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

by Taylor Lee

  She nodded.

  “Where, how?”

  “You do it. I’ll tell you if you are right.”

  He reached out tentatively and touched the side of her breast.

  “Here, like this?”

  She moved his hand down and nodded.

  He reached out and touched the other breast this time closer to her nipple and said, “Here? Like this?”

  She shook her head yes.

  He swallowed hard and then reached out and took her nipple in his fingers and squeezed it.

  “Here, like this?”

  She shook her head no.

  He roughly reached out for the other nipple and twisted it hard.

  “Yes?”

  Again, she shook her head no.

  “This?” As he reached out and took both breasts in his hands.

  “No.”

  “This.” He took both nipples and twisted them harder, his expression fierce, tortured.

  She had tears in her eyes. “No, Wyatt. No, honey.”

  “This?’”

  He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on her hard.

  “Oh god, no, honey! He never did anything like that. He touched me ever so lightly. He told me that I was more beautiful than he imagined, and then he burst into tears and left the room.”

  He stared at her, tears in his eyes. After a moment, he grabbed one of the pillows from the sofa. He threw it on the floor, then reached for her, laying her on the floor, her head resting on the pillow. He lay beside her and slowly began to stroke her breasts. She moaned when he brushed his fingers across her nipples. Lightly feathering the tips of first one then the other, her nipples hardened under his teasing touch. She shivered, her face flushing with desire. He shoved her camisole down to her waist, then took one throbbing nub in his mouth and sucked on it. When she wriggled and sighed, he bit down hard. She shrieked, then groaned with pleasure and pushed up against him. He took the other nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting then teasing the tip with his tongue. Back and forth from one hard nipple to the other he rolled the sensitive nubs between the ends of his fingers, then sucked the tips until they were long, hard and reddened. She writhed beneath him, pushing up against him. He was fierce and thorough, knowing just what to do to bring her to the edge of an orgasm. The musky odor rising from between her legs confirmed her arousal. She cried out, soft, passionate cries, begging him not to stop. She pushed up against him trembling, panting, her breath coming in throaty gasps of air.

  He whispered to her, “I’m not going to stop until you come, baby. I want you to come for me, now, while I do this to you. Can you do that for me, honey? Can you come for me, Lei? While I suck on you and bite you and pull your nipples hard like this?” She sobbed, thrashing beneath him her body shuddering with deep passionate tremors. He sucked harder when he felt her body begin to convulse.

  “Now, honey, come now. That’s my baby! Yeah, that’s how you come for me, don’t you, Lei? Oh yeah, honey, just like that!”

  She cried out as her orgasm flooded over her in deep waves of passion.

  He held her for several long moments as she slowly quieted, her pants changing to hard breaths and finally to deep shuddering sighs.

  “Oh, god, Wyatt. I love you so much. I love you. I love you.”

  Tears rolled down her cheeks as she reached up to pull him close to her.

  “Wyatt, do you understand how much I love you?”

  He nodded and held her tight against him, letting the tears that he had been holding back, fall. They lay crying and then laughing, as they brushed the tears off each other’s face.

  They lay together, stroking and holding one another. They murmured loving words, reliving the passionate love they had made to each other.

  Many minutes later, Wyatt leaned over and whispered in her ear.

  “Tell me, honey, does your guy ever let you get fucked up the ass when you are sucking him off?”

  She gulped in surprise and then recovered.

  “I’m afraid there is a little problem with that. My man doesn’t share.”

  “Well, then, I’ll bet he has all the right equipment.”

  He grinned. “That’s what they make dildos and butt plugs for, honey—for men like yours who won’t share.”

  She was quiet for a moment then said with an insolent smile, “On second thought, sexy ass, we might want to try out that combination on you. How would you like to get done front and back at the same time?’

  Wyatt choked. He gaped at her in surprise.

  “Why, cowboy, I do believe I’ve made you blush. That’s a definite then. I’ll get the particulars from my man and know what to do next time.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  “Yeah we will.”

  She grinned and added, “You got that, honey?”

  ~~~

  The next day was Election Day. No one knew how long it would take to get the returns; that evening at the earliest. They decided it was a good day to get married.

  ~~~

  Epilogue

  They agreed they wanted to be married by the stream. She said she loved the permanence and shade of the big tree. He said he loved the way the sunlight played across the stream, highlighting her naked body when she swam.

  Chief performed the ceremony using the traditional Apache chants and customs. Joey added the ancient Chinese Kung fu warrior supplications for peace, wisdom, and prosperity. Wan gave a beautiful blessing in Chinese. Alex and Elena surprised them with a song they had written and Nicolas Deshi swooped and danced as they sang.

  Wyatt and Lei stood hand in hand and pledged each other that they would love and cherish one another for all of their days. Lei looked up at this man that she had loved from the moment she saw him. She reveled in the way he looked at her. The combination of love and lust never failed to light fires of desire in her. Seeing the twinkle in his eyes and the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, she knew he saw what she was thinking and feeling. He knew because he felt the same way. He could not look at her or think about this woman without being consumed with love and passion and it was written all over his face.

  When the ceremony was finished, they all sat down to the picnic dinner that Theresa had prepared and toasted the glorious couple with love and best wishes.

  As the sun was beginning to set, and they were packing up to return to the ranch, as husband and wife, Keith rode up, his face flushed with exertion. He hopped off his horse and went over to Tom and hurriedly told him the news.

  Tom shook his head and with his eyes dancing with excitement walked over to Lei and said, “You said you wanted to be the wife of the Governor of Wyoming. Congratulations, Mrs. McManus; you too, Governor!”

  After they all had laughed and cried and congratulated one another in excitement and delight, Wyatt stepped over and whispered to her, “I love you, Lei. You are my wife, my love, and my passion. You belong to me and I belong to you. I will love you and honor you until the day I die.”

  He kissed her and then grinned, “You got that, honey?”

  ~The End~

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  The Frenchman’s Woman

  By

  Taylor Lee

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  Chapter 1

  Villa de las Vistas

  California

  June, 1905

  Jake’s cock ‘bout jumped out of his pants when he saw her. He whispered to himself, “Je - sus, will you look at them titties and, Christ, that ass.” He signaled silence to his men and waved them forward to one of the purtiest sights they were ever gonna see.

  They snuck up to the waterfall to wash off a month of stink, but someone beat them to it. And that someone looked like a fuckin’ angel sent from God above. Jake exchanged lecherous glances with his men, then laid low in the brush, and took in the heaven sent sight in front of them.

  Her face looked like a kid, all young and innocent. But that body sure as hell wasn’t. And goddamn, she was all but naked. That flimsy little lacy th
ing she had on her top barely covered her tits, and her nipples were pokin’ up from the cold water. Christ, talk about two handfuls of hot womanly flesh topped off with them sweet pink, pointy tips! As he watched, his tongue nearly hanging out and drool running down his chin, she rolled over. As she dove under the water, her ass shot up in the air. Like her top, the lacy drawers didn’t cover a goddamn thing. Damn, he saw her ass cheeks and pussy hairs right through the wet cloth. He nodded to his men. Together they let out a soft mutual grunt.

  She stood up and started back to the edge, water running in rivulets down her slender curvy body. She shook out her long dark red hair. It shone in the sunlight like fire sprinkled with gold. Wringing out her thick rope of hair, she tossed it back over her shoulders. It hung in long strands down her naked back then sprang up in wild curls when she shook it free. She hummed as she walked back to the pile of clothes she’d thrown in a careless heap by the side of the pool.

  Yeah, they were on Tong land, Chink gang land, Wan Chang’s land. But, hell, the waterfall was the only watering hole in miles. A month of hard riding and living in dirty caves made the thought of washing off their shit worth takin’ a chance. The waterfall was nearly on white man’s land. If they heard anyone comin’ they could always run like hell to safety. Lookin’ at the young girl in front of them pullin’ her riding breeches up over her wet curvy ass, Jake was sure his men would agree. If they all had to die, this was a hellova way to go. Plus, this was no Chink cunt, no way. This was one sweet assed white girl who the angels above, or more likely the devils below, were servin’ up to four hungry men.

  ~~~

  Elena smelled them before she saw them. She kept her eyes down, looking for the pistol she knew was somewhere in her pile of clothes. Somehow, she had to get her gun and make it to her horse tied over by the ridge. Ignoring the rustling sounds, she buttoned her pants and reached down to get her shirt.

  “No you don’t, sweet tits. You ain’t gonna need to put on any more clothes becuz that’ll jest be more for us to take off, right, boys?” a man said with a lewd chuckle.

  Elena looked up to see four men striding out of the brush toward her. Terrified screams stuck in her throat. Her heart beat so hard it threatened to escape from her chest. The men were filthy, their clothes ragged. They had the hard weathered look of men who lived far from civilization. Their flinty eyes and the guns hung low on their hips confirmed they were part of the outlaw gangs her grandfather warned her about. The only thing more disgusting than their filthy clothes was their smell, as they moved to surround her.

  Kicking aside her clothes, she dove for her gun buried beneath her shirt. She rolled over and came up from the ground firing wildly. As if in a dream, she heard a man scream. She forced herself to stand and aim, but it was too late. The huge man in front jumped her, grabbing for her gun. She swung the silver hand-tooled butt of her gun, smashing him in the face with all her might. Blood spurting from his nose, he bellowed like an enraged bull. She twisted free and ran for her horse, firing over her shoulder. She fumbled with the reins and managed to get them free. Throwing herself halfway up on her sorrel mare, she screamed, “Go, Magic!”

  A big fist grabbed her foot, yanking her from her horse. Screaming, she held on to the reins as Magic charged forward, dragging her on the ground behind her. She shot at the grimy man who held her foot, but missed his face, just nicking his ear. He hollered in pain and let go of her foot. As she twisted, trying to grasp the reins and mount her horse, she lost her grip on her gun. Shots rang out. The whistle of a bullet whizzed close by her head.

  “Christ, Clem, kill the horse, don’t kill the bitch!” someone yelled.

  Clinging to the reins with both hands, she bumped along on the ground behind the terrified horse. She struggled to get to her feet. Suddenly the reins went slack. Magic stood heaving in front of her. Unable to stop, Elena plowed into her horse. She cried in shock when she saw blood pouring out of the bullet holes on her mare’s chest. Seeing the terror in Magic’s eyes, her pained shudders, Elena knew Magic was hurt badly.

  Before she could react, the big man threw an arm across her neck and choked her hard. Obscenities filled her ears as his grip tightened on her throat. She went limp, pretending to faint. When he loosened his hold, she whirled with a practiced turn, and a fierce spirit yell, and drove her knee up hard in his groin. He screamed, doubling over with pain. Elena ran as fast as she could. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the scraggly blond coming toward her at an angle. When he was almost on her, she swung toward him. With a warrior cry, she flipped through the air, smashed her heel in his oncoming shoulder with an audible crack, knocking him to the ground. She dropped to her hands and knees and turned to take on the others when she heard three metallic clicks. She looked up to see a rifle and two pistols inches from her face.

  “You goddamn cunt! You fuckin’ bitch! She-devil! Move and you’ll ‘ave three bullets in your mug.”

  Elena crouched on the ground and stared up at the big man holding a rifle six inches in front of her. Ugly trickles of blood ran from his broken nose down his filthy face into his straggly beard. His free hand protectively clutched his groin. His eyes flashed black with rage. One of the other men lay sprawled on the ground, cursing and crying. His shirt and hands were covered with blood. He gripped his shoulder where Elena’s bullet had lodged. The man who grabbed her foot was bleeding from the side of his head where her bullet nicked his ear. He was holding two guns, one in either hand, their barrels like dark holes almost touching her skin.

  “Git ‘er, Clem,” the big man growled. “Git a knife to ‘er throat, Pete, if she so much as twitches, shoot ‘er in the face.”

  With a single move, the filthy man called Clem grabbed her hair, brutally dragging her head back. Elena felt the sting of his blade against her neck. She stopped struggling, forcing her breath to quiet. She needed to think. Someone kicked her from behind, forcing her forward. Her face hit the dirt.

  Scraping the blood off his chin, Jake growled, “Pick ‘er up. Tie ‘er fuckin’ hands, Pete. Keep that knife at ‘er throat, Clem. She don’t look like a Chink, but she sure as hell fights like one. Don’t give ‘er any space. Seems we got us a little tiger cub who likes to fight. Fuck, that jest makes it more interestin’, right boys?”

  “You got that right, Jake. We like ‘em when they put up a fight. Shows they want it bad!” Clem chortled.

  Pete grabbed her hands behind her and bent her arms up hard. Elena cried out in pain.

  “Yeah, bitch. You jest keep cryin’ like that. Hope you ‘ave lots of tears and screams stored up, cuz you’re gonna need ‘em in the next while.”

  Pete held her tight while Clem tied her hands high on her back, the rope cutting into her wrists.

  “Should we tie ‘er feet together, Jake?”

  “Fuck no, Pete. We need those legs of ‘ers as far apart as they can go!”

  All three men guffawed as the big man they called Jake pulled her up to her feet.

  “Okay, cunt. Listen up. First we’re gonna bring you over in front of Sam ‘ere. He ain’t gonna have much fun with that bullet in ‘im. Least you can watch, right, Sam? Hell, maybe you can jerk yourself off with your good hand,” Jake said with a salacious grin.

  Sam growled in fury and pain. “Fuck you, Jake. You jest make sure that bitch is screamin’ so loud they’ll hear ‘er up at Wan Chang’s. Then I want ‘er bleedin’ like a stuck pig when they find ‘er.”

  “That sounds like a hell of a plan, Sam. Only I don’t want ‘er screams to bring any of them Chinks before we’re done with ‘er. Let’s tie this bandana around that pouty little mouth of ‘ers; right after I kiss it, that is!” Jake said with a hideous roar of laughter.

  Elena fought as hard as she could, twisting her head from side to side, but he gripped her hair, smashing his filthy mouth full of blackened teeth and empty spaces over her mouth. She gagged from the foul stench, but when he pried her teeth open with his gritty tongue, she bit down as hard as she coul
d.

  Jake threw back his head roaring in pain. Blood spurted out of his mouth. He threw her to the ground. “You goddamn fuckin’ little she-devil. Christ, you’ll pay for that, you little cunt!”

  He kicked her in the stomach then hoisted her up by her hair and slapped her hard across her face.

  “Okay, boys, I’m done playin’ around. Let’s git to work. Get them breeches off ‘er, Pete. That’s the way. Now we’re gittin’ somewhere. Rip them lacy things off ‘er too. She ain’t gonna be needin’ ‘em any more.” Jake’s voice shook with an ugly mix of lust and rage. Blood and spittle shot out with every word.

  Elena’s head snapped back when he slapped her. She was blinded by the pain. Mercifully the tight ropes deadened the ferocious pain that racked her arms and shoulders. She was hot with shame that these filthy men would be the first and last to see her naked. While every instinct told her to keep fighting, a voice deep in her soul told her not to give these animals the satisfaction. She forced herself to take deep breaths and promised herself that she would not cry out or beg for mercy. She would move away, somewhere far away, deep in her spirit. If she was going to die, that is where she would die.

  Jake held her up under her arms bending them even higher behind her. Pete and Clem unbuttoned their pants, but Jake shook his head.