The Frenchman's Revenge (46 page)

Elena’s eyes lit up at the sound and she tossed her head and waited for a moment
,
holding the
top of the dress
against her chest
,
then slowly
swaying to the music
,
l
et
the gown
drop to the floor
. She
daintily stepped out of it and looked to Bai for his approval.
He smiled slightly
,
seeing
the lacy chemise
covering
her breast
s
and
her
tight ass
-
hugging drawers.
Christ, he thought
to himself
, who but Elena would wear such scanty
outrageous
underwear beneath a formal wedding gown.
His breath hitched in appreciation
. He
resettled his hips
in the chair
to ma
ke room for his burgeoning cock fighting against the seam of his trousers.

Elena
turned her back to him
,
twitching
her hips from side to side
t
o the
beat of the
music
.
She
released
the
hooks on her waist length chemise-
-
one by one.
She looked over her shoulder with a
teasing
grin and
wait
ed
an additional breathtaking moment
,
then whirled back to face him
,
her chemise fluttering to the floor.

Sparked by the
flash of
lust in his eyes, she held
h
er naked breasts
up
to him
the
abundant
flesh overflowing her small hands
.
Seeing
the
flush on his cheeks
,
s
he tentatively brushed
h
er
thumbs over the
tips of her soft pink
nipples.

“Pinch them, Elena.
Pinch your nipples the way that I do.”

He grinned, a s
alacious
twist
to his
lips when she blushed and her hand
s
faltered.


Do
it
,
cherie
.
Pull on your nipples.
Make them long and hard.
Ah,
oui
,
ma
petite
putin
.
Like that, just like that.
 
Now roll them in your fingers, harder
. M
m hmm.
Like that.
Look at how long they are, how hard.
Soon,
cherie
, I will suck on them.

She closed her eyes and moaned.

“Soon,
mon amour
, but not yet.”

The music wailed and Elena closed her eyes
,
her hips sway
ing
from side to side.

“Your drawers, Elena. I want to see your pussy.
Your ass.
Take off your drawers,
petite fille
.”

She slipped her fingers under the band of her drawers
,
then daring to look up at him
,
she slid them halfway down her hips
,
a teasing smile glinting in her eyes.

“Ah
,
cherie
, I see you want to torment me.
Not a good idea
, petite.
Remember
,
I am a hungry man.
Off.
Now.
Maintenant.

She turned her back to him and then bent over
,
tucking her ass up in the air and pulled
her drawer
s
slowly down over her hips, stopping for a moment as they cleared her
bottom
and pe
e
k
ed at him from under her arm, her face
hot
with heat.
When she hesitated
,
he grinned at her, then took
a deep
drag
off of his cigarette
,
trying to calm his cock jerking in response to her outrageous teasing.
She
stepped out of
her drawers
,
then stood up and turned
back to face him holding the scrap of lace in her hand. He blew a
cloud
of
s
moke up in the air
and held out his hand.
She smiled and tossed
her
drawers
to him
.
Not taking his eyes of
f
her flushed face, h
e buried his nose
in the damp silk
,
greedily inhaling her rich spicy smell
.

“Ah
,
mon amour
.
You are wet, very wet.
I think you have been like that for a
long
time, yes?

She moaned and lea
n
ed back against the table as the music came to a halt.
She stood before him, trembling,
naked except for her
thigh high
stocking
s
, one red garter
,
and her high heeled red slippers.

“I think you are too aroused to dance and undress, yes
,
m
a petite
? Le
t

s
focus,
concentrate on your naked body.
Uh uhh. Leave your stockings and shoes on. And yes
,
that garter.
I like the whore’s red of
your shoes and that garter against your pale white
skin
.”

He rose up, a fluid animal-like movement
,
and his eyes narrowed dangerously. He took a long drag on his cigarette
,
then reached behind him and ground it out in the ashtray.
He
ogled
her naked body
,
staring at her full breasts and
grinned
when her nipples peaked in hard points at his insolent stare.
He
dropped
his
gaze
to the flushed
folds
between her legs and smiled at the cream on her thighs. He loved
that
he could arouse
her;
make her juices flow just by looking at her.

“Undress me.”

She blushed at the command and hesitated
,
then
she
straighten
ed
up
and
seeming to gain
confidence
,
s
he swiveled her hips and
moved toward him. She l
ooked at
him for a moment
--
first
at his tousled hair
,
then
let her
gaze
roam
audaciously
down the length of his strong muscular body.
She licked her lips and smiled when he chuckled and shook his head
at her impudent appraisal.

“Does
m
a
petite putain
, my little whore
,
like what she sees?’

“Mm hmm. Very much
,
s
ir
.”

She sauntered over to stand in front of him
,
then to his surprise
,
she
took th
e red garter
off her thigh
and slipped it over her head
,
le
t
t
ing
it rest
against h
er throat.

He gasped at the sight of the erotic
band
around her neck – the
silky
red collar matching the
provocative
red of her sexy shoes.
He growled a low harsh sound.

“Hmm.
You like to wear a whore’s collar around your neck,
ma petite
?”

“Do you like it?”

He
snarled
and reached out and twisted a handful of her hair tight in his fist and pulled her face up close to his.

He hissed in her ear
.

“I like it very much,
cherie
.
But be careful, you are playing with fire,
ma petite
.”

She smiled a sultry smile
,
then began taking off his clothes a
n article
at a time
,
murmuring approvingly as
she removed
each piece
.
She took off his jacket and waistcoat, then with a flourish removed his tie and wrapped it around her wrist
,
smiling when he
hissed
.

She unbuttoned his shirt
,
scratching
her fingernails over the hard muscular ridges of his chest and stomach.
She
pulled
on his nipples and pinched them
,
giggling at his
smothered
groan. She
played
her teasing fingers
through
the smattering of silky hair on his chest
,
then
tugging
gently
worked her way down past the top of his trousers and buried her inquisitive fingers in the damp
wiry curls on
his groin.

She kne
lt
down
in front of him
and took
off his shoes and stockings
. Tilting her head back
,
she
smiled at the harsh strain on his face. S
he unbuttoned his trousers and with a flourish pulled his pants and underwear to his ankles.
Startled, s
he gasped
,
her eyes widen
ing
with pleasure at the sight of his throbbing cock. It
jutted out h
ard
and
long
,
stretching up against his stomach.
The
dark veins puls
ed
against the
silky
length and the tip
wept
with pearly drops.

Elena
closed her eyes
and pressed against his groin
,
resting her cheek against the pulsating shaft. A s
oft moan escaped her lips.

“You are so beautiful,
Bai.
I … can’t believe how gorgeous
, how big
you are
.

He
groaned and leaned back against the table, widening his stance.
She ran her hands over his thighs and started to stand.

Bai looked down at her upturned face, her eyes glowing with lust and pressed down hard on her shoulders.

“Uh uh,
bebe
, stay
down. O
n your knees.”

He grabbed her hair and twisted it tight in his hand
,
holding her head in place.
With his other hand
,
he grasped his
engorged
prick and pressed
the
swollen
end against her lips.


Open.
Suck it. Now.

H
is legs shook and his breath
came in raspy pants watching
his
aroused
cock
sliding
in and out of her full luscious lips
.
He groaned when she ran her tongue over the slit,
sucking
,
lapping
,
biting
,
and nipping at all the sensitive place
s she knew so well.

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