The Frenchman's Revenge (57 page)

He smiled and shook his head as if amused by
her
response.

“That’s a good girl,
cherie
. I like your hard, pointed nipples.
They remind me of how they feel on my tongue, my teeth when I lick them, bite them,
and suck
on them.”

His grin widened
when her nipples tightened more
and she flushed trying to keep her faithless body from re
sponding
to his provocative words.

“Now,
cherie
, show me your pussy.
”

“Bai, stop!”

“Stop,
cherie
? Why ever would I do that?”

H
e
reached out
and tucked the end of the
crop
under her chin and lifted
her face to his.
His voice
hardened
and
the li
n
es by his eyes tightened
.

“
Je le répète
.
I repeat.
Show me your pussy
.
I want to see it
.

“
N
ow
,
cherie
.”

Elena stepped back and tried to
squelch
the angry tears in her eyes. Her lips hurt from biting on them. With a defiant toss of her head
,
she reached down to drag off her drawers
,
taking her stockings with them

“
Non, non,
petite fille
.
Leave your sto
ckings
on
and
those sexy
shoes.
Just your drawers.
That’s the way
. S
ee how obedient you can be? And now,
cherie
, lean
back and open your sweet little cunt for me.”

Elena gasped in shock
, then gathering her pride and her anger tight around her she shook her head no.

“What’s the matter,
cherie
?
You don’t want me to see how aroused you are?
Hot and wet,
m
y
j
olie
petite puta
?
”

Bai
reached out with
t
he crop and s
lid
the handle
between her soft outer folds
.
He
ignored her
startled gasp and attempt to squeeze her legs together.
Without taking his eyes off of her, he brought
the crop
back to his mouth and licked the
creamy
moisture off the end.

His voice was thick, taunting.

“Mm hmm. Ah
, mon amour
. So wet, so soon. I haven’t even touched you
,
yet your pretty little pussy is dripping wet.”

Elena tried to hide her embarrassment, furious at
her body’s
betrayal
.
S
he was determined to take control of the situation.
She couldn’t allow Bai to torment her like this.
She crammed
her thighs together and did what she could to keep her nipples from hardening more.

She
thrust out her
chin, trying to ignore the sultry gleam in his eyes, the knowing smirk on his lips and said in as dismissive a voice as she could,
“If I had known the wicked warlord was going to be here
,
I wouldn’t have agreed to stay tonight.”

Bai
chuckled as he closed the gap between them. He pulled her hard up against him and growled in her ear.

“Really?
My assumption is
,
given the naughty little girl you are
,
the presence of the warlord
is
irresistible.
Ah, and look here
,
cherie
, it seems as though he has brought his toys.”

Elena looked where he was pointing and to her surprise saw the red lacquered box on the end of the bed. She pushed back hard against his chest with both hands and twisted away from him
,
looking for a place to run.

Bai
laughed
at her fruitless
attempt to
retreat.
He grabbed her from behind and tossed her up over his shoulder.

“Bai, damn you.
Put me down!”

He laughed when
she
s
wore at him
and beat furiously against his back.

Holding her legs firmly with one hand
,
he reached up and snapped the crop against
one
bare
ass cheek
,
then the other
. She s
hrieked
in shock and fought against him.
He reached the
edge
of the bed in two large steps and tossed her to the middle of the
mattress.
She
jumped to her hands and knees and moved back
, her eyes dark with anger
--
and desire
.
H
e
only
laughed harder
,
th
en
climbed
up on the bed and
grabbed her and
flipped
her on her back. He crawled up
on top of her, covering her body, his weight taking her breath.
G
ra
sping
her hair with one hand
,
he
twisted it hard, bringing her face up next to his.

“
Don’t fight me
,
naughty girl. You know you can’t win.
”

With one hand
,
he open
ed
the
red
box and
took
out the wrist and ankle restraints.

“Ah, look
,
what
do
we have here?
Just what I need to tame my little spitfire
, oui, cherie?
”

H
e captured her
hands and pinned them above her head.
With a quick twist
,
he snapped a cuff on each of her wrists.

She struggle
d harder, tossing her head from side to side
bucking up against him.

“
I don’t
want to do this
,
Bai.
I’m angry!”

“
Ah
cherie,
non, non, non
.
You act as though you
have a choice in the matter
.
F
ille
foolis
, silly
girl.”

He tossed the
long ties
around the bedposts and
expertly
tied
the restraints. Ignoring her s
hrieks
and furious kicks
,
he grabbed
her
ankle
s
, stripped off her stockings and shoes
and within seconds
secured her legs to
the
corner posts at the foot of the bed
. When he finished
tying her down
,
he looked at
her naked spread eagled body and gro
wled
at the erotic picture she made.

Her wild fiery hair was splayed against the white down pillows, her face and chest were flushed with anger and
,
he knew
,
also
,
with desire.
He ran his fingers over the
tight
peaks of her nipples and pinched them hard.
When
she
shrieked
,
he laughed
and
dragged
his
hand
across her stomach and rested
his fingers
between her
legs
.
He gazed at the slick wet folds of her pussy
, the cream running down the inside of her thighs
,
and didn’t try to cover his hard groan
, his throbbing cock
. Christ, how could anyone be more beautiful, more fucking
desirable?

“Ah,
bebe
.
Do you have any idea how beautiful you look? How erotic?
Such a feisty, naughty little girl.
Fighting so hard even when you know you can’t win
; don’t want to win
.
Yes,
jolie
fille
? Y
ou pretend you don’t want me,
that
you don’t like being tied down
. You pretend you don’t
like
being
a beautiful prize laid out for my enjoyment, my pleasure. But your body,
cherie
, your tempting luscious body betrays you.
Look at the sweat here between your breasts.
And, here
,
the cream
running
between your legs.
Mm hmm, just the smell of you gives you away
,
tells the tale of your desire.
”

She twisted he
lplessly
, writhing
against the restraints.
Then
her breathing changed and with a
hard
moan
,
she thrust her hips up to reach his groin, panting, trembling.

He grinned and leaned down,
licking around
the sensitive ridge of her ear.

“Now what,
petite puta
? What does my
pretty
little whore want now? You want me to touch you?
How about if I touch you with this?
”

He picked up the crop and
ran the soft feathered end over the tips of her breasts
,
smiling when they
tightened
in hard
bead
s
.
When she moaned and strained against the soft
tickling
pressure, he stepped back and
flicked the leather tails across her breasts
, once, then twice
.
S
he
cried
out
and tried
to pull
back,
but
he snapped
the whip
again
,
this time
a flick
over her bare silky mound.

He laughed at her shocked gasp.

“Hmm
, petite amie,
you like that?
The soft touch of the feathers followed by the
flick
of the whip?
Against your sensitive nipples, like this?
And
then
against your sweet little pussy
, like this?
”

“Oh God, Bai.
That feels…
Oh my God.
I…I need you.
I want you, now,
right
now!”

“
F
ille
folle
,
silly
girl.
Now you want to come?
First you taunt
, tease
those men,
and then
you challenge me
?
And now you want me to let you come?
As though that is your
decision, your choice?
Hmm,
bebe,
one would
think y
ou are not tied down, waiting for me to decide what to do with you. What should I
do
,
petite puta
?
Suckle your nipples until they ache for relief?
Lap up
the
juices from your dripping pussy?
Lick and bite th
is
hard little nub until you beg for mercy? L
et you come?
Let your hot little body shatter with excitement?
”