The Grandmaster’s Legacy: Masters of Love and War (A Taylor Lee HOT Historical Romantic Suspense Collection) (The Grandmaster's Legacy)

by Taylor Lee

  She heard him gasp and felt his cock twitch beside her face.

  His voice was harsh, unrelenting.

  “Suck it.”

  “This?” She asked incredulously, pointing to his pulsing cock.

  “Yes, damn it. What the fuck do you think I am talking about?”

  She tried to cover her panic and keep her voice calm. “I… I don’t know how.”

  “You are such a child,” he said in disgust.

  She sat back on her heels, trying to ignore the huge fleshy hard thing in front of her face and frowned. She said in a crisp, annoyed voice, “No, I’m not a child! I just haven’t done it before.”

  “Well, bebe, you better learn, because you’re going to be doing it a lot.”

  “Why?”

  “What the hell do you mean, why?” His lips twitched.

  “Why will I be doing it a lot? Is it something you like?”

  “No, I don’t ‘like’ it. I just want to watch you try to get all of this in your mouth and suck me off and, then swallow every drop of my cum and see if you choke to death in the process.”

  “Has that ever happened?”

  “Jesus Christ, has what ever happened?”

  “Has someone choked to death?”

  “Not to my knowledge.” He shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips.

  “That’s reassuring,” she said tartly. “At least if you don’t know, that must mean someone didn’t die in the process at your instigation.”

  ~~~

  Jesus, she was not to be believed. Little by little his anger lessened, replaced first by surprise at her sauciness, then by desire.

  “Elena, open your mouth. I think I have found the best way to make you stop talking.” He grabbed her hair and tipped her head back, bringing her face close to his groin.

  “Are you going to come in my mouth? Is that how you do it?”

  “If I want to.”

  He fought back a grin. He couldn’t help it; the feisty little scamp had him almost laughing when he was getting ready to fuck her mouth!

  “And… if you do, what do I do with the stuff that comes out of you?”

  “Be quiet, Elena. Do as I tell you.”

  She frowned. “I need to understand.”

  He shook his head in mock anger.

  “I said, be quiet.”

  She ignored his command.

  “If you come in my mouth, does that feel good? I mean, do you like the way it makes you feel? Is it anything like coming in my pussy?”

  He looked at her beautiful sensuous mouth. It was tight, maybe as tight as… He closed his eyes and groaned. His legs trembled as he shuddered.

  “Jesus God, Elena.”

  Still sizing up his cock, Elena tried to delay. Seeing how big he was, she knew how unlikely it was she could get all of him in her mouth. When she heard his passionate groan, she pushed back against his thighs and looked up at him in wonder. His face was taut, flushed. She saw it was with passion not anger. She also saw the desire in his eyes was now more intense than his anger had been. To her amazement, his cock seemed to be getting even bigger, harder.

  Seeing the strain on his face, she looked at his cock with growing interest.

  “Can I do whatever I want with it?”

  She reached out tentatively and touched him. She smiled to herself when his cock twitched.

  “No, damn it. For once can you do what I tell you to do?”

  “Fine! Well, at least in the beginning,” she sniffed.

  “No, damn you – always!”

  She ducked her head and smiled. “We’ll see.”

  “Suck me — on the end first. Lick the slit.”

  She was startled, surprised at the pearly substance on the tip of his cock. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and took a quick lick. For a moment, she hesitated, then reached out and sucked off the rest of the pearly liquid. She was surprised, intrigued by the salty, earthy taste.

  When she put her mouth on him, it was as if she had shocked him. His strong thighs shook; he gasped, his face was tight with fierce anticipation, need. She turned back in appreciation to the amazing organ that she held in her hands and began to rub up and down the length of it.

  He groaned and widened his stance, then pulled her closer to him. In harsh guttural tones he instructed her, guiding her hands and mouth with his hands and voice. He held her hair tightly bound in one fist to keep her head in place.

  The more she touched him, the more of him she wanted. To her surprise, she loved the feel and taste of him in her mouth. He groaned and his legs shook.

  “I want to come deeper, cherie. Can you take me? Ah, mon petite amour, say yes.”

  He tipped her head back and drove deep into her throat, his cock impossibly big.

  When she choked, he said, “It is okay, fillete, take a breath. Breathe easy, petite fille. You are okay, oui, cherie?”

  She kept sucking, instinctively dragging him in and out of her mouth. She pressed the length of him between her tongue and the roof of her mouth — sucking and releasing while her hands moved rhythmically up and down his shaft.

  “Holy, fucking Christ, Elena! What are you doing?”

  She wasn’t sure, but she knew she loved doing it — especially when she saw what it was doing to him. Sweat poured down his body. The musky male smell that drove her wild was harsher now, stronger. She drank it in, shivering with delight. She loved the salty, tangy taste coming out of him and drove her tongue deep in the slit on the end of him wanting more. He gasped as a hard shudder shook his body.

  He trapped her head between both hands. His breath was sharp, ragged. He started to thrust, drive into her mouth like he had last night when he came in her pussy. But then with a strangled cry he pulled back, his voice harsh with need.

  “Non, non, petite amie, this is too much. I am too much for you! Too large! Let me finish it myself.”

  She understood what he was doing but with all her strength pushed his hands away.

  “No, Bai, no. I want you. I want you to come in my mouth. I want you to fuck me in my mouth.”

  He groaned when she dug her fingers into his ass cheeks and pulled him back in her mouth—once again sucking and releasing rhythmically. Impulsively, she reached up and took his balls in her hands and began to knead them pulling him closer to her so that she had full access.

  He choked and hissed, a sharp sound. He buried his hands in her hair pulling her roughly up against him. His groans became fierce grunts. He thrust hard and deep in her mouth to the back of her throat. She held on tight and kept breathing like he told her to and didn’t let go. His thrusts got harder, fiercer, faster. With a harsh guttural cry that came from deep in his soul he exploded, pumping hot cum down her throat. Over and over he cried out her name as he spurted in her willing mouth. Elena took him in and swallowed again and again.

  She saw his face, heard his voice. His body trembled like a strong tree in the wind. As she drank him in she knew that in all her life she had never felt more powerful.

  ~~~

  “Are you okay, Bai?”

  He had sunk to the floor, leaning against the wall, holding her tight up against him. His body was wet with sweat. His eyes closed tight. Even after several long moments, he shook with an occasional involuntary shudder. He took a deep, raspy breath, but a smile tugged at his mouth and he quirked an eyebrow at her question.

  “Yes, cherie. I am ‘okay.’ I may not be able to walk for several weeks, at least unaided, and perhaps in a month I’ll be able to ride my horse again. Other than that, I am okay.”

  He leaned down and ran his fingers over her swollen lips. Ducking down he sucked on them.

  “Oh, Christ, you taste good; hell, I taste good.”

  He sucked on her lips and stroked her back and face, planting kisses everywhere he touched.

  “Elena.”

  “Yes?”

  “Thank you.”

  She nodded and smiled.

  Chapter 30

  Minutes
later, she heard his soft snores and saw he had fallen into an exhausted sleep. She eased him down to the floor, pulled off his boots, then slipped his trousers down his legs and off of him. She went into the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth. She washed the sweat off his face and neck, his chest, and his groin and thighs. She washed his cock and balls and nuzzled her cheek against them, smiling when he moaned in his sleep. He didn’t wake when she carefully slid a cushion from the chair under his head. She took the quilt off the bottom of the bed and put it over him, then replaced the cushion under his head with a pillow from the bed. She sat down beside him, leaned back against the base of the sofa, and tucked her feet under the quilt, loving the feel of his naked thighs against her feet.

  She looked at his beautiful face lined with fatigue and ached for him. God, she wished she could help him, let him know how much she loved him. Between last night and tonight, she had seen him more deeply than she was sure anyone else had. He was all the things she had known he was: arrogant, possessive, powerful, strong, but she had learned that he also was vulnerable.

  She sat watching him sleep and decided this was a good time to practice her language skills. Even now, he had a slight erection and she saw she was going to need her new, more versatile words. Careful not to wake him, she eased out from under his legs. Reaching in the liquor cabinet she poured herself a small glass of bourbon and wondered for a moment if she should take up smoking. She knew women were doing that now and thought it might make her look older, less like a girl. She sat back down on the floor, tucking her feet under his thighs.

  ~~~

  When he woke, he smiled realizing she had undressed and covered him. He lay quietly watching her. Her face was tight with concentration, focused on a handwritten sheet of paper murmuring in what sounded like French. To his surprise, he realized that all the words she was saying were variations of French words for penis.

  He rose up on one elbow. “Is it too much to ask what you are doing?”

  “Practicing my French.”

  “Mm hmm.”

  “How do you say ‘I love your blank’?’ I have learned all the nouns, I just need to get the verbs and sentence structure down.”

  “I see. Given that I can’t help but overhear the ‘nouns’ you are practicing, I must say your vocabulary seems a trifle limited. Most people start with additional body parts—for example, legs, arms, hands, feet, etc. Less interesting, to be sure — but more useful in everyday conversation.”

  “But Bai, most people learning French haven’t seen and held in their hands what I did tonight. Besides, I don’t want to learn to speak French. I just want to impress you with my sophisticated knowledge of your… entassament,” she said with a quick glance at her notes. “Although I guess these describe anyone’s, not just yours. Hmm, I’ll need to learn some adjectives, so that I can pay proper tribute to yours.”

  He chortled in disbelief.

  She glanced surreptitiously at her notes again and said, ‘J’aime ta bite’. Is that right?”

  He shook his head incredulously, but couldn’t squelch the laughter bubbling up in his throat. “Elena, may I be as bold as to ask who taught you these words?”

  “Francine.”

  “What? Jesus God, Elena!”

  “I know. She was shocked, too. I had to threaten to fire her if she refused to teach me how to pronounce the words. Oh, don’t look like that. I wouldn’t really have fired her.

  “Can you believe it, Bai? She was crying. She said she had never said these words in her life. Isn’t that silly? To have all these good words at your disposal and never use them. What a waste.”

  She moved up to the sofa and stretched out with her pen and paper in hand, tapping her teeth with the end of the pen.

  “Now I need a few more verbs. How do you say, “I want to suck your –ooh, here is a good one—robinet?”

  “I have a better idea,” he said sitting up and moving toward her. “I will teach you something in English and let’s see how fast you can respond.”

  He reached up and grabbed for her. “Get your saucy little mouth over here, before I spank your ass so hard you won’t sit down for a week.”

  Seeing the sparkle in her eyes as she darted out of his reach, he said, “Better yet, I’m going to send you to your chambers, like the naughty child you are.”

  She backed up and tossed her head. “Nope, I won’t go.”

  “Why not?” He stood up, closing in on her.

  “Because I don’t have a fireplace — and because you are not there.”

  He grabbed her. She shrieked in surprise when he threw her over his shoulder and walked toward the door.

  “Oui, my wicked little fillette. I think I will carry you over there now and lock you in your chambers for the rest of the night.”

  She pounded on his back. “Don’t you dare! I will scream so loud the servants will be there in minutes.”

  “Not if I tie you up and gag you.”

  “I will tell my father and Grandfather Wan what you did.”

  He dropped her back down on the quilt in front of the fireplace and lay down beside her. He took her chin in his hand and turned her face to his.

  “Too bad, cherie. I already have permission from Wyatt to blindfold and gag you.”

  She sat up and glared at him.

  “You do not! Actually, I take that back. I saw the two of you sharing your dirty little grins when you said you would spank me. I still can’t believe you said that in front of everyone – for God’s sake, Bai. My father, my grandfather, and Nianzu? I’ve never been as humiliated. Then you and my father have the audacity to agree that spankings between adults serve a number of ‘purposes.’ God! You probably do share the same proclivities.”

  He sat up across from her leaning against the base of the sofa. He reached behind him for one of his cigars. He lit it and blew the smoke up in the air and grinned.

  “Proclivities? That’s an interesting way of saying binding, blindfolding, gagging, and spanking. But, hell, if that is what your father is into, it would seem we share more than an appetite for killing people.”

  She raised her chin archly.

  “Just so you know, I might be willing to do the blindfolding and tying up thing as long as I can do it to you. But, gagging, no. And spanking, absolutely not! That you may never do again!”

  “Ah, that is too bad, cherie. Because now that I know what that beautiful ass of yours looks like when it is a fiery pink, I am going to spank you regularly – regularly and often. And since you probably will be screaming a lot, I will need to have a supply of gags handy.”

  “Hmm, Bai, I may have to bribe you not to do the things I don’t want you to.

  Are there body parts other than your chien you would like me to play with?”

  “You cheeky little wench!”

  He put his cigar in the ashtray, grabbed her and flipped her over on her stomach. He lay by her pulling her up next to his chest. “Let me ask you that, ma petite fille.” He ran his hands down her back and said in a hoarse voice, “Tell me, Elena, are there places on your body that you would like me to fuck?”

  She gasped and tried to twist away from him.

  He held her down and slipped his hand up under her nightgown between her legs.

  “Let’s see, I’ve fucked your pussy and, tonight without intending too, I fucked your mouth.”

  He nuzzled his lips closer to her neck and cupped her ass, then ran his thumb down the crack ending at the sensitive place where her thigh met her ass cheek. He pinched the tender skin and smiled when she squirmed under him. He whispered in her ear, his voice raspy with heat.

  “How about it, cherie? Anywhere else interest you? Just so you know, there isn’t a part of you that I’m not going to claim. When I want it, how I want it. And, ma petite — more than likely, I will want it rough. Remember, mon amour, you said that I shouldn’t hide or hold back my passions, my ‘proclivities.’ You gave me permission, cherie. You can not renege now.”
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  He lifted her hair off the nape of her neck and licked the sensitive place below her ear, then blew on the wet spot. He laughed when she shrieked and tried to squirm away from his tickling kisses.

  She lay with her cheek against the floor, her eyes closed as he nuzzled her. She twisted and looked up at him over her shoulder. “I love you, Bai.”

  He shook his head. “No, you don’t.”

  She sat up and turned to face him.

  “Yep, I do. And do you know what? You love me.”

  He sat up and moved back against the sofa. His face darkened and became serious.

  “No, I don’t, Elena. I can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I can’t trust you.”

  Her face flushed and her eyes filled with tears. “That’s not true.”

  “What’s not true, Elena? That you specifically disobeyed your grandfather and could have been killed? Or that you flagrantly disobeyed me and once more you could have been killed?”

  “Oh, that, “she said dismissively. “You aren’t talking about trust, you are talking about controlling me. I might have known we’re back to the tying up bit.”

  He laughed and shook his head, but his face quickly became serious again.

  “Come over by me, Bai.”

  “No, Elena.”

  “Come, sit here in this chair by the fire. Let me take care of you.”

  “Hmm, you want to suck me off again, already, Elena?”

  “No, I want to rub your feet.”

  He hesitated and then got up and moved to the chair. She poured him a glass of bourbon and handed him a cigar. He watched her with a wry grin when she went into the bathroom, and came back with several hot towels that she wrapped around his feet.

  “You are so busy dismissing me as a frivolous child, you forget, Bai, that I am a healer.”

  She unwrapped one of his feet and looked down, but not before he saw the tears in her eyes. He knew he had hurt her when he said he didn’t trust her.

  He puffed on his cigar and took a sip of bourbon and said with a soft smile, “Just because I sometimes think you are a frivolous child doesn’t mean I am dismissing you, Elena.”