Bayou Bishops Box Set: Books 1-12

CHAPTER 11

Mon fucking Dieu. He grabbed her face and held it tight, ready to bow before her, codes and rules be damned.

He hurried to stand, and she eyed him with a look that said she might be devastated if he didn’t accept the beautiful gift she’d just offered him. Fuck. He raked both hands through his hair remembering all the things that should give him the strength to stop. She was too injured… and she needed time to know how she really felt. Without being influenced by codes and rules. He needed to see it too.

“Oh my God,” she said, misreading his hesitancy. “You… you don’t want to. Oh my God.”

“No, no, no, Ma Petite, I very much do want to.”

Confusion gradually replaced the shock and devastation as she stared at him. “What’s wrong?”

“You are not entirely healed, Ma Petite. I can’t risk hurting you.” He could stick with that for now.

She stared at his mouth then raised her offended gaze to his eyes. “You wouldn’t hurt me.”

Her bold faith in him did things he never imagined. “This is true, Ma Petite, never intentionally.”

She seemed to consider what he meant.

“You drive me out of my mind,” he explained, shaking his head. “I’m very sure I would accidentally hurt you.” That was pure fact.

Her brows tugged together. “You can…be gentle.”

He shook his head, especially sure he couldn’t be that. “I won’t risk it.”

Her sweet gaze softened, as she stared at him. “Well…when?”

The eagerness in her tone made his cock ache. As if she felt it, she lowered her gaze. “I can at least…” she raised her eyes back to his. “Make you feel good?” Her tongue swept innocently over her lips and the erotic gesture convinced Bishop it was the perfect solution. “I…I can’t say I’m skilled at anything, but…I did have certain classes, and…you can help me. Tell me what to do, what you like.”

Sahvrin closed his eyes, needing more air. He’d been planning all this on a one-way street. Her pleasure, not his. Her sweet offer was suddenly debilitating.

“Please?”

“Mon Dieu, you’re killing me,” he said, back to staring at her. “I can wait.”

She didn’t like that answer. “Wait for what? I just want to make you feel good. I can’t get hurt doing that.”

He let out a single laugh around his insane arousal.

“You need it,” she said gently. “And I want to. A lot.”

“Ma Petite,” was all he could say, his mind lending logic to her sweet argument. He sought for an anchor and sat in the single chair behind him, holding the arm rests.

“I can’t believe you’re making me beg to give you pleasure,” she said with a mix of mild offense, surprise, and maybe amusement. “Are you scared I’ll hurt you?”

He let out a laugh at that, needing the comic relief in that second. “I’m scared you’ll drive me crazy and make me do something I’ll regret.”

A look of eager curiosity filled her hot gaze. “What would you do?” she asked, like it was a pleasure option on the menu. And it was, God, it was, but she wasn’t ready for that kind of fucking even if she was the right one. But his arousal was like a demon-bull he’d locked away for years that had grown during captivity.

“When you’re ready, I’ll show you,” he promised, winded at the idea.

Now she was winded too and very curious. “What if…I make you?”

“Ma Petite, stop,” he gushed, shaking his head, not even smiling at that boiling idea.

She suddenly rolled her eyes and dropped her head back with a cute growl. She had no idea how close she’d just come to getting anything she wanted. He realized a sudden problem. He already wanted to pleasure her again, but now she’d find that unfair. “But you, Ma Petite, need pleasure,” he said, ready to plead his case.

“I’m not arguing that one,” she said, waiting for him to elaborate.

“I can wait. You don’t need to wait.”

She stared for a few seconds, confused. “What are you saying? I feel like you’re telling me a riddle.”

He smiled, lowering his head. “I want to pleasure you again.”

Her jaw dropped after a second and remained that way while she sputtered attempted words. “That’s not fair.”

“To me?” he said in a chuckle.

“And to me! I want to just like you want to.”

Her selflessness was turning out to be the most unanticipated weapon. “Tomorrow night.”

She eyed him, surprised and looking suspicious. “What about it?”

“You can pleasure me.”

She melted right before him, lowering her gaze to his chest in open lust. “And… me?”

“You let me pleasure you twice more.”

Her eyes nearly glowed with her arousal and his cock ached, waiting. “What…will you do this time?”

She asked in curiosity, but her tone said she was bargaining. Wanting to know if the deal was worth taking. “I will do many things to you Ma Petite, but this time I want to lick your pussy until you’re pulling my hair in orgasm.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, her eyelids going heavy, cheeks pink with maybe shame and arousal at the idea. “You said you will show me when I’m healed…what you’ll do.” She licked her lips, drawing her knees up. “Tell me.”

Mon Dieu, she was full of provoking surprises. He would expect her to be too embarrassed to ask such a thing. ”The first time, I would make love to you.” He was now praying there would be a first time.

Her lips parted immediately as she crucified him with her hot stare. “And the second?” she asked on a light gasp.

His own lips parted from the heat consuming him. “The second time, and probably every time after, Ma Petite… I will fuck you.”

She let out a moaned gasp that jerked his cock. “And what’s…”

“The difference is…” he began, closing his eyes from the potency of his desire. “One is soft, slow and sweet.” He opened them, staring at her. “The other is not.”

Judging by the lust in her gaze, he was thinking he could possibly make her orgasm just with conversation. “What…will you do?”

Fuck, she wanted to hear him say it. “Are you sure you want to know that, Ma Petite?”

She nodded barely with a positive, “Yes.”

His pulse rammed his cock as he stared into her innocent gaze. “I will fuck you too hard, too fast and too long. And yet it will never be enough of any of those, this I am sure, Ma Belle Petite Fleur.”

The delicate sounds this produced from her had him at reckless again. “I will let you fuck me right now, Ma Petite. In my bed. You will sit your beautiful pussy on my mouth and fuck my lips and tongue until you orgasm.”

He was so desperate, he couldn’t even laugh at her unexpected wide eyes and quick headshake. “She finally gasped, “I can’t…I can’t do that!”

He wasn’t sure if she meant can’t or wouldn’t. “I will help you, Ma Petite,” he promised, winded still, assuming the best. “You don’t even have to work, I can take care of everything once you climb on.”

Her mouth fell open wider, and he wondered if it was the climbing on part she had problems with.

She was beyond fun to be with. “You don’t want this?” he asked, ready to laugh now.

She began to sputter again. “I…I do, I just…that’s…so…”

He waited for her description, kind of needing it. “So what, Ma Petite,” he pressed when she took too long.

“So…”

“Unimaginable?” he tried to help, wanting an inkling of where her mind was.

She shook her head at that. “Nooo, it’s plenty imaginable. That’s the problem.”

He gave in to his laugh finally, surprised that he could still be surprised by her. “Is it the climbing part, Ma Petite? Or the sitting? Or the fucking my mouth? You haven’t thought of doing this before?”

“Oh, I’ve thought of it plenty,” she corrected, suddenly serious as can be. “I was required to see all the positions, and there are many I told you.”

“Mon Dieu, I cannot believe there is a book like this.”

She nodded with slow severity before assuring, “Trust me… you wouldn’t want to try half of what’s in it. I thought some of it was a joke, the positions were so insane.”

For nearly a full minute he laughed before she demanded what was so funny.

“You laugh, but this stuff was not for normal people, maybe if you were in a circus and could bend the laws of physics.”

“Where can I find this book?”

She regarded him sharply like he’d asked for the plague. “God, I’m not telling you.”

“How many positions did they have Ma Petite?” he wondered, hungry for all of them with her.

Her mouth dropped open even more with wide eyes. “A ridiculous amount!”

“Ma Petite,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Will you describe one at least, please.”

She appeared to mentally sift through her useless sex databank for the best of the worst. He didn’t know what he enjoyed more, that there was so much sexual ground to explore with her or how stupid she thought it was. He was ready to seduce her into trying all of them before ever learning if she was the right one.

“Oh!” she remembered, glancing around. “I’ll need something to draw it.”

Sahvrin hurried to his desk and brought her a pen and notebook, flipping it to a clean sheet.

She took it and shooed him with little flicks of her fingers. “I can’t draw this while you’re looking,” she said, making him laugh as he sat several feet away from her on the couch.

He studied her profile as she drew, her brows raising while her head barely shook. “I can’t even…hardly draw this.”

She finally presented it to him, and he took it. He angled his head several different ways at her stick figure diagram, unable to hold his laughter in.

“I told you it’s crazy!”

“Ma Petite, I haven’t even figured out what I’m looking at.”

“Right? That’s how crazy it is!”

“I mean…show me what part is the woman and which is the man.”

She scooted closer with the pen and began circling things. “Her head. His head. This is her…you know what and this is his you know what.”

God she was fucking adorable, and he couldn’t stop from laughing at the derisive tone she had. But even with her circling things, her drawing skills prevented him from fully grasping what was being done. “Where are her legs, Ma Petite?”

“Here!” she cried, tracing the lines. “One going north and one going south.”

He finally saw it and hissed in pain.

“Right?”

“Maybe this is special sex for Olympic gymnasts?”

She threw her head back and laughed and the sight of it had him instantly hungry. Mon Dieu she was beautiful. She caught him staring and paused, eyeing him with a curious heat. “What?”

The soft word made him realize how close they were and what led to their discussion. He could do it here.

She seemed to read his mind and a look of arousal and worry slowly filled her. “What?” she demanded lightly, her voice a whisper.

“Did they have positions for oral sex?” he asked, moving to that topic, sure they did and sure he’d get that book too.

She gave a nod after a few seconds, confirming as much.

“Any that made you think… that looks amazing, I can’t wait for Bishop to do this to me?”

The sudden way she went serious made him realize what he’d called himself. Before he could worry, she bit her lip in pure lust. “The position’s not… just for her,” she said, breathless. “It’s for him and her.”

He immediately knew what she meant and somehow managed to say, “Tomorrow night” while wanting to think about the Bishop dynamic unfolding in his head.

Before her disappointment could go too far, he moved off the couch and knelt next to her. He gently pushed her hair over her shoulder on the left, then the right. Avoiding her burnt chest, he gently held her jaw and neck and eased her back.

She responded with those delicate whimpered gasps when he slid the shirt aside, exposing her beautiful breasts. Her soft full nipples made him forget his plan other than to make those tips tall and erect. He started with the left one, circling the plump softness with his tongue, her hot breaths on his face as she watched him make it hard. He moved his hungry gaze to hers, leaning to kiss her lips before going for the nippe on the right, groaning as he circled his tongue around it. “Does it make you hot, Ma Petite?”

“Yes,” she gasped, holding her hands in fists at her sides.

He continued the torment, pushing his cock into the couch as her desire grew hotter, bolder. “Where is it hot, my Angel?”

Her mouth flew open when he barely touched both tips with his fingers. “In my…” She gave several gasps. “Where you’re going to lick me.”

He slid the small skirt up, exposing the smooth triangle again. The years he went without suddenly crashed down on him in hungry revenge. He raised his eyes to hers. “Open your legs wide for me, Ma Petite.”

She struggled briefly then slowly opened them.

“More,” he said, his gaze moving between her tormented face, and her gorgeous pussy. He suddenly wanted to see her touch herself more than anything else. “Show me,” he said when she pulled her knees up a little. “Show me how you make it feel good.” He dipped the tip of his finger in her entrance, ready to build her courage. “My Angel is so wet,” he said around a shudder. “So tight on my finger.”

She finally made her move, sliding her hand between her legs. The sight of her stroking her clit was an instant addiction. He’d finger her while she masturbated until she came undone. Then he’d eat her pussy after she showered in the morning.

Her knees went back more with her growing moans and he pushed all the way in, learning her with careful touches. He watched his finger slide slowly out, groaning at the shine on it. “Ma Petite,” he said on a harsh breath as she moved her fingers in slow circles while he fucked her with deep, in and out strokes.

Her moans soon turned into cries that had him pumping his cock against the couch with thick breaths. “So tight on my finger,” he said harshly, picking up speed.

She arched her back, gripping his shoulder with her other hand. Gasps came with every moan now as she rubbed her clit faster. Fuck. “Come for me Angel,” he ordered harshly.

Her legs widened more, and she gave a strangled cry as the pleasure seized her so hard, only the sound of his finger ramming in her wet heat could be heard. Finally, her voice broke through, with gasp after gasp, like somebody fighting for their life.

Fucking Dieu, he’d never seen anything like it. Another instant addiction, watching her orgasm.

When everything slowed, he leaned and kissed her open mouth to taste the aftermath. “Ma Petite,” he breathed, winded from the rush of it while pumping his raging hard on against the couch.

“Oh God, that was…” She swallowed between breaths. “… amazing.”

Sahvrin groaned as he slid his arms under her body and lifted her off the couch. “Time for your beauty rest, Ma Petite. I’ll wake in the morning for your next orgasm.”

A slow sweet smile filled her face as he carried her around the couch and lay her in his bed.

“Sleep with me,” she begged, latching on to his arm.

“Tomorrow night, Ma Petite. Or I may sleep fuck you.”

She gave a gaspy hot look and licked her lips. “Okay,” she said, turning on her side and staring at him.

He needed to jack off before he exploded.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?” she asked when he’d turned to go.

He returned and leaned down, placing a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight Ma Petite, Ange.”

He half expected her to try to get more but instead she looked at him with a dreamy smile. “Goodnight Sahvrin Bishop.”

He stared at her a moment then went lay on the couch. Sahvrin Bishop. Hearing her say those names together in that order started a fight in him. Bishop wasn’t into sharing or being second to anybody, not even Saint Sahvrin. He’d fight till he had it all, every bit of that heaven he wasn’t supposed to touch.

But only if she wanted all of him. He’d never give himself to a woman again unless she proved she wanted his family, his swamp, and all the Horde that came with it.