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

by Taylor Lee

  Bai blew out a puff of smoke, then sucked in a ragged breath. The skinny little girl he remembered was now a beautiful woman with long sender legs and lush full hips, with full, firm breasts that swayed as she did. Her ass twitched and turned in time to the imaginary music. As though the drumbeat of flashing castanets drove her hips, she thrust them from side to side, then in lush circles, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. Her arms snaked above her head, her fingers clicking the fantasy castanets. Her body coiled and twisted, becoming a tantalizing, writhing column that took his breath away.

  As her movements became more evocative, Bai shifted in his chair to accommodate his growing erection and took a deep drag off of his cigar blowing the smoke high in the air.

  She slowed her movements, accentuating the twists and thrusts of her hips, the sensuous moves of a woman in heat. She bumped and ground her way in a slow erotic saunter toward him, her hands perched saucily on her hips. Glancing boldly at his erection, she tipped her head back. Slowly, suggestively, she licked her lips, her eyes dancing. He would have laughed, but his breath caught in a low groan as his cock swelled rock hard.

  When she was almost in reach, she lifted the hem of her gown little by little. Pushing her shoulders back, her breasts strained upward, lush pointed mounds. Turning her back to him, she flounced her ass in sensuous circles— inching her skirt higher and higher until her bare ass twitched wickedly from side to side.

  Just as he reached out to grab her, she twirled to face him. Backing away, she dropped the hem of her gown to the floor. She trailed her fingers slowly, sensuously, up over her thighs, hovering at the “v” between her legs. Pausing a scant moment for effect, she tickled her fingertips across her taut stomach, up to her sumptuous breasts. She fingered the soft under swell of her breasts, running her fingers lightly over and around the ends of her nipples then up to the top of her gown. She inched one strap and then the other off her shoulders. With a quick move, she pushed the top of her gown to her waist, revealing a flash of pink pointed nipples, but then twirled away as the gown settled on her hips. All Bai saw was her naked back while her fingers played with those tantalizing beaded tips and her ass flounced rhythmically from side to side.

  Then he was behind her, replacing her hands with his expert fingers. He tweaked and twisted the tips of her nipples, wringing erotic moans from her lips. She ground her hips back into his waiting groin. Their bodies swayed in unison as if they had been molded together. Strong muscular thighs supported soft firm cheeks. She threw her head back on his shoulder, tossing her hair to the side as his lips sucked and kissed the softest most sensitive places on her shoulders, neck and throat. His hands moved from her breasts to her thighs, capturing her hips up tight to his groin driving his erect shaft up between her legs — hard against the crack of her ass.

  They swayed, bound together, for several long sweaty moments. Their groans and pants became the music that drove them both. He held her tight against him with one strong arm. Pushing his knees into the back of hers, he folded her forward dropping her to her hands and knees. He pressed her chest and cheek against the floor then lifted her hips and ass high in the air. He slid her gown over her hips and dropped it to the floor and covered her naked body with his. With one hand he unbuttoned his pants, releasing his throbbing cock. It sprang forward between her legs cramming against her pussy lips that were dripping wet and swollen with heat.

  His voice was strangled, ravaged with lust.

  “I will take you like this, now! Oui, ma belle danseuse; ma belle petite pute. Now! Oui, cherie? Oui!”

  Before she could reply, he spread the lips of her vagin, streaming with wet hot cream. In one hard thrust, he entered. She shrieked and pushed her ass back up against him, making the entrance to her sex more available, more open, begging for his invasion. He drove in higher, deeper, his hands jerking her hips up hard against him until his balls were banging against her ass. He exploded. As her orgasm rocked them both with wave after passionate wave, it was hard to tell whose screams were the loudest.

  He took her again and again, and she him. His hands were everywhere. Expert tentacles flicking, teasing, probing, overwhelming her fevered flesh with erotic sensations. Pulling her breasts into his mouth, one in each hand, he worked the tips unmercifully — first with his fingers and then with his mouth. Twisting, biting and then sucking until her tender tips were long and extended, so sensitive they peaked when he simply blew on them. When she climaxed from that touch alone, her frantic responsiveness astonished them both.

  He used her breasts as if they were another channel to drive his shaft into. Mixing fragrant oils from their abandoned meal, with the juices from her aroused sex, he rubbed the erotic mixture on her chest. He pressed her breasts together in his big cupping hands and rammed his cock up between them, the weeping end of his cockhead lodged in her mouth. When he came in hard pumping spurts he spilled his cum over her breasts and fed it to her from his fingers.

  The folds of her chatte became the setting for a feast. He laid her back on the table with her ass at the edge and pulled up a chair. He spread her legs wide her knees high. With his skillful fingers and wicked tongue he explored her, first along the outer edges of her folds, then deep inside. He praised her beauty, her softness, her pungent erotic smell and her sweet intoxicating taste. Her clit was a destination for his fingers, his tongue and finally his teeth. She came for him again and again, un orgasme après l’autre.

  As promised, he found the tight rosette of her ass first with his fingers and then with his tongue. Spreading her cheeks with his large insistent hands he slipped one finger past the tight outer muscle guarding her hole. Gently but firmly he tested, teased the bundle of sensitive nerve ends ringing the tight pucker. His tongue was in impossible places licking her slit from the hard nub of her clit down the slick folds to the rosebud of her ass. Then his tongue did what she would not have believed. He licked that erotic pucker round and round deeper and deeper until she screamed and shattered, ecstatic once again.

  All throughout the night, the lion roared until at long last he lay beside his woman, spent and finally sated.

  Chapter 34

  She woke the next morning knowing that he would be gone. Rolling over to his space, she drank up the smell of his body, nuzzling her face on the pillow where his head had been. She rubbed her hands over her tender nipples, winced, then smiled and flushed at the memory. She could still feel his hands and his mouth. She remembered his hot sticky cum on her chest, the tangy taste when she sucked it from his fingers. Her hands snaked down between her legs. She marveled at all the places he had touched with his lips, his tongue, his fingers, his strong unrelenting hands. God, just days ago she had barely known these places existed. Now her body felt like a treasure trove of erotic hideouts that she and Bai would spend the rest of their lives exploring.

  Reading the note he left on his pillow, she grinned. “Ma belle petite pute. Ce soir, mon amour. B. My beautiful little whore. Tonight, my love. B.”

  That afternoon, the sun and clear blue sky drew her outside. Knowing Bai would not return until after dinner, she went to the barn to check on Zhenqui. She had not been riding since the day before and looked longingly out to the open mesa. She saw two of the Spanish speaking Sing Leon in the courtyard. She understood from their speech that they were going to the base of the canyon to check on signs that the banditos had been there the night before.

  “Hola, Senors.”

  They bowed respectfully, smiling at her, their appreciation apparent. They spoke for several minutes in Spanish, the two guards clearly charmed by her beauty and knowledge of their native tongue.

  Elena intended to ask Bai last night if she could go riding the next day, but in the midst of their glorious evening, she forgot. Her father and Wan were involved in an intense meeting behind a tightly closed door and she did not want to bother them. Instead, she turned to the two Spaniards and asked if she could go with them to check on the canyon trail.

 
“Senors, may I ride with you? I am eager to take Zhenqui out on this beautiful afternoon.”

  “Mr. Bai? It will be acceptable with him, if you come with us?”

  “Oh, yes, I’m sure it will be fine. I need to have a guard with me if I leave the villa, but I think the two of you can handle me,” she said with a teasing smile.

  The Sing Leon blushed and nodded.

  Elena was delighted. She ran to saddle Zhenqui. In minutes she was in the courtyard, eagerly waiting for Armando and Manuel.

  The air was crisp, the sun was bright. There wasn’t a cloud in the blue sky. It was a glorious day to ride and the three of them galloped across the open fields. They went farther up in the canyons than they first intended, following signs the banditos had indeed been near.

  “What are you looking for, Armando?”

  “Not much, Senora. We know the banditos are in the canyons. Bai has worked out a good relationship with their leaders. They have passage here. We don’t interfere and they don’t. Bai wanted me to get a message to Senor Panches if his band is near, that there might be trouble with the Rongue Ri.”

  After an hour or so, Elena asked if they could return to the villa. It was getting close to dinnertime and she knew Bai would return in several hours. The guards agreed and they headed back to Los Vistas.

  ~~~

  Bai and Nianzu, and the men who would ride with them to meet with Feng, spent most of the afternoon mapping out their itinerary and replaying scenarios they might encounter. They met Liang Zhao at a midway stop to confirm that Feng Zhang and four of his men would meet them at Lost Canyon at ten o’clock tonight. They headed back to the compound, pleased that they would arrive in time for dinner.

  Bai scheduled a final meeting with Wyatt, Wan and Nianzu, then left to find Elena. He was excited he would have time for dinner and at least a tryst or two with Elena. Her presence had surrounded him throughout the day. He reveled in the memory of their night together. His cock hardened at the thought of her tight, lush pussy, open to him in every way. Mon Dieu, he did love this woman. He’d spent the day strategizing with his men, all the while thinking about Elena. Her smell, her taste, the welcoming musk of her slick folds – pink, swollen, perfect. His spirits were high and he was optimistic that the meeting with Feng would be a success.

  Eager to find Elena, he rubbed down Noire and put him back in his stall. He told Nianzu and the others to go ahead for dinner, that he planned to eat with Elena in his chambers. It wasn’t until the others left that Bai realized Zhenqui was not in her stall. He stood at the entrance to the empty stall and tried to grasp the enormity of the situation. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind. A blinding fear rushed over him. Scenes from the waterfall and then from the saloon swamped him like a tidal wave. A giant hand grabbed his heart and squeezed it tighter and tighter.

  Struggling to gain his breath, he heard the sound of horses riding up to the courtyard. Peals of her laughter and Armando’s and Manuel’s soft Spanish tones greeted him as the three of them rode in together. Her hair was flying free, her cheeks were flushed with the chill of the early evening. Her eyes were sparking the way they always did when she rode. A cold hard rage replacing the relief he felt, Bai stood quietly, waiting for her to come in the barn.

  ~~~

  Elena saw Noire as they entered and felt a twinge of fear. She assumed Bai would be back later. She planned to take a bath and prepare for their evening together.

  When she saw Bai come out of the Zhenqui’s stall, her fear spiked. He was smoking a cigarette. His face was hard, his rage palpable from across the barn.

  Armando and Manuel were behind her laughing and chattering in rapid Spanish. They both stopped in the doorway clearly taken back by the look on Bai’s face.

  His voice was as hard as his eyes.

  “Come here, Elena.”

  Armando looked to Manuel and hesitated, then said to Bai, unease tightening his voice, “I’ll put up her horse.”

  Bai glared at him. “I’ll take care of it. You both may leave.”

  Elena watched them leave, then turned back to Bai. Her stomach clenched. Even though the barn was warm, she shivered.

  “Where were you?” His voice was quiet, ominous.

  Trying to calm her pounding heart, Elena bit her lip to hide her nervousness. “Bai, we went riding. We stayed close to the villa. There were two of them. I was with them the entire time.”

  His voice was soft, silky, dangerous. “We agreed that you would not leave the villa without me.”

  “I know, Bai, but you weren’t here and my father and Grandfather Wan were in a meeting. I… I thought you wouldn’t mind… there were two of them… both Sing Leon…” Her voice trailed off to a frightened stammer.

  “That was not our agreement, Elena. We did not agree that you could go with anyone else. We passed that point after the saloon. We agreed that you would not leave the villa without me.”

  “Bai, you weren’t here. I wanted to ride. We stayed close to the villa…”

  He interrupted her. “Elena I can not take you to the train today to send you back to Cheyenne. I have an important meeting tonight. Tomorrow, I will take you to San Francisco to board the train to Denver.”

  Elena was stunned. She thought she might faint and grabbed the stall railing to keep from falling. She tried to speak but couldn’t. Words stuck in her throat, choking her. She stood silently trying to absorb what he was saying.

  ~~~

  Bai saw the shock on her face and was overcome with fury. She didn’t understand. She fucking didn’t understand. It hit him then and he knew. In that one endless moment he knew it could never be. He had given his heart to her. He had made a commitment he never thought he could. He believed she understood; understood that he couldn’t live with the fear of her being hurt again. That she understood she must obey him, do what he told her to do. It was the only way he could protect her, keep her safe. But she didn’t understand. She fucking didn’t, wouldn’t understand. With that realization he knew it was hopeless. He could never control her, never trust her.

  He turned to leave the barn. Seeing her clinging to the stall railing, her face contorted with anguish, he felt a fresh blast of rage.

  “Goddamn you, Elena. Goddamn you!”

  He saw the rope hanging on the wall next to Noire’s stall. He snatched it and tossed it over his shoulder. Motioning to her with a flick of his chin, he kicked open the door to the stall.

  “Come here.” His voice was like ice.

  She whispered, “What… what are you going to do?”

  “I said. Come. Here.”

  She took a deep breath and walked unsteadily toward him. Her face was pale, her eyes wide and anxious.

  He grabbed her arm and pushed her ahead of him in the stall. With a hard shove of his boot, he kicked the door closed behind him.

  “Bai… What… what are you going to do to me?”

  “Be quiet. Give me your hands.”

  He grabbed her hands and tied them tightly together. His voice was harsh, strained. “I told you I would never hit you, and I won’t. But, par Dieu, I am going to fuck you! Vas te faire encole, I will show you I can control you if I have to tie you down to do it!”

  He pulled her pants down to her knees and turned her back to him. With a hard shove he pushed her over to a hay bale.

  Her face was pale, frightened, which incensed him even more. Now that his fear was gone, only his pain and his fury remained, smothering him with rage.

  She stammered, “Bai, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I frightened you.”

  “I told you to be quiet.”

  He pushed her face down against the hay bale.

  “Bend over. I’m going to fuck you, cherie, like an animal. Vas te faire encule, like an animal rutting in the barn.”

  Her face flamed and he saw the telltale desire flash in her eyes. He laughed harshly when she squirmed and twisted her hips, struggling to press her groin against edge of the hay bale, trying to get her hands down to
touch herself.

  “Uh uh, fillette. Non, non. With your hands tied you can’t touch here, can you?”

  He rubbed against the top of her mound, brushing his thumb against the hard nub of her clit.

  When she moaned and pushed up against his hand, he snarled, “Do you know why dogs go crazy trying to reach here with their tongues? Because it feels so good. But your hands are tied now, aren’t they, cherie? And you can’t reach—just like a dog in heat, a little dog begging to fuck. But, the only way you’re going to get fucked is the way I fuck you.”

  He fastened the loop of the rope to a peg on the wall, so that her hands and arms were stretched in a “v” out in front of her. He pulled her up on the hay bale, so that she was kneeling, her ass high in the air and pressed her face against the hay.

  “Bai… please…”

  “Bend over. More. Keep your hips up. Here. Higher.”

  “Bai…”

  “I said, be quiet.”

  He smacked one ass cheek, then the other, and then again. She groaned and pushed up against him, as if she wanted more. He was like a wild man. He wanted her to feel his fury. But when he saw his bright red handprint on her pale ass, his rage turned to driving lust. He wanted to take her like he never had before.

  He leaned over her, his voice a harsh guttural whisper in her ear. “Do you want me to bite your neck the way the stallions do when they mount their mares from behind? Do you?” His voice was shaking, his anger steaming with lust.

  She sobbed. Her body shook, a slender reed in a storm.

  “Oh, God, Bai. Yes, yes! I… want you… I need you. I need you so much. Nothing, nothing between us, please? Please!”

  He spread her legs and shoved his fingers up inside of her pussy. He was stunned at how wet she was. He coated two fingers with her juices and drove them in and out of her tight channel. She shrieked, clenching around his fingers. He knew from her ragged pants, her climax was imminent. His cock leapt at the sight of her juices running down the inside of her thighs, at the smell of her musky arousal. He unbuttoned his pants. Jerking out his hard throbbing prick, he spread her knees wide apart.