by Lee Taylor
“Cherie, come here.” He motioned to the place he indicated. When she didn’t respond, he jerked his head at the spot. “Now.”
She tossed her head, then took a couple of steps, stopping well before him.
Bai’s jaw tightened, but his smile stayed firmly in place. He murmured, “Uh uh. Not there, cherie. Here.” He pointed again. “Now.”
Elena’s cheeks flushed a hot rosy pink. She bit down on her bottom lip. With a dismissive nod, she stepped to the place he indicated.
Bai quirked a brow. “Why do you look surprised, petite fille? As I recall, I told you if you disobeyed me that I would put you on the train to Cheyenne.”
“But you didn’t say that you would come with me.” She spit out the words then pressed her lips in a firm line, her eyes swimming with angry tears.
Bai shook his head as though thoughtful, but his eyes twinkled. “I didn’t? Hmm, I must have forgotten to add that qualification. Besides, I need to talk with my sister and introduce myself to my nephews.”
“I see.”
He took a puff on his cigar and blew the smoke up into the air. He flicked an errant speck of tobacco from the corner of his mouth, then nodded at the dark gray skirt hugging her curvy hips.
“Elena, take off your skirt.”
Her eyes blazed. She crossed her arms over her chest and raised her chin defiantly.
“No. I won’t.”
Bai leaned back in the chair and raised his brows at her refusal. His voice was soft, commanding.
“Ah, mais oui, you will. Now, Elena.”
She hesitated. Throwing him a mutinous glare, she unbuttoned her skirt, dropped it to the floor, and kicked it angrily at his feet.
He grinned. “Temper, temper.”
She flushed a deeper crimson.
“Now, bebe, take off your drawers.”
“No! I…I won’t.”
Bai put his cigar in the ashtray on the side table. His jaw tightened. “Elena, Come here.”
“Why?”
“So that I can take them off for you.”
Elena’s fury overcame her obvious determination not to respond. “Damnit, Bai, what do you think you are doing?”
“Ah, cherie, you know what I am ‘doing.’ As we both recall, there was another component to our agreement. In addition to putting you on the train to Cheyenne, I also warned you that I would spank your ass. As you know, the only way I spank naughty little girls, is over my knee on their bare bottom....”
“Bai, stop. You can’t do this to me. I am angry with you. I…I hate you!”
“Ah, I can see that, cherie. Now as I said before, take off your drawers. Or, ma petite fille, I will rip them off.”
He reached out and grabbed her arm. He shook his head when she tried to break free of his relentless grasp.
“Please, cherie, do not think I am not strong enough to spank you, ma petite fille. I do have a slight problem with my left arm, but I will not allow my injury to stand in my way. A skilled healer bandaged me most expertly giving me almost full motion in my injured shoulder. And, ma fille coquine, if you choose to disobey me, I will tie you to the bed and spank you that way. Your choice, cherie.”
When she hesitated, he grinned. “That’s a good girl. Ma bonne petite fille. Over my knee. Now.”
Before she could escape, he dragged across his knee. With a quick twist, he ripped her drawers splitting them from her waist to her crotch baring her round pale globes. The sight of her delectable ass sent a rush of heat to his already aroused cock. With an appreciative groan, he muttered, “Oui, Mon Dieu, like that, ma petite.”
Before she could break free, he spanked her hard on one cheek. Smack! The loud whack reverberated around the room.
She lurched in surprise, shrieking, “Stop, Bai! Damnit, that hurts! I won’t let you do this, if you hurt me!”
He threw back his head and roared. “You are not ‘letting’ me do this, cherie. And, trust me, ma petite ami, it is going to hurt like hell!”
Ignoring her frantic attempts to free herself, he pressed his hand hard between her shoulder blades, then imprisoned her thrashing legs between his strong ankles. “Let me be clear, Elena. That first swat was for you going to the canyons in the middle of the night. This one is for not telling Wan and Wyatt where you were going. Smack!”
She shrieked and put her hands back to protect her bottom, but he shoved them aside.
“And this is for confronting Feng by yourself. Smack ! And this one is for taunting him. Smack!
“Bai, stop, damnit! You are hurting me!”
“These next three are for showing him your beautiful breasts. Smack! Smack! Smack! And the next four are for lifting your skirt and showing him your drawers and your sexy boots.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rubbing his hands over her rosy stinging cheeks, Bai’s eyes gleamed with lust. His hard prick bulged against her thighs. His voice was harsh with suppressed desire. “And this one, ma belle putain, this final one, is because one of the things that kept me alive while they beat me was envisioning spanking your beautiful ass bright red.”
He lifted her to her feet and stood her in front of him. He grinned at the dismay on her face, sensing her growing arousal from the flush on her cheeks, on her chest.
“All right, now, you may stand. I am finished for the moment.”
She wrenched out of his grip and jerked back, reaching behind to rub her bare bottom. Her face was flushed and angry tears threatened. But in addition to her anger, he saw her desire, her passion.
Her voice shook. “You hurt me, Bai.”
He raised an eyebrow, a predatory smile twitched his lips. Shifting on the chair to accommodate his burgeoning prick, he motioned to her with a nonchalant flick of his wrist. “So I did. Come here, cherie.”
He yanked her close to him and reached between her legs, breathing in the musky scent of her arousal. His voice was gruff, mocking. “Why are you wet, ma bonne putain? Mm hmm. I think you like being spanked. Oui, petite puta? You like having a rosy, hot ass, oui, ma fille mauvaise, my naughty girl? Ah that is a good thing, Elena, because that is going to happen often. Just as this is ma belle putain.”
He tumbled her to the floor. Kneeling over her, he wedged his strong thighs between her legs, pressing his throbbing cock against her crotch, ignoring her weak attempts to escape. Ripping off her chemise, he lay on top of her quivering body. Sucking in a ragged breath, he gazed in rapt excitement at her perfect breasts, naked before him. With a deep groan, he reached down and twisted one soft pink nipple and smiled when she shrieked. He leaned down and nipped at it and then bit down hard. When she cried out, he took the throbbing tip in his mouth, sucking on it until it swelled in his mouth. Mercilessly, he moved back and forth between her breasts twisting, nipping, and biting. Sucking on them as if his life depended on it.
“Mon Dieu, Elena. You are so fucking beautiful. I can never get enough of your breasts, your nipples. But for now, ma petite puta, turn over. Over. Oui, that is the way. Get up on your hands and knees, cherie. I want to take you from behind. I cannot let this glorious flaming ass go to waste.”
As she rolled to her stomach and then up on her hands and knees, he roughly twisted a large handful of her hair in his hand and jerked her head back, exposing the pale column of her throat. He licked the pulsing skin, eliciting a sharp passionate shriek as she trembled beneath him. With a mutual groan, he pressed her face against the carpeted floor, grasping her hips, pulling her ass up high.
“Ah oui, petite puta. Keep you beautiful ass high – like this -- in the air. Spread your legs, Elena. Wider, puta. Mais oui. Like that! Show me your pussy!”
A shuddering moan shook her fragile body. The sound alone drove a flash of heat to his pulsing cock. Grabbing her hand, he reached between her legs pressing her fingers against her swollen labia. “Here, bebe. Spread your lips. Oui, like that. Hold them open, petite ami. Open for me. Mon Dieu, Elena, you are drenched, soaking wet. Oui, ma petite?”
He plunged
first one finger then another and, finally a third high inside of her. His thumb tapped an erotic drumbeat against her quivering clit. Savoring her excited cries, he dragged his fingers out of the moist succulent hole. He sucked on them, then held them to her lips. “Taste this, cherie. Smell this. Mon Dieu, petite puta, your taste, your scent. I live for them!”
Blood rushed to his cock. With a frantic twist he ripped open his trousers, shoving them to his knees, freeing his turgid prick. “Damn, Elena, I can’t wait, cherie. Non, non. I must have you, bebe. Now. All of you. Now!”
He gloried in her passionate groans, her dripping cunt, her ragged panting breaths. Spreading her legs further apart, he dragged her hips hard against his thighs, jerking her flaming ass higher. With a deep vibrating groan, he drove his cock in her glistening cunt. “Ah, Christ, bebe. You are so tight. So Goddamn fucking tight. I love you, Elena!”
His blazing need encompassed him, urgent, overwhelming. With a harsh growl, he cried out, “Now, bebe, now. Come now. Come with me, now.”
They had never come so hard or so long. Their powerful climax shattered them, assaulting them both with a rush of joy.
For many long moments, they lay together buried in each other’s arms. Whispering. Sobbing. Laughing. Lacing her fingers in his silky hair Elena clasped his head tight to her chest. Tears streamed down her face. “Promise me, Bai? Promise you will never stop loving me? Promise?”
“Non, non, Elena, I will never stop loving you. And I will never let you go. You belong to me. And I belong to you, cherie.
Snuggling her tight against him, he whispered hoarsely in her ear. “Mon dieu, Elena, the only way I kept my courage tied to that post was to recreate you in my mind. I pictured your lovely face, your beautiful body, the way you love me, the way I feel when I am with you.” With a harsh groan, he added, “And how empty I am when you are not beside me.”
He kissed the tears on her cheeks, then buried his face in her beautiful hair to hide his tears.
“But now, ma belle puta, we have twelve hours from here to Denver. I will make you come for me at least once every hour, if not twice. And, mon amour, maybe one more spanking, oui?” He grinned in mock dismay. “Non? All right then, if you insist, two more.”
Much later they lay wrapped in each others arms. She traced her fingers over his firm jaw, his sensuous lips. Brushing the lock of thick black hair off his forehead, a thoughtful frown creased her brow. “Bai?”
“Yes, Elena.”
“Why did you come to me?”
Bai sighed, stroking her cheek.
“I asked you that Elena when you came to my chambers that glorious night. I remember you said because of Wyatt and Lei. It is much the same for me. Among other reasons, I am here because of your father and mine.”
Elena was surprised. She knew how angry her father and grandfather were with Bai.
He answered her unspoken question. “They shamed me, Elena. They shamed me for not having the courage to love you the way you deserve to be loved. For not honoring the brave strong woman who is more than able to share the life of the leader of the Sing Leon.”
“Bai, I know you worry about me. You are afraid for me. That something bad will happen to me. That you won’t be able to protect me. And, I…I have given you reason to be afraid. I am sorry I did.”
“Oui, Elena, that is true. But I must release my fear. I must stop seeing you as the terrified woman at the waterfall or the saloon.”
“Can you do that?”
“Oui. I have a new vision of my woman. When my fears torment me, attack my reason, I will see you as who you are. I will see the woman strong enough, brave enough, and smart enough to save me. You saved my life, Elena. In much the way that I saved yours. I will see you flaunting your beautiful saucy ass and bringing the leader of the Rongue Ri to his knees. Not only bringing him down, cherie, but beating him to death.”
Elena blushed. Dismay shadowed her face.
Bai held her close. “Non, non, Elena, don’t apologize for what you did. He deserved to die -- just the way you killed him. You stopped him, Elena. You opened the way for the cease fire we achieved. You helped me prevent a war.
“Ah, just think, cherie, instead of being afraid of the Frenchman, they will now be afraid of the Frenchman’s Woman.”
She looked embarrassed, but her eyes sparkled with pride.
He stroked her cheek. “Ah, Elena, cherie. You have a beast in you.”
He grinned in appreciation and sucked on the sensitive space below her ear, and laughed when she shrieked at his tickling kisses.
“I tell you as your lover, it is a raging beast. Mm hmm. A beast with great appetites, grandes passions les desires.”
She blushed but grinned a knowing, satisfied smile.
“Don’t ever let it shame you, cherie. Embrace it the way you taught me to embrace mine. Revel in it, Elena, the way you taught me to revel in mine.”
He held her face and looked deep in her eyes.
“In answer to your question, cherie, that is why I am here. You are my woman; the Frenchman’s Woman. I cannot --- and will not -- live without you.”
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Epilogue
They sat under the leafy oak tree beside the stream. The late afternoon sun cast shadows on her rosy cheeks. Her soft, silky drawers clung to her damp curves. Bai held her close. He drank in her exotic odor mixed with the fresh scent of wild flowers and spicy pine. They spent the morning riding through the canyons Elena loved as a girl and came to the stream to swim and picnic, just the two of them. Bai knew Elena and her brothers, along with Wyatt and Lei, spent many happy days of her childhood at this stream. It was also the place where Wyatt and Lei chose to be married.
He murmured in her ear, “The last time I was here, cherie, was for their lovely wedding. I remember the day well. It was a fitting place for them to marry while we waited to hear if Wyatt won the governorship. I also remember the skinny little red haired girl directing the entertainment. Ah oui, such a fille authoritaire peu; making her brothers sing, then join her in a dance.”
Elena laughed at the memory. “You’re right, Bai. I wrote a song then made Alex sing it with me. Even though Nicolas Deshi was only three years old, I insisted he dance with me. But he wanted to swoop around like a fierce Indian. I guess I was a little bossy…”
“Ah, cherie, you kept us all in line, just the way you do now.”
He drew her down on the blanket and lay beside her, propped up on one arm. He slipped his other hand, the arm that was injured, under her chemise and traced lazy circles on her back and down across her bottom. Sliding his fingers beneath her French drawers, he cupped her ass. He smiled and leaned down to nuzzle her ear when she moaned.
He whispered in a husky voice, “Cherie, as you know, my arm and shoulder are practically healed. Now you can stop ‘letting’ me take down your pants to turn you over my knee to spank you.”
She squirmed closer to him with a breathy giggle.
“Mais oui, mon amour. I’ll soon be strong enough that I can start adding the whip.”
“Jesus God, Bai!” She sprang up and pushed him down on his back. Climbing up on top of him, she captured his hands in hers and pressed them against his chest. A fierce expression stormed her face.
He laughed out loud and reached up to pinch the soft corner of her mouth. “Ah, cherie, non, non. Not the hard whip; le whip en chamber francais, the French bedroom whip.”
With a quick twist, he flipped her over, capturing her wriggling body with his unyielding weight.
“Oui, it is like a feather—feathery touches -- tracing special places on your body….
“Here.” He ran his fingers lightly over her shoulders, “Or here,” he said, as he traced his fingers down her back across her bottom, smiling at her shiver. “Or here in this special place,” he said, pinching the sensitive space where the curve of her ass met the top of her thigh. He laughed at her involuntary flinch and soft moan.
“Then an occasional sting – flick
-- the bite of the whip!”
She yelped in surprise and jerked away.
He shouted out a laugh. “Ah, mais oui. A little mix of pain with the pleasure --- douleur avec le plaisir--hard to tell the pain from the pleasure…Oui mon amour? Ma petite puta? Of course, you will need to wear a blindfold or you might not be surprised…”
She groaned and tried to shove him away, but he pinned her down and held her close.
“Perhaps I will need to tie you down, ma seule petite feisty. Oui?”
Before she could twist away, he kneed her legs apart, sliding his talented fingers inside her slick folds. “Ah, feel here, cherie. You are wet just thinking about it. Hmm. Wet, just thinking about it.”
She struggled against him, then with a mighty shove and skilled kung fu twist, she wrenched free and rolled him to his back. Perching triumphantly on top of him, she straddled his thighs, her lips quirking in a saucy grin.
“Before you start swinging your whip around, don’t forget, Bai, you aren’t the only one with a beast inside.”
He lay back in mock surrender, laugh lines crinkling around his eyes.
“How could I forget, cherie? Mon Dieu, the things you do to me…what a dangerous life I live.”
She dropped down with a sigh burying her face against his shoulder. They snuggled together then Bai rolled her off of him and lay next to her. He brushed her fiery hair off her face. Lifting her chin between his thumb and fingers, he gazed hungrily in her eyes.
“Elena?”
“Yes, Bai.”
“Will you marry me?”
She started in surprise, then a lovely glow flushed her cheeks. She raised a brow, as if dismayed. “You want me to become the Frenchman’s Wife?”
