by Taylor Lee
“I hate you. Leave me alone!” she sobbed, trying to break free from the tight circle of his arms.
“Non, non. Shh, Elena, don’t cry. You are okay, little girl.” He rubbed her back and pushed her hair away from her face.
He had called her that the day at the waterfall. It infuriated her that even now he thought of her as a child. She put her hands on his chest and pushed hard against him, her voice an angry shriek.
“Damn you! I’m not a little girl!”
He pulled her closer to him, holding her hands in his. He felt her full breasts against his chest. He resisted the impulse to slip his hands inside her dress and cup them. He wanted to touch her nipples, pull on the tips, pinch them, make them hard, and, yes, feed them into his mouth and suck on them.
“No, you’re not a little girl,” he said with a grimace. Feeling his erection harden, he knew his prick agreed. He breathed in her exotic spicy smell and his prick swelled more.
“Elena, Elena, don’t fight me. Let me hold you. I…I want to kiss you, cherie.”
He leaned down and took her face in his hands. He gently kissed the tears on her cheeks. Her eyes flew open, startled as his lips found their way to hers. He began kissing her, murmuring soft words, telling her she had a beautiful mouth, ripe, made for kissing. At first he kept his kisses gentle, tugging and nipping at the corners of her mouth. He didn’t want to frighten her. But just the touch of her soft lips, her exotic smell, her surprised moans, made his cock rear up. He wanted more, he needed more, and goddamn, he had to have more. With a soft groan he gave in to the desire sweeping his body. He pressed his tongue against her teeth forcing her mouth open. He drove his tongue in deeper, harder, more demanding.
“Mon dieu, you are so goddamn beautiful, Elena. I want to touch you, feel you, and taste you—every part of your beautiful body.”
With a tortured groan, he ran his hands over her trembling body, down across her breasts to the delicious curves of her hips to her beautiful ass. Shock waves shot up his thighs to his prick when he felt her plump toned cheeks. A lightening strike of lust hit him. He spread her legs with his strong thighs and pressed his hard cock up against her groin.
Elena pulled back at first, gasping in surprise. But when his tongue went deep in her mouth, a wave of desire swept over her, shattering her with powerful sensations. He smelled like tobacco and champagne and that sexy male smell she remembered from when he held her in the barn after he spanked her. Before she knew what she was doing, she was kissing him back. She reached up to bury her hands in his hair, tugging him down harder, as their tongues met fiercely devouring one another in a blistering kiss.
She moaned and trembled, whispering, “Oh, God, oh, my God,” again and again. He jerked her dress up around her hips. Pressing his knee between her bare legs he rode her hard across his strong thigh. His hands were all over her, on her ass, between her thighs, then up to cup her breasts. She cried out, digging her fingers in his back clutching him tighter and tighter. She was stunned at the waves of sensation rolling over her. It was like an inferno of raging desire. She had never felt anything like this. She was both frightened and frantic, not wanting him to stop. All she wanted was to feel him hard against her and to kiss and taste all of him.
~~~
Taking a deep aroused breath, Bai began to pull back, still murmuring soft words, stroking her. Then, as though she was a small child, he picked her up and rocked her in his strong arms. He stood her up and reluctantly slid her dress back down over her hips.
His voice was ragged.
“That’s enough, little girl. Not here, petite amie. Not here. Not like this. That’s enough for tonight, ma petite fille.”
She stepped back, shocked. Her legs were shaking so hard she could barely stand.
“I…I am not a little girl. Goddamn you, Bai, I am a woman!”
He chuckled, “Mais, qui, I believe you are right about that. You are making a convincing case, cherie.”
He took her hand and rubbed it against his throbbing cock. He whispered, “I think a woman’s body did this to me. If I reach up between your legs and touch you there, will you be wet? Hmm, very wet? Ah oui, of that, cherie, I am sure. Yes, Elena?”
She stepped back, her face paled, her eyes widening as a realization hit her. Shaking with disbelief then anger, she said, “Lei told you what I said, didn’t she? She did, didn’t she? Were you talking about me, how stupid I am? How I don’t know anything? Were you laughing at me? You were, weren’t you?”
“Elena, stop. And yes, Lei did say something to me. She wanted me to know that you misunderstood what happened to you and to me in the barn.”
Elena continued to move back. Her face flushed, her eyes flashed angrily. She was shaking, but managed to smooth her dress, square her shoulders, and glare at him.
“How dare you talk about me with Lei? Laugh at me? How dare you? Get away from me. I hate you, Bai, I despise you. Do you hear me? Don’t you ever touch me again. Ever! If you come near me again, I will tell my father and Grandfather Wan. Do you hear me?”
He stared at her furious face and stepped back, startled at her words. As they sunk in, a wave of contemptuous cold anger settled over him.
“I take it back. I thought for a moment there might be a different Elena in there, a woman worth knowing. But I was wrong. I was right before. You are a child, a spoiled irrational child given to temper tantrums and making scenes. By all means, go back to the party. Tell any goddamn person you see any goddamn thing you choose. Tell them I attacked you—assaulted you. Cry and sob like a baby to get the attention you are accustomed to getting. But, goddamn you, Elena, stay away from me. And you do not have to worry about me touching you again. I don’t fuck children.”
He turned away from her. His face was tight with anger. He strode across the yard back to the house slamming the door behind him.
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Chapter 19
Wyatt and Wan sat in Wan’s office smoking cigars and sipping bourbon. Wyatt’s face was tight with emotion, as was Wan’s. Lei was with Elena in her chambers. The three of them had met her in the hallway when she came back from the garden, looking flushed and disheveled.
Wyatt grabbed hold of her arm, his face was fierce, his voice was cold.
“Are you hurt?”
She shook her head. “No, I am okay. Really, Father, I am fine. I just want to go to my chambers. Please let me go. I want to be alone.”
She turned and ran up the stairs to her chambers. Wyatt and Lei exchanged a concerned look.
“Wyatt, she looks fine. I do not believe that Bai would hurt her. I’ll go to her. You two stay here. And stop worrying, Wyatt. Please remember that Elena is twenty years old – the same age I was when I met you.”
Wyatt managed an ironic grin.
“That’s what worries me.”
~~~
“Wan, is there somewhere you can send Bai for a month or two, at least until Elena is ready to start her internship?”
Wan shook his head puffing on his cigar.
“I know he is your right hand man, but surely …”
He stopped, seeing the look on Wan’s face.
“Wyatt, you know that my organization is facing serious challenges. I need Bai here. He runs my entire operation. If you think it is necessary, perhaps Elena should go back to Wyoming with you and Lei.”
“You and I both know Elena will not agree to that, Wan. She is determined to strike out on her own. If anything, my concern is that she will insist on leaving here and go to San Francisco before we are able to arrange security for her at the university. But if Bai could go….”
Wan held up his hand. “Stop, Wyatt.”
He looked down for a moment then looked up, his face was impassive. “Wyatt, Bai is my son.”
Wyatt’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. After a long moment of stunned silence, he said, “I see. Does he know that?”
“Yes, we have been connected as father and son since his birth. His mother is the woman I lo
ve with all my heart.”
Wyatt paused again, then cleared his throat. “I see. Who is she? And where is she?”
“She lives in France. She refuses to come to this country. She is offended at the way Chinese are treated here and frightened by the Tong lifestyle. Bai and I visit her on occasion. She is an extremely beautiful woman. As with Lei, my children have been fortunate to have the beautiful mothers they have. Her influence accounts for most of Bai’s good looks, as well as his knowledge of languages and culture. She wanted him to stay in France, not leave Europe. When he was twelve, he declared he would live only with me. She opposed him coming here, but he insisted. As you are aware, Bai is a forceful personality.”
Wyatt nodded. “Yes, and now that I know he is your son, it explains a lot.”
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Without waiting for a response, Bai strode in the room. He looked from one to the other and said in a cold voice, “I assumed that you would want to speak with me.”
“Sit down, Bai,” Wan said, nodding to a chair across from Wyatt.
“Thank you, I prefer to stand.”
Wan held his gaze for a moment. “Bai, I told Wyatt that you are my son.”
Bai blanched and a harsh flush of anger crossed his face. “You had no right to do that, Fùqīn, without my permission.”
“Given the situation with Elena, I felt it was essential,” Wan said with a sigh.
With barely controlled fury, Bai said, “There is no ‘situation’ with Elena. I assure both of you, your precious Elena is safe, unharmed. I will not approach her in any way in the future.”
Wyatt sat back in his chair and puffed on his cigar. Looking through half closed eyes at the tall elegant young man who was vibrating with anger, he said, “Hmm, somehow that is not reassuring.”
“You can be reassured, Wyatt, and you too, Father. Elena and I have nothing in common. She is a spoiled, headstrong, obnoxious brat. But you both know that, given that you are largely responsible for that fact.”
Ignoring Bai’s insolence, Wyatt said, “You seemed to have something in common tonight.”
Bai flushed again, then looking hard at Wyatt, he said in his clipped cultured voice, “You are mistaken. Tonight confirmed once again how little we have in common. You will be pleased to know that I do not dally with children.”
Wyatt responded in an even tone, but his eyes were hard. “Are you telling me that tonight is the only time that you and Elena have ‘dallied’?”
“Yes.”
Bai hesitated then with a defiant lift of his chin added, “Except when I spanked her.”
Wyatt’s eyebrows shot up. He didn’t try to mask his surprise.
“You spanked Elena? My daughter? Wan’s granddaughter?”
“Yes, I did. Whether you agree or not, she deserved it. In fact, she needed it. Perhaps if she had been spanked years ago, she would not need it as badly as she does now.”
Wyatt’s eyes narrowed. He mumbled almost to himself, “Hmm, I seem to remember thinking that about Lei…when I spanked her … the first time.”
The barest glimmer of a smile touched Wyatt’s eyes. He added, “I think I even told Lei at that time that someday a guy would be wondering why Elena had not been spanked.”
The three of them were silent, each trying to absorb the enormity of what had been said.
Wyatt spoke first. “Wan, does Lei know that Bai is your son?”
Bai broke in angrily, before Wan could answer. “No, she does not. My father and I agreed that we would not disclose that fact to anyone, including Lei. We did not until my father chose to break his oath by speaking of this to you.”
Wan ignored Bai and said to Wyatt, “Lei has such anger about her mother and my treatment of her, I did not want to hurt her further.”
“Yes, my father did not want to confess that he has another woman – another mother of his children, safely squirreled away in another country.”
“Bai, that is enough.”
“I agree, Fùqīn. It is quite enough. This conversation is over. As I said to you both earlier, you do not need to concern yourself with Elena and me. Unlike every man within twenty miles of her, I do not find her appealing. I assure you, she feels the same way about me. Indeed, we despise each other.”
With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, closing the door solidly behind him.
Wan and Wyatt were quiet for several moments. Finally, Wyatt spoke in a thoughtful voice. “I don’t know why I didn’t see it until now. In addition to the physical similarity, he has assumed your ‘mannerisms,’ as well.”
“If you are saying that he is as hard and unyielding as I am, you are correct. I want you to know, Wyatt, I love Bai as much as I love Lei. They are my children. Bai and his mother both insisted that I not reveal his paternity. I have always regretted that I agreed. I am proud of my son and would be honored to declare him.”
“I can see that, Wan. You can and should be proud of Bai. He is a fine man. You know how much I admire and respect him. However, I don’t believe him.”
Wan frowned, as though not understanding Wyatt’s remark.
Wyatt said with a slight smile, “When he says that he and Elena despise one another, I think he ‘doth protest too much.’”
His grin broadened. “Yeah, Wan, let’s face it. The spanking is a dead giveaway. Even I have to admit, Elena’s been begging to be spanked for a long time. She’s kinda like her stepmother in that way.”
They sat for several moments and then Wan said, “Wyatt, in addition to being my son, Bai is also my heir apparent. In time, he will be the leader of the Sing Leon.”
“Yeah, Wan. I’ve known that for some time. It has now taken on new meaning, – as I am sure you understand.” Wyatt said with a rueful shake of his head.
~~
Chapter 20
Bai paced up and down in his office. He tried to focus on his work. After several attempts, he conceded it was impossible. Too much had happened tonight. He needed to think it through. No use trying to pretend these were minor issues. He was furious with his father for breaking his oath. It was a sacred bond between them. He was shocked and angry that Wan had betrayed his confidence--to Wyatt of all people. Bai admired Wyatt, second only to his father. But Wyatt was Lei’s husband and Elena’s father. While he wanted to believe that Wyatt would not tell either of them, he had never thought that his father would reveal their relationship.
All because of what Wan had called “the situation with Elena.” He hoped he made it clear to them both that there wasn’t a situation. Yes, there had been incidents, but that was the past. He was now as clear as he could ever be. From the first day at the waterfall, it was obvious Elena was trouble. He pegged her from the beginning. She is a willful, spoiled child. His mistake was to think and act otherwise, to succumb to her beautiful face, her body. He can’t deny she has a woman’s body and probably a decent mind. And yes, she’s spirited. No wonder he found her attractive; she is.
For one minute he allowed himself to think about how she looked in that gorgeous dress. He remembered her coming down the stairs to greet Wan, the way she had blushed when she saw him. She was a vision. That fiery hair, her beautiful pale skin that flushed when she was angry or excited, those sapphire eyes. Christ, why not admit it? She may be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And as long as he was acknowledging her beauty, why not also remember what she felt like in his arms. Jesus, her breasts, her nipples -- the way they peaked, hardened. All he had done was rub them, touch them through her dress, for God’s sake. He hadn’t felt the softness of her bare skin or sucked on them like he wanted to. And that goddamned ass of hers. Now that he knew -- no mystery there. Hell, he hadn’t thought about much else since he had spanked her. Christ, how could such a slender girl have an ass like that: plump, round, toned, and firm.
He stopped himself. He had to stop thinking about her in this way. If Lei was right, and she was as innocent as Lei implied, he was way out of line touch
ing her the way he had. But Christ, she had been as hot as he was. He could still feel the way she pulled him down to her, moved up against him, kissed him back, how she moaned those needy whimpering sounds, and how she trembled. Goddamn, he had to stop this. Christ, his cock was about to jump through his trousers. It was insane. Hell, if I’m going to torture myself, let’s think about the tantrum she threw. One minute she was plastered against him her bare legs wrapped around his cock. The next minute, she was screaming how much she hated him, threatening to tell Wyatt and Wan he attacked her.
No, Goddamn it! He was right about her before. She is trouble. A child, a willful, spoiled, obnoxious child. No matter what had happened tonight, that truth remained. In addition to tearing at him, she had caused a serious rupture with the two men he admired most, his father and Wyatt. Tomorrow, he would meet with them both and tell them he changed his mind. He would no longer be responsible for her safety. Wan would have to find someone else. Or better yet, Wyatt should take her back to Wyoming where she belongs. Christ, they were in the beginning stages of an out and out war with the Rongue Ri. He had specifically waited to tell Wan and Wyatt about the saloon and the repercussions with the Rongue Ri. They were closer to an all out war than they had ever been. Goddamn it! Elena was the direct cause, all because she refused to do what she was told. This was the last place a stubborn child who wouldn’t obey orders belonged. If she had to stay, they would have to get one of the other men to take her on. The problem was that he couldn’t think of any of his men who would be able to stand up to her. God, if Nianzu, his second in command, couldn’t resist her, tell her no, who could? Except him.