The Frenchman's Revenge (19 page)

He spanked
her again
and growled when she cried out
.

“Higher!” he commanded. “Damn it.
Put
your ass up
higher
. T
hat’s the way,
ma
petite putain
,
like that, just like that.”

She
pushed
her ass up
gasp
ing, groaning,
her
breath coming in
deep
,
hard
pants
.

“Bai
,
take me
.
Godd
amn you, I need you.
I need you to fuck me!”

Ignoring
her
demand
s, he snarled,
“You love this don’t you
,
Elena? You like me to spank you because you know you’ve been naughty
,
encouraging
those men
to
hover around you, sniff
ing
you, their tongues hanging out like randy
d
ogs?

The rage that had been building since
the party
rose to a crescendo
. He
was consumed with
wrath
at the thought of th
e men who
crowd
ed
around her.
He knew what they wanted
. They wanted
to touch her,
to taste
her. Christ
,
if they only knew
how
s
he
tasted.
Hot, spicy, a taste a man would kill for.
But they never
would, none of them ever would
.
He’d cut their tongues out
first
. R
ight
after
he
cut out their tongues
,
he would
cut off their
pricks
and shove
them
in their mouths
.

His fury raged. He pulled her ass high in the air
and
shoved he
r legs wide
r
apart.
He
was going to fuck her
like she’
d
never been fucked
,
drive her out of her mind
.

At that moment
,
he felt
the rush of
her
cream run down his hand
and heard her passionate
groans, her sobbing
pleas. She was trembling,
her body
shaking and he could feel the need in her rising to unfathomable heights
.

“I love you, Bai, I love you. Please darling, please, fuck me, fuck me now!”

H
earing her voice pleading for him to take her, to love her, to fuck her, his rage turned to lust.
His
sweat drenched body slid against her
s
, the weeping end of his cock
pushed
against her swollen folds. With a guttural moan, he separated her puffy lips with eager fingers and pressed his cockhead past the lush opening to her pussy.

He rested there for a moment
,
hearing her excited cries, fe
eling
her welcoming
thrusts. W
ith firm
,
sure strokes he
began to
move
,
drive
u
p in
her glove
tight
cunt
,
echoing her
passionate
moans as he
drove in
, stretching her, opening her inch by inch.

His
need
was so
intense
that
he
struggled
for air
,
taking
deep
,
gasping breaths
.
Christ
,
he was dizzy
. H
e thought
he might
black out
.
All he knew was that he had to go higher, as hig
h
as he could.
He needed to fuck her, press up in her
,
fill her to the hilt with his throbbing cock. More than anything
,
he wanted to bury himself deep inside of her where it was pure and good and filled with love--high up inside her beautiful cunt. His, all his.

Long after he began
hammering
in
her, one harsh visceral thrust after another,
her cunt squeezing, sucking, drawing him deeper, higher, they
rose together to a blinding
body and mind shattering climax. Their combined cries--pained, ecstatic
,
joyful
--
f
illed the
night
air.
They were too engaged, too far gone in their rapture to know or to care if they were heard. They were alone,
just
the two of them
,
sobbing,
laughing, gasping for air
--
trembling with
one
body shuddering
reverberation
after another
as they lay together,
bound
together
,
as if they were one.
 

Many moments later
,
he rolled over and
struggled
to his knees.
He leaned down and kissed her
eyes, her cheeks, her
swollen mouth
,
then picked her up
in his arms
and rose unsteadily to his feet.

She giggled and whispered
, “You better not drop me or I’ll
tell everyone I made you weak
.”

He grinned and held her close
. Carrying
her back
through the garden
to their bed
, his
strong, sweaty body gleam
ed
like gold
in the moonlight.
He
laid her on top of the co
unterpane
and
went in the bathroom
. He
washed off his lust-
covered body
,
then
returned to her side with a wet cloth. He lay beside her and wiped the sweat off her face
,
pushing her damp hair back against the pillow.
He
rubbed
the cool cloth over her breasts, smiling when she shivered and clenched at the tickling
touch
.
He leaned down, separated her legs
,
and buried his face in her crotch
,
inhaling the erotic smell of their combined sex.
He smiled when she whimpered and
lifted her hips
up against his face.

“Non, non,
mon
amour
précieux
,
I should not tease you.
That is
enough, enough for tonig
ht.
Let me clean you, wash you
.

He wiped
off
his se
men
and
the
sweet juice
s
from her thighs and groin, then gently spread her lips and cleaned the deep puffy folds of her sex. She moaned and sighed, shivers of pleasure rippling over her.

He threw the cloth to the floor
,
then lifted her up and pulled the covers back and laid her down on the soft cool sheets.
He crawled in beside her and
gr
oaned in pleasure when she moved up next to him
,
fitting her soft curves against the tight sinews of his chest and thighs.

~~~

They lay toget
her wrapped in each others arms
, whispering, murmuring words of love and passion.
After a while, s
he felt
his
body begin to relax, the tight muscles
start to
release. Hearing his even breathing, she thought he might be asleep.

She whispered in a soft voice so as not to wake him if he was sleeping
.

“Bai?”

“Yes, Elena.”

She hesitated,
and then
said,
“Can you talk about it?”

After
a long silence, he said, “We went to Madam Torrento’s brothel
in San Francisco
. We
took
the Chinese prostitutes
from
the Costa Nostra
.

She
was startled at first
and
then
nodded.
He had told her before what the mob was doing
. H
ow they were bringing
young
girls
against their will
from China
in the holds of ships
and selling them to the American brothels.

He
tense
d, rolled
over
,
and s
at
up on the edge of the bed.
She
rose
up on one elbow and watched him
walk over to the bureau
to
f
ind
his cigarette case.
I
n the
flare
of the match
, she saw the strain
tugging
at the edges of his eyes
and mouth
.
Without looking at her, he lit a cigarette and took several deep drags
,
blowing the smoke high in the air
.

He brought the cigarette case and an ashtray over to the bed. She moved to make room for him when he
climbed
back
in
bed and propped himself up on a pillow
beside her
. He pulled her up tight against his chest
, smoking
quietly
for several moments. She
lay
next to
him
,
her head
tucked
against his shoulder
,
waiting for him to speak.

He
took a last drag off his
cigarette, then reached in his case for another and lit it off the
end of the
first. He to
ok several drags
. W
hen he
finally
spoke his voice was soft, halting
.

“C
hrist
,
Elena
,
there
are
at least
f
orty
girls
, maybe fifty.

He shook his head.


The
oldest one
s
c
an’t be
more than
sixteen years
old
. M
ost of them
are
ten or eleven.

Elena gasped.
She trembled and her voice shook.

“Oh
,
my God, Bai. Dear God.”

He continued in a flat monotone.


We brought the girls back here. They’re in the infirmary.
M
any
of them are badly hurt.”


Oh
, Bai
,
I’m
sorry
.
I’m so sorry
,
d
arling
.”

She
sat
up and kissed him
,
then held h
im tight to her
. She
was silent
,
struggling
to
comprehend
the horror of what he was saying.

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