by Taylor Lee
Bai walked over to the fireplace and stoked the logs. He kept his back to her, trying to decide if he wanted to play her game. He didn’t believe she was serious. Even if she thought she was, he was sure she would renege when things exceeded her control. Wary at best, angry at worst, he closed his eyes to consider his options. He decided to do what he told her today that he would. He would not play her game, he would play his. And he would make the rules.
With an indifferent nod of his head, he walked over to the bed and took the quilt from the foot of the bed, tossing it on the floor in front of the fireplace. He leaned down and spread the quilt making a small pallet before the fire. He dropped a pillow from the sofa on the floor and then another. Taking several more pillows from the bed, he pitched them off to the side.
Relishing her startled reaction, he said with a nonchalant smile, “For your hips.”
She stared at him, her eyes wide and dark, her lips trembling. She nibbled at them nervously. He refilled his glass, then sat in the armchair by the fire, appraising her with a cynical smile. Looking through half closed eyes at her pale beautiful face, he lit one of his slender cigars and took several puffs on it, blowing the aromatic smoke up in the air. He motioned to her to come over and stand in front of him. She came and stood where he pointed.
He nodded and puffed again on his cigar. “The second rule is that you take off your blouse.”
When she hesitated, he took a sip of bourbon and gazed at her, openly taunting her, testing her.
She smiled hesitantly and licked her lips nervously, then gave him a shaky smile. . Seeming to gather her courage, she began to unbutton her blouse. His jaw clenched slightly when she fumbled with the buttons, then slowly let it slide off her shoulders. She held it for a brief moment, then expelling a wispy breath, she let it fall to the floor.
He studied the lacy camisole that she was wearing. Seeing the swell of her breasts against the silky fabric, he quirked an eyebrow and smiled appreciatively, trying to keep his breath steady. “Now your skirt.”
He watched her face flush and she looked down. But, then, to his surprise, she peeked up at him with a shy smile. She reached around behind her to the buttons on the back of her skirt and began to release them. She had to twist to reach them. When she did, her camisole slipped, giving him a tantalizing view of the top swell of her breasts.
Bai took another puff off his cigar, wondering where the hell this was going. Part of the answer came when she bent over, further exposing her breasts. She pushed her skirt down, daintily stepping out of it. She let the skirt sink to the floor and stood up, revealing the sexiest fucking pair of drawers he ever saw. Unlike the thigh length drawers the most daring of Madam Couchette’s whores wore, Elena’s drawers were so short that they cupped her ass. Their abbreviated length emphasized her long, athletic legs. As if that wasn’t enough, when she bent over to take off her skirt, he could swear he saw a tiny curl of soft hair protruding from the edge of the crotch. The red tint of the tuft sent a rush of blood to his already burgeoning prick.
She stood up straight, next to naked, in her lace camisole, French drawers, and her fucking lizard-skin knee-high boots. Her face was a warm pink, her eyes wide. She hesitated and nibbled on her lower lip waiting for his orders.
He managed to keep his voice steady, even though his heart was racing and his prick was hard as iron.
“Ah, yes, cherie. Now a difficult decision for me. Do I have you take off those sexy boots before I have you remove your camisole? Or, do I have you show me your beautiful breasts dressed only in those outrageous drawers and your boots?”
She waited for his instructions, then with a saucy toss of her head, took a deep breath and said, “You’re making the rules.”
He studied her through half closed eyes, shaking his head at her pert reply. Holy Christ! What if she is for real, he thought, stopping any pretense of trying to quiet his cock. But something about her sauciness made him want to taunt her, test her, and, yeah, fucking control her.
“Cherie, take off your camisole. But before you do, take down your hair.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she reached up and removed the combs. She shook her head and her hair fell down her back in a cascade of fiery copper and gold curls. His cock responded like it had been lit on fire.
“Thank you. Now, the camisole.”
Once again, she had to twist behind her to free the buttons. She flushed and closed her eyes, as if by keeping them closed she wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing and neither would he. She held the camisole over her breasts for a moment and then let it drop.
He took another puff on his cigar, and put his head back, blowing the smoke up in the air, then stared at what he was sure were the most beautiful breasts he had seen. They were much fuller than they appeared when she was clothed, or in his brief tortured glimpses at the waterfall. And, Christ, her nipples. They were soft full pink tips that he knew he could spend a lifetime sucking.
She flushed and looked at him uncertainly as if she didn’t understand the way that he was looking at her. She whispered, “Are they okay?”
He gave a small involuntary snort and said with a soft smile, “Qui, mademoiselle, they are most certainly ‘okay.’”
A sardonic smile crossed his lips when her exposed nipples tightened and peaked.
“You seem to like baring your breasts for me,” he said, unsuccessfully trying to stifle the rising lust that had his prick jamming against the front of his trousers.
She shook her head, not understanding.
“Look at you, cherie,” he said with a mocking leer. “Just knowing that I am staring at your naked breasts makes your nipples hard.”
Elena looked down almost in wonder at the puckered flesh then blushed and quickly put her hands up to cover her breasts.
“Uh, uh. Non, non. You don’t hide from me. Don’t ever hide from me. You have no inhibitions, no inhibitions with me, cherie. Your body is mine.
“It’s a rule,” he added with a wicked grin, motioning to her to put her hands down.
Her eyes opened wide and, blushing brighter, she slowly lowered her hands to her sides. Bai’s eyes narrowed in appreciation at the enticing sight.
He asked in a quiet voice, “What happens if you touch your nipples – just the tips? Do they get harder?”
She paled and swallowed hard. She squeezed her eyes tight and when she opened them he thought he saw tears. Again, she took a deep breath and whispered, “Do you… want… me… to touch them?”
He took a sip of bourbon and nodded, looking and feeling more and more like a predator wolf.
“Is it a rule?” Her voice was soft, shy.
“Yes, cherie, it is a rule.”
She kept looking at him, but reached up and touched one nipple tentatively and gasped when it stiffened to a dusty pink point. She touched the other nipple and her eyes widened when it did the same.
She whispered in surprise, “I know this happens when you hold me. But I’m surprised that I can make it happen, too.”
“Do you think it might be that you are standing in front of me naked except for your drawers and sexy boots?” he drawled, puffing on his cigar.
She hesitated, and for the first time, he thought she was going to renege. His jaw clenched and he felt a quick rush of anger.
Instead she said, “Bai?”
“Yes, cherie?”
“Can you… will you… will you hold me? I don’t want to stand here any longer. I need you to hold me and tell me this is all right. I can’t tell by the way you are looking at me if you like me or if you are making fun of me.”
“Non, non, cherie, I am not making fun of you and, oui, I will hold you. I will hold you and show you what I do to make your nipples hard. Would you like that? Oui? Would you like me to twist them, bite them, and suck on them?”
Her face flamed and she trembled. A soft moan escaped her lips.
“Yes? Good, because that’s what I’m going to do. But first take off your
boots. And, cherie, bend over when you take them off.”
When she bent over, her breasts swayed and her fingers swept across the tips, peaking them even more. She took off her boots, and stood before him naked, except for her lacy, ass-hugging drawers. Her eyes were wide with a mix of fear, uncertainty, and, what he hoped was excitement.
Bai stood up, adjusting his trousers to accommodate his rock hard, throbbing cock. His heart was pounding wildly, his aroused breaths more like ragged gasps. He was surprised his legs held him upright. Gazing at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, he smiled and snuffed out his cigar.
His voice was gruff, tight with emotion.
“Come here, Elena.”
Chapter 25
She stepped toward him. He took her in his arms and pulled her close to him. He began murmuring in French. She understood enough to know that he was calling her loving names, praising her beauty. She relaxed in his arms, tears of relief stinging her eyes. She had been afraid, so afraid. She didn’t know if she could do this, but she did. Now she was here, and he was holding her like he would never let her go.
He kept one strong arm around her and held her tight against his chest, then started to lay her down on the floor. “Here, cherie. Lay here. Put your head here.”
He laid her on the quilt before the fire, gently positioning her head on the pillow. She took a deep breath, breathing in his heady odor. He smelled like tobacco and bourbon, the smoke from the fire, and that strong male smell of his that made her stomach flutter. A flood of sensation washed over her. She knew her face flushed because his knowing smile widened.
He loomed over her, large, certain, his eyes glowing with a predatory gleam. He looked as though he would devour her. She thought she should be frightened, but she wasn’t. She wanted him to touch her. She ached for him to hold her close. He removed one of his black leather boots and then the other. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor, then reached down and unbuttoned the top buttons of his pants, never breaking eye contact with her.
She looked at the taut, lean muscles on his chest and shoulders and thought she might choke when she saw the fine dark hair on his chest arrowing down his taut belly to the huge bulge in his trousers. Her groin clenched. She pressed her fists against the floor to keep from crying out. Instead she whispered, “You are beautiful. May I touch you?”
His eyes widened but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, cherie. You may. But first, I need to do this.”
He lay beside her and stretched his lean body against hers. He reached down and took her face in his hands and began to kiss her the way he had in the garden, gently, lightly nipping at the corners of her mouth. Then taking her bottom lip between his teeth, he bit down. She started and moaned.
He shuddered in response to her needy sound and his soft entreaties became harder, more urgent. He pushed her teeth open and drove his tongue deep into her mouth. He tasted like spicy bourbon and fine smoky cigars. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and moved up against him. She wanted to put her tongue in his mouth, twist it around his. She had never known what kissing could do. It was as though she was on fire, her skin was hot and damp, all because of the way he was driving his tongue deeper and harder, plundering her mouth as if he wanted to possess her starting with her mouth.
She tasted his desire and felt his strong thighs rub against her. He reached down and separated her legs and pressed his hard cock up between her thighs. The same flash of heat that she felt in the garden and before in the barn made her groin clench, her breath catch. With a painful start, she remembered those other times, how he had pulled back, pushed her away. Oh, God, what if he did that again? What if he stopped, rejected her, or, God help her, laughed at her? She knew she might die if he pushed her away again.
“Bai, are you, are we…” Her voice was breathless, tentative.
“Oui, cherie, what, petit amour?”
“Bai, you… you aren’t going to stop, are you?” she whispered trying to hide her fear.
“Oh. ma bien adoré,” his voice was a raspy mix of a chuckle and groan. “Non, non, never. I will never let you go. You are mine now, cherie, mine.”
She squeezed back tears of relief and buried her face against his sculptured chest, digging her fingers even deeper in his tense shoulders, pulling him closer.
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Bai was startled by her question, chagrined, remembering the times he had pushed her away, fighting his desire for her, denying himself her soft body. He pulled her tight against him then gently laid her back to the floor, looking at her in amazement.
“Mon Dieu, Elena, look at you! How could I possibly let you go? Do you know how much I want you? Feel me, mon amour, feel what you do to me.”
He pressed her hand against his cock bulging in his pants and smirked at her surprise when it jumped against her hand. He looked down at her in wonder. Jesus, he couldn’t believe her body. He marveled at her soft pale skin, her lush hips, her glorious ass, and her strong, slender legs toned from years of riding horses and practicing kung fu. God, she was beautiful, perfect. He wanted to inhale her, absorb her, suck her into him — connect to her every possible way.
He lifted her hair away from her neck, revealing the long column of her throat. He groaned, remembering how he had wanted to kiss her, taste her, lick her. He trailed his tongue against the throbbing pulse and his prick swelled in response. He licked her skin at the base of her throat reveling in the salty sweet taste. Goose bumps rose beneath his tongue. Sweet moans escaped from between her lips.
Laying her back against the floor, he ran his tongue deep in the well between her breasts, then rose up on his elbows and looked his fill at the glorious sight below. Her breasts were pale mounds of luscious flesh topped by delicate pink nipples. Even now, they were beginning to peak turning a darker rosier color as he murmured his approval.
He grasped one of her breasts in each of his big hands and marveled at the size and swell of each orb.
“Mon dieu, Elena, I had no idea your breasts were so perfect. Christ, how can they be so full, so firm when I can fit my hands around your slender waist? They fill my hands and, look, they swell when I touch you. And, cherie, your nipples! Jesus God, Elena, how I have been longing to do this, mon bien-amie.”
He twisted one of the tips in his fingers and she cried out when he pinched it. He began nipping at the tender peak with his teeth then bit down hard. She shrieked and shuddered when he pulled the hardened nub in his mouth and sucked, softly at first, then harder, as if he could never suckle her enough. With his fingers, he twisted the other nipple and moved back and forth between her breasts twisting, nipping, biting, and sucking until she was writhing beneath him, moaning, begging him not to stop.
“Oh, God, Bai! Oh, oh. Oh, my God, what are you doing? It… that feels so good. Oh, Bai, I feel it all over me. Everywhere. Something is happening to me, my body. Help me! Oh, my God, please don’t stop.”
Ecstatic at her response, he groaned. “I won’t stop, cherie, and, Elena, you mustn’t either.”
Elena thrilled when he took first one nipple, then the other deep in his mouth, licking, sucking the tender tips. His fingers, his lips and his tongue drove her nipples to hard beaded peaks. Who knew how sensitive they were, how it would feel, what it would do to her body when he suckled her? Then he bit down hard. She screamed, but rather than pulling away, she pushed her breasts up to his fingers, his mouth, wanting more, begging him not him to stop. A torrent of sensation flooded over her body. Hot licks of heat flashed from her throbbing nipples to the pit of her stomach and lower. She felt hot and tingly all over. Her legs, her thighs, and between her legs ached with desire. It was as though his lips, his tongue, his teeth ignited a fire that started in her nipples and raged through her body straight to her throbbing core.
She buried her fingers in his silky hair and pulled him down harder, her body shaking, her breath coming in hard pants. She whimpered, then as a wave of passion hit her, she shrieked, “Oh, my
god, Bai, help me. What is happening to me? Oh, God, oh, my God. Help me!”
“Elena, listen to me, bebe. I’m holding you. I won’t let you go. Let your beautiful body feel what it is like to be loved. Look at you! Mon dieu! Keep coming like that, fillette, yes, sweet, sexy, beautiful woman. Come like that. Come for me, orgasme pour moi, cherie. Yes? Yes! Like that!”
~~~
Bai was stunned. He knew that she had never made love before, that he should go slow, not push her and then she responded like this and, Holy Christ, he wanted to take her, ravage her, possess her, make her his.
“Christ, Elena, you are coming just by my touching you, sucking your nipples. Mon Dieu, I can’t believe you,” he murmured in awe when he felt wave after wave of her orgasm ripple through her.
In shock, he realized that this was her first orgasm, and, Goddamn it, he gave it to her! He almost crowed. He wanted to jump up, stand on the rooftop like a primitive male beast, beat his chest with his fists, shout out his triumph, and tell the world. Tell them that in that moment, in that small but infinite moment in time, he claimed her: her body, every part of her. She is mine, mine alone. Mine!
~~~
Bai held her gently kissing the tears on her face, holding her, stroking her as her body began to descend from her fierce climax. He whispered to her running his tongue around the shell of her ear, tickling her. “I want you to do that again for me. Oui, cherie? Will you come again for me, fillette? Again and again and again?”
“Yes! God, yes! But, Bai, how? I don’t know what to do! I don’t know how.” She was frantic, desperate with desire.
“Ah, mais oui, but you do, cherie. Your hot, sexy body knows. And I know. Let me show you, bebe. Let me show you all the amazing things your body knows.”
She moaned and buried her fingers in his hair, tugging him down between her breasts.
He laid on top of her, resting on his elbows, drinking in her spicy exotic smell. Inching down, he dropped kisses first on the swell of her breasts, her nipples, then across her stomach. He licked all around and inside her navel smiling when she shrieked at his tickling touch.