The Frenchman's Revenge (49 page)

“Non, non
, Elena.
No whips tonight.
Instead
I am going to bathe you in champagne and lick every drop of it off you
– beginning with your lovely feet.”

He poured a glass of champagne
,
then dipped her toes in the glass.
Smiling at her ticklish protests
,
he sucked
off
each of her toes and then trickled the bubbly liquid over her feet and legs and began to lick it off in noisy, greedy gulps
ignoring her heated reaction
. Working his way up her long slender legs he bent her knees and whispered, “Spread your legs,
cherie
—
open
wide, for me.”

She moaned and
did
as he said only to have him separate
her puffy lips and pour a cloud of bubbly liquid
in
her slit.

She shrieked pulling back
against
the scorching chill of the
sparkling
liquid assaulting her tender flesh.
Laughing
with delight at her
tortured
reaction
,
Bai held her hips steady between his hands and took long
succulent
licks up
the sides
of her slit
,
then
with a passionate groan buried
his
tongue deep inside
,
hungrily
sipping the alcoholic nectar mixed with her exotic juices
.

He
ignored her protests
and
stopped to rest
only
after
he had
tasted
her
breasts
,
her nipples, the sensitive
divot of her
navel. Then he
flipped her over to pour the
bubbly
liquid between the cheeks of her ass and
languidly
lick
ed
her
dry
.

He laid back against the pillows his eyes dark with momentarily sated lust
,
a mix of
pungent
liquids on his
lips and
tongue. She pulled herself up against him and struggled to quiet the shivering heat of her desire. Riveted by his long muscular torso, expert hands
and mouth and stunning erection,
she snatched the bottle
of champagne he was holding loosely
in
one hand.

“
What about you, Bai?
I think you need to be bathed
,
as well.
May I
pour champagne over your
chest;
lick
it off
your nipples
?
Pour this b
etween your toes? In this place where your thighs meet your butt?
May I dip your cock in champagne and suck it off
?
D
rizzle
icy bubbles over
your balls
and taste the sparkling sweetness?
”

Bai rolled over
and
pulled her on top of him
, as his cock reared to
attention.

“I have never been one to
refuse
sensory experiences of any kind,
cherie
.
P
erhaps that is just what my
throbbing
cock needs to cool it down
--c
hampagne and your luscious
mouth
.
”

For over an hour
they drizzled, licked and sipped a mix of stimulating flavors off each others bodies. Shrieking with laughter and shouts of passion
,
they assaulted one outrageous place after another passionately
, tenderly
,
fiercely
,
until they lay exhausted with spent
fervor.

B
ai rose up his muscular body streaked with the
residue
of
drying
alcohol
,
trickles of s
emen
and her erotic
juices
. He
went
to
the bathroom and
fill
ed
their bathtub with
decadent
oils and soap
y bubbles
.
He
walked back to the bedroom
and
smiled down at Elena
lying
in front
of the
hearth
, the warmth of the fire casting a rosy glow on her satiated body.

“Come
,
mon amour
.
As much as I enjoyed your talented tongue
and would never challenge your efficiency in licking me off,
I think we both need a bath.”

She lay between his thighs and rested her head back against his shoulder
. Sinking beneath the warm
fragrant bubbles
,
she
sig
hed
a long
languorous sigh.

“Mmm, oh my God, this feels so good. You feel so good.
I love you Bai.
More than anything in the world, more than I dreamed it was possible to love someone. And
now
, now
you
are my husband.
”

She nestled against him her fingers
,
tangled in the
short
hairs
on his chest. She
began to doze,
drift off to sl
eep
when she felt his
arousal
against her hip.

She raised a lazy eyelid to see him
holding his engorged cock in his hand.
She smiled watching with interest as he tugged on the burgeoning shaft
,
making it even harder
,
stretching the foreskin up and down with practiced strokes
.

Elena giggled, her eyes twinkling
.

“Hmm,
I think you like him a lot
.”

“
Ah
,
I do.
Because
of the pleasure he gives you.
And
,
not
incidentally, the pleasure
he
gives me.

“
I’ve been thinkin
g,
cherie
,
you are going to be very fancy
. P
erhaps
you need one more gift
.
”

He handed her a small
velvet
pouch
he h
ad
p
laced
on the edge of the tub
.

Elena
loosened
the drawstring tie
and
removed
a large gold ring with a wolf’s head and glittering
topaz
eyes.

“Oh
,
how gorgeous
!
What beautiful stones.
But
,
good God
,
Bai
,
where does this
one
go
?
In
my
nose?
”

He roared.

“
Even I would not be titillated
t
ugging on the end of your nose
,
amie.
Non, cherie.
This is a
ring for a much more erotic place
than
your beautiful nos
trils
.
”

“
But
it is big
; too
big for me
.
Where does it go
,
Bai
?
”

He grin
ned and pulled
his cock
out of the water
and
eased back the foreskin revealing the sensitive
glans
.
Her eyes widened in surprise.

“
If
a
P
rince of England can pierce his cock and
,
from all reports
,
Albert
kept Queen Victoria
in a
state of constant bliss,
it is the least I can do for you
,
ma
petite
.
”

Elena
sat
up in the tub shaking off her languor
. She
push
ed
his hands away
and
took
his
hard, engorged
sta
ff b
etween both of her hands.
She
ignored
his
aroused
hiss,
his quivering
thighs
and raspy breath
s
. She
examined
his cock
with
a connoisseur’s undisguised
interest
.
Bai thought with a delicious shudder
that
all she needed was a jeweler’s loupe to
better assess
the caret weight of the precious stones
as s
he measured
the ring against
the
engorged end
of his
weeping
prick.

With a saucy grin and toss of her head
,
s
he
gave a satisfied nod
.

“When will these piercings take place?”

He gro
aned and then growled
a low animal sound.

“Soon,
cherie,
very soon.”

Chapter 2
2

“You need to understand.
This isn’t only about killing Aldo Marcello. I want him crucified.
Shamed.
I want him to die reviled by the Costa Nostra. And I want him to go to his grave knowing the world sees him as the cowardly bastard he is.”

Wyatt and Nianzu nodded
. B
oth underst
ood
and
agreed
with Bai’s intens
e command
.
They spent the morning analyzing Tom’s report.
Tom Caldwell had been Wyatt’s
impresario
on the East
Coast
for twenty years and in the last three years earned Bai’s trust
,
as well. No one knew the political and financial kingpins like Tom did. He was one of them. Over the past twenty years
,
he had
charmed
his way into the backrooms of every political discussion and there wasn’t a soul more in the know when it cam
e
to political and financial chicaneries tha
n
Tom Caldwell. And no one
outside
of a very select circle knew his employers were the Wyoming governor and moneyman and now,
t
he Frenchman.

Bai ordered Tom to give them
everything he could find on
Marcello’s
operation.
Bai wanted to take him down in a spectacular way – a way that would
most
dishonor Aldo. To his delight
,
Tom seemed to have found the perfect opportunity. According to Tom’s in
formants
, Aldo had created a lucrative side business
.
Through sheer force of will and a healthy dose of terror,
Marcello
had set himself up as the prime money launderer for the smaller gangs on the East
Coast
.
Once a month
,
like
naive
cattle entering the killing chute
s
at a rendering plant
,
the gang leaders lined up to give
Marcello’s
men their monthly earnings
. F
or a cut, Aldo ran the
ir
killings through his banking cronies and turned dirty money to sweet smelling enterprises.
The operation
became
so successful that it earned Aldo three times what his gang made on their
every day
vices
. It also
made Aldo the
richest and
most feared leader among the East
Coast
gangs.