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

by Taylor Lee

  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.

  “That was unkind of me, oui, cherie? To torment you like that? Especially when you are just now getting over your anger at me. But soon, amour, soon I will fill you with my hard prick, and you will come as you have never come before. But first, mon amour, my answer.

  “To be honest, there are many more places that I would need to see and touch on the Ersatz Elena, such as that tiny mole on the left side of the sweet rosebud pucker of your ass. Ah, and I would want to see if she screams like you do and begs me not to stop when I lick all around your anus and then bury my tongue inside. Of course, she would have the ticklish places on her navel, and cry out when I suck on her toes and weep for more when I blow in her ear like this.

  “Mon Dieu! I haven’t even mentioned her ass. Doux Jésus, a most critical component! Is the Ersatz Elena’s ass firm and lush--so lovely that when she walks by in her tight riding pants, and the fabric clings to her round firm cheeks sometimes so tight that you can see the crack that separates those cheeks – do men hide their eyes and try to cover their arousal?

  “Ah, and we would have to turn the Ersatz Elena over my knee and pull down her pants and spank her hard on her bare bottom to see if her pale cheeks bloom like yours do, become hot, red.

  “One more thing, and isn’t it just like a man to put this at the top of my list? It is the touchstone, the final hurdle for our Ersatz Elena. We need to put the Ersatz Elena to the ultimate test--my cock. What happens to my cock when the Ersatz Elena walks in the room? When she smiles at me over breakfast? When she rides up on her horse? When she studies her huge medical books, frowning with the effort, twisting that lock of hair first one curl, then another, until she gives up and lets her hair down? Or when she sleeps in my arms or wakes by my side? Does my cock rise up? Scent her across the room? Know she is there before he sees her or hears her? Like a lion who smells his mate? A stallion who knows his mare is near? Does he get so hard that he knows he will explode if he can’t drive inside of her, high up in her pussy, deep in her mouth, between her breasts?”

  Elena was lying next to him, her arms flung over her head, her body covered with a sheen of sweat, her face flushed, her lips red and swollen. Her gulping breaths and whimpering moans filled the air. Her body was shuddering, orgasm after orgasm threatening to erupt, held back only because Bai kept manipulating her, pulling her back from the edge.

  “This whole line of questioning is a trifle unfair, mon amour. I should have given you my guidelines at the beginning of this exercise. You see, if there is a question, a scintilla of a possibility, that this Ersatz Elena does not have all of these features and so many more I cannot list them--then my answer is simple. NON. I do not want her. I will not have her. I want you. I want MY Elena.

  “And those, cherie, mon amour, are just some of the reasons I have pledged my troth to you and why tomorrow I will marry you, make you my wife, to honor you and treasure you for the rest of my life.”

  ~~~

  Later that evening, as she was organizing the jewelry, laying out the ribbons and trinkets in preparation for the challenging task the next morning of helping fifty young girls dress for the wedding, Elena looked up to see Jeng Ming enter the dining room.

  “I came looking for you, Elena. I want to speak to you.”

  Elena nodded, feeling the heat creep up her cheeks.

  When she didn’t speak, Jeng Ming said, “I want you to know I would never do anything to dishonor you or Bai. I know everyone thinks I am a whore, but even whores have principles.”

  Elena frowned and shook her head.

  “I do not think you are a whore, Jeng Ming. But you are the most beautiful young woman I have seen and the most admirable. I…I was feeling inadequate in comparison.”

  Jeng Ming snorted and tossed her head dismissively.

  “I apologize, Jeng Ming. I know you would never be intimate with Bai.”

  Jeng Ming sneered, “Foolish woman. Of course, I would. There is not a woman alive who would say no if Bai offered himself to her. But he won’t because he loves you. And Elena, there is not a man alive who would say no to you if you offered yourself. But you won’t for the same reason. You love Bai.”

  Elena smiled a rueful smile.

  “You’re right, Jeng Ming. Bai and I are deeply in love.”

  Jeng Ming agreed.

  “Bai saved me and all of those girls. I will honor him to the day I die. The only one I honor as much is the woman he loves.”

  “Thank you, Jeng Ming.”

  After Jeng Ming left, Elena worked for several moments, then decided she had done what she could for the night. When she walked out to the courtyard, she was surprised to see Bai outside the doorway, lounging against the wall, smoking a cigarette. His Stetson was pulled down low over his eyes. He hadn’t bothered to tie back his hair. He was wearing tight jeans and a plaid shirt like the cowboys wore. As always, his gorgeous face and sexy body took her breath away.

  She smiled at him, shaking her head at his obvious concern.

  “Are you hovering about-- protecting me? Think I can’t take care of myself, Warrior Man?”

  He grinned through half closed eyes. Pushing his hat up, he stepped next to her and took hold of her arm.

  “That is the last thing I think, cherie. Are you finished getting things ready for the girls?”

  “Yes. I’ve done as much as I can tonight.”

  He nodded. “Would you like to ride up to the canyon and watch the sunset? We can get back before it gets too late.”

  “That is a lovely idea, Bai.”

  “I hoped you would say that. I saddled up Noire and Zhenqui. They are waiting for us in the courtyard. .

  It was dark when they returned to the villa and walked back to their chambers. Elena turned to him, a slight frown marring her smooth forehead.

  “I’ve been thinking, Bai.”

  “Mm hmm.”

  “You know how you said that you would kill any man who touched me?’

  He responded with an insolent grin, “I not only said it, it is what I will do.”

  “Hmm. Well I don’t know if I would kill a woman who tried to touch you, but I am a kung fu master and ten minutes with my feet on her face would be worse than being killed.”

  Bai threw back his head and laughed uproariously. After a moment, he wiped his eyes and said, “I think you are right about that, cherie. God help the man or the woman who doesn�
�t understand the intensity of our love for one another.”

  He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. His voice was a husky whisper. “How about it, cherie? Do you want to celebrate your last night as a single woman by letting me fuck you blind?”

  “I don’t know, Bai. The twelve orgasms I had in the dojo this afternoon may have taken the edge off for me.”

  He grinned at her, a wicked twinkle flashing in his eyes and slid his hand inside her pants and cupped her bare ass adding a quick squeeze.

  She smiled, “On second thought, once you and I are married, twelve orgasms will be nothing, right, love?”

  “An appetizer, cherie. A mere appetizer.”

  ~~

  Chapter 18

  It was dark when Elena awoke and, for once, Bai still slept. She slipped out from under his arm where he anchored her throughout the night and looked with wonder at his sleeping body. Like a splendid male animal, even in repose he was powerful, dangerous. Stretched out on his stomach, one arm arched over his head resting against the pillow. His back, shoulders and arms and the tight curves of his ass were taut with defined muscle. She longed to touch him, run her hands over his golden skin, but she didn’t want to wake him. Does he have any idea how gorgeous he is, she wondered? In her intensive study of art and anatomy, Elena had never seen a more perfect replication of the male form than Bai. His tight hard buttocks alone were a work of art. They put classical male sculpture to shame.

  One of his legs was kicked out to the side, accentuating his firm muscular thighs. His bent knee offered a glimpse of his darkened scrotum hanging heavy between his legs. His penis was partially hidden, wedged along the side of his thigh, but even in its relaxed state was an impressive bulge. Elena licked her lips, relishing the salty tangy taste and musky smell of his cum on her lips and ached to take him again in her mouth.