by Taylor Lee
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.
She was clinging to his neck and arching her hips up to his murmuring, “No, no, Bai, not here, not now.”
“Elena, I have a problem, in truth I believe that WE have a problem. Something is wrong with my English--or perhaps it is a problem with yours.”
She was writhing on the ground clutching at his hips.
“Cherie, this is what I mean. When you say no you mean yes. When you say yes you mean no. When I touch you on your breasts, pull on your nipples like this, bite them—oui, like that! But what do you say when they are hard and long and aching to be sucked? You say, ‘No Bai, don’t, Bai’.”
She moaned a deep throaty sound and arched up, frantically pushing her nipples closer to his mouth.
“And look at your cunt, bebe. It is crying out for my touch, for my lips; I think perhaps for my big cock? Yes, petite amie? But listen to you, ‘No, no, Bai. You mustn’t’.”
He was smiling, running his hands over her trembling, shuddering body. Then he lay beside her and rested on one elbow, looking down at her flushed face, her lush swollen mouth, but also saw the tears in her eyes, the wet stains on her hot cheeks.
“But first, bebe, before I make passionate love to you, you need to tell me what caused these, what made these angry, sad tears on your beautiful face?”
She buried her face in his shoulder as a sob wracked her body.
“Ah, cherie. Non, non. This won’t do. I can’t have my beautiful bebe crying in my arms.
“Talk to me, ma petite.”
“Bai?”
“Yes, Elena?”
She sobbed harder, louder, taking small gasps of air.
“Ah, ma petite amie. You must tell me.”
She choked back a sob and struggled to speak, her voice muffled with unshed tears.
“Bai, do you promise to tell me the truth if I ask you a question?”
“Yes, cherie. I will never lie to you.”
“Prom…Promise me?” Her question caught in her sobs.
“Ah, ma petite fille, I promise you the world …”
“No! I don’t want the world, just the truth.”
“Always, first and foremost, the truth. Now, ma petite fille triste, my little sad girl, talk to me.”
Elena took a deep breath and her words came out in an incoherent rush.
“Bai… do you… do you wish I was Chinese? I mean…I know you love me, but do you wish that I had been Chinese instead of a white girl? I mean to say…I know… I have some Apache and Mexican in me, I’m not just white…but do you, would you rather that I was like…you know, Chinese, like you are and Lei and my grandfather?”
“And Jeng Ming?” he added.
“Yes.”
A smile crossed his face, knowing what caused this flood of anxious tears, but when he looked down at her earnest face staring up at him; her eyes wide with fear he forced any hint of mirth from his expression.
He tried to look thoughtful as if he was considering her question.
When he hesitated, a frown crossed her face and her lips trembled.
“Ah, ma petite fille, that is a serious question indeed. But before I can answer, I must ask you some questions. Is that permitted in this truth gathering exercise?”
She nodded swiping at the tears on her cheeks.
“Your question is would I like a different Elena, perhaps a Chinese Elena, better than you, my Elena? Is that your question?”
She nodded.
“Hmm, will you permit me to use this hypothetical Elena, as a stand in for you, as I try to answer your question? We can call her the Ersatz Elena; ersatz-- a wonderful French sounding word that means false, oui? That will help me answer your question if we have an Ersatz Elena to compare to you.”
A frown creased her forehead. “I’m not sure I understand, but if that is what you want…what you need…”
“Ah, good, that will help me.
“My first question then, is this. Will this Ersatz Elena have a cloud of glorious dark red hair falling in unruly curls down her back, curls so wild that whenever I see her hair pinned up struggling to be free, I want to reach out and loosen her pins and let that glorious liquid fire burn free? Hair so filled with red and gold it shames the most beautiful sunset over the mountains just before dusk?”
When she frowned, as though trying to decide if he was teasing her, he said, “Non? Hmm, I see.
“Well then, will this Ersatz Elena have sapphire blue eyes that turn violet when she is angry and bright purple when she is aroused and when she first wakes up in the morning, will they be the color of the bluest sky the heavens make?
“Non? Hmm. I see. Then this Ersatz Elena will need to have lips so full, so lush that every time I see them, I want to push my tongue between them. Drive them open so that I can play with her tongue and teeth while she whimpers and moans like you are moaning now.”
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.