The Frenchman's Woman

by Lee Taylor

  She sat in the armchair beside the fire dozing, her silky nightgown clinging to the damp curves of her body. She waited for him all evening, not sure when he would return, and sprang up eagerly when she heard Bai and Nianzu’s voices in his office next door.

  Minutes later, he came through the doorway between his office and his chambers. By the time they reached Los Vistas, Bai had forgotten the role Nianzu had played, forgotten Nianzu existed. The anger, the disappointment, the hope, the fear, and ultimately the fury – all the emotions he had felt throughout the evening came down to one person—Elena.

  Seeing her there, safe, beautiful and oblivious -- his relief turned to rage. He knew he was angry at many things other than her, but it was her he wanted to punish. Punish her for the worry she caused him, for the fear he felt, for not listening to him. And he wanted to punish her for being here when he had been terrified she’d be gone.

  “Why are you here?” His voice was cold, hard. He didn’t hide the anger he was feeling.

  She rose when he entered a shy, excited look on her face. When he spoke, she stepped back, surprised, then paled at the anger in his voice.

  “What…what do you mean?”

  He saw the hurt in her eyes and heard the fear in her voice.

  “Why aren’t you in your chambers?”

  Her eyes widened with surprise. She took an audible breath then asked, “What happened, Bai?”

  He glared at her.

  “A better question is what didn’t happen?”

  He strode over to his cabinet, took out a bottle, and poured himself a large glass of bourbon. He tossed back half of the fiery amber liquid, something he rarely did. He loosened his collar, lit a cigar, and sunk down in one of the armchairs by the fire. He took a sip of bourbon and several puffs off his cigar, searing her with a harsh glare.

  “Since you inquired, something that I’ve been working on for nearly two years fell apart tonight.”

  “I’m sorry, Bai.”

  “You know what, Elena? You should be sorry because you had a lot to do with it falling apart.”

  Her face flushed and her eyes darkened. She studied him for a moment, then asked in a quavering voice, “Because of what I did at the saloon?”

  “Yes, because of what you did at the saloon.”

  He ran his hands through his hair, an irritable gesture.

  “Oh Christ, it probably wasn’t going to work, regardless of what you did.”

  He sat in his chair, staring at the fire for what seemed like hours, then walked over to the fireplace with his drink in his hand. He stoked the fire and threw on several more logs.

  He turned back to her and took a sip of his drink. His expression was stern, hard.

  “This isn’t going to work, Elena.”

  “What isn’t?” Her voice was quiet, her face pale.

  “This,” he said, gesturing toward her. “You and me.”

  She looked at him in surprise. Her lips quivered but she took a breath and continued looking at him. Her voice was soft, tremulous. “It seemed like it was working last night… and this morning.”

  Her eyes were dark, her face was astonishingly pale. At least she didn’t look like she was going to cry. He shook his head and stared back at the fire.

  “I love you, Bai.”

  He whirled on her. “Please, Elena.”

  His voice was harsh, angry. More than anything, he was disgusted.

  “You have no idea what you are saying. You are such a child. You think you can make everything go away, make everything all right if you say you’re sorry. Or if you say something sweet or look beautiful or wiggle your ass!”

  He glared at her.

  “Do you think I am your father or your grandfather? Well, I’m not, Elena. I’ve watched you manipulate them for weeks now. Just so you know, it disgusts me.”

  She grew paler. If anything her eyes opened wider, but she didn’t answer.

  He looked away, then said with a snort, “Christ, I can’t even fuck you.”

  “Why not?”

  He was surprised at her matter of fact response. His voice dripped with distain. “Because in the event you don’t know, your cunt is not ready for the way I intend to fuck you.”

  She flushed and looked down for a moment, then said, “Oh.”

  Bai thought, Christ, I have to show her why this won’t work. She has no idea who I am, what I am. What this little child-woman needs is a lesson, she needs to understand what she is up against.

  “Then again, why not, indeed?” he snarled. “Come here, Elena.”

  ~~~

  She stared at him in surprise and stepped back when he put his drink down on the mantle. He stood with his back to the wall and opened his white silk shirt, nearly to the waist. Elena gasped at the sight of his hard muscular chest with the fine black hair trailing down his stomach to the top of his trousers. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and unbuttoned the top buttons of his pants. She stared at his erection, visible from across the room, and choked at the anger in his eyes.

  “I said, come here.”

  He ran his hand through his dark tousled hair. With a sardonic grin, he pointed to a place in front of him. “Here, kneel here.”

  She trembled then took a deep breath and walked over to him. She bit her lips nervously, then sunk to her knees where he was pointing.

  “Take it out. Take my cock out of my pants.” His voice was curt, commanding.

  She swallowed hard, her eyes focused on the huge bulge in his trousers. Her fingers were shaking, but somehow she managed to get the buttons of his trousers undone. Trembling, she looked up at him imploringly, but he just puffed on his cigar.

  “Now, Elena. Take it out now.”

  She forced her hands to stop shaking. With a determined sigh, she reached up and pulled his pants down his thighs. His cock sprung out hard, long, and thick. She started, but managed to keep from jumping back in fright. Instead, she closed her eyes tight squeezing back tears and buried her face in the wiry hair on his groin.

  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.