The Frenchman's Woman

by Lee Taylor

  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.

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  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.

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  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 wa
nted 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.

  “Now, cherie, now. Like a stallion, like a dog, I will mount you, fuck you. But first you must open up to me, bare yourself. Show me your ass, your cunt, all of you! Bare, open, for me!”

  He spread her ass cheeks and held them wide open with his big hands. He snarled when she moaned and began to pant. He ran his thumbs roughly up and down the crack from the tight pucker of her ass to the folds of her slick dripping cunt. Stopping to thrust one thumb up hard inside the tight ring of her ass, he used his other hand to rub her clit between his fingers and thumb. She cried out a deep keening cry. Her body began to quake.

  He held her hips, like a stallion readying his mare. Burying his teeth in her neck, he drove into her vagin powering up as high as he could until his balls slapped against the entrance to her cunt. When her moans turned to passionate groans, he rammed in harder, whispering, “Damn you, Elena. Damn you!”

  He wanted to punish her in the most primitive, primal way he could, pound her with mindless deep thrusting strokes. But she seemed to want him as much as he needed her. Within what seemed like seconds, she shrieked a sound between a gasp and an ecstatic scream, as her orgasm rolled over her in hard, driving pulses.

  He groaned a harsh growl. “Again. Come again. Now!”

  Her heart was pounding so hard against her chest he could feel it beating relentlessly. Her breath was ragged. She gasped, “Oh, my God, Oh, God, Bai, I...can’t…”

  “I said, come again. Damn you. Now. Now!”

  He didn’t know if it was his hard thrusts or his pure animal lust as he pumped in and out of her. Or if it was the way his groans turned to grunts. But when he growled deep in his throat, “Goddamnit, Elena, Again. Now!” she spiraled out of control. A piercing scream shattered his ears. Together they exploded in wild waves of heat.

  He fell on top of her pinning her down. They both were shaking, convulsing, gasping for breath. He lifted her feet to the ground, then fell against her back, their legs entwined, panting, groaning and shaking with passion. Still lying on top of her, he untied her hands. Holding her hands in his, he lay against her, his face buried in the curve of her neck. He held her close until their jagged breathing began to quiet.

  Bai finally rose and lifted her, holding her when she clung to the edge of the hay bale. He caught her when her knees buckled and held her in his arms, her face buried against his shoulder, until her trembling legs steadied. Bai saw that her lips were as swollen and wet as her cunt. He stifled the urge to grab her, bury his tongue deep inside her hot wet mouth and take her again. Grasping a shallow painful breath, he shook his head. He pulled up her pants, ignoring the stream of semen mixed with her juices running down her legs and pushed her toward the doorway.

  In a harsh ragged whisper he said, “Go to my chambers, Elena. Wait for me there.”

  She nodded, walking unsteadily to the barn door. He turned away and led Zhenqui to her stall. His body was shaking, simmering with lust and anger. But as hard as he tried, he wasn’t able to let go of his fear or his pain.

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  Chapter 35

  Elena hovered on the end of the bed, unable to move. She was too shaken to do anything but sit frozenfighting through a myiad of emotions. She was frightened, but for the first time she understood that at the base of Bai’s anger, his fierce need to control her, was fear. She had seen it in his tormented eyes, the way he looked at her when she came into the barn. It was as though inadvertently he had opened a window to his soul. In an intuitive clairvoyant moment she glimpsed inside.

  She saw his fear. Fear for her safety; fear that if she knew who he really was, then she would leave and, perhaps most of all, fear that he didn’t know how to love her well enough to make her stay.

  She looked up to see him in the doorway. Her unshed tears blurred her vision. His face and body were hard, tight with anger.

  Bai responded to her tremulous gaze with a glare. She sat on the end of the bed, her face pale, her eyes wide and dark. She looked small, fragile, shaken. He didn’t care.

  “Come here.”

  He took hold of her hand and dragged her to the bathroom and sat her down hard on the edge of the tub.He started opening and slamming cabinet doors and drawers. When he found what he wanted he unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and threw it on the floor.

  “What are you going to do?”

  He glared at her. his expression hard, his voice cold.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass.”

  She was startled. Her face paled more.

  “Are you trying to frighten me?”

  “Are you frightened?”

  She tried to keep her voice as steady as she could but it still shook.

  “A little.”

  “Good.”

  “Will it hurt?”

  “Yes, it will.”

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because I want too.”

  “No, why now?”

  He glared at her, crushing the anguish swirling beneath his anger.

  “I need you to know why you can’t love me.”

  She stared at him, her face pale and serious.

  He threw several towels on the floor. Then tossed down tubes of things he hadn’t shown her before. He pointed to the floor. His eyes were steely, sinister.

  “Drop your pants and get down on your hands and knees.”

  She stood up and stared at him for a long moment. Something inside her snapped. Her fear was gone. She felt hard —as hard as he looked.

  She reached down and took off one boot, then the other, and then her stockings. She stood up and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She let it fall to the floor, baring a lacy chemise cut low over the swell of her breasts. Holding his gaze, she removed her chemise and lifted her breasts free. She bit her lips then tugged on the tips and closed her eyes when her nipples hardened and peaked. She saw his eyes darken, narrow, as he watched her. His cock jerked against his trousers.

  She stood still, then unbuttoned her pants and stepped out of them. Shimmying out of her drawers, she stood naked, beautifully naked and proud before him. The faint flush on his cheeks deepened. His jaw clenched and he took a menacing step toward her.

  She lifted her chin and sunk to her knees. She got down on all fours and presented her ass to him. She tossed her head back so that her hair fell to the side. Looking over her shoulder, she met his eyes.

  She was breathing hard and her face was pale but she spoke in a quiet, dignified voice.

  “Go ahead. Fuck me.”

  He stared at her. His face paled then flushed hot, angry. He kicked off his boots, stripped off his pants, and tossed them to the floor. His cock jutted out – hard, long and thick. The veins were visibly throbbing. The slit was wet and slick with cum. There was something so primitive, so savage about his body, his face, that Elena was frightened -- and wildly aroused.

  Bai knelt behind her and opened the tube of oily cream. He grunted as he rubbed a handful roughly up and down his pulsing shaft, thoroughly c
oating it. As his prick hardened and lengthened, he closed his eyes to the disparity between his throbbing cock and the tiny pucker of her virgin ass. He forced himself to feel only his anger, trying to connect with the beast inside.

  Not speaking, he roughly shoved her knees apart and pushed the side of her face to the floor. Pulling her hips up toward him, he spread her cheeks. He squirted the cream in his hands and started to massage it in the entrance to her ass. He was not rough, he found he couldn’t be. Almost gently, he put one finger then another and finally a third inside her hole. He continued to add more of the oily cream rimming, stretching the opening. He tried to ignore the sounds coming from her. First the moans, the pants, then the passionate groans as her body responded to his erotic touch.

  Adding more oil to the end of his burgeoning cockhead, he closed his eyes and pushed it up against the tight pucker of her ass.

  Involuntarily, she clenched and clamped down.

  His voice was raspy, a strangled whisper. “Don’t fight me, bebe. It’ll hurt more. Don’t fight me.”

  When she let go for a second, he pushed his way past the impossibly tight ring of protective muscle surrounding her hole.

  She sobbed in pain. He tried to ignore the sound, but found he could not. With a loud groan he pulled out.

  She whispered, “Touch me, touch me here.”

  Reaching back, she clamped his hand against her clit.