and licked her lips. Her eyes were dark with desire. She was making soft, mewling sounds twisting and turning her body in frustration. Bai rubbed the end of the dildo across her wet pussy smiling at her groans of pleasure. He took the wet rubbery cock and stroked it across her lips.

  “Open your mouth, bebe. Suck it. Suck it the way you suck me. Suck all the juices off of it. That’s the way, fille. Like that!”