Bayou Bishops Box Set: Books 1-12

CHAPTER 18

Beth got up on her elbows, smiling as Sahvrin took her foot and began barely rubbing her feet. “I can”t feel it,” she laughed.

He didn’t answer her as he continued the same.

“Harder,” she said with a softening smile, watching him. He obeyed and it sent a thrill through her along with a million other instant ideas. “God that feels good,” she said, seriously, wondering how far she should go on the first time.

She smiled feeling mischief. “Kiss my feet.”

He took her foot in both hands and held it before him like a sacred object then began placing the softest kisses along the top. Her smile slowly disappeared as she watched his lips on her. God he was such a good kisser. His eyes were closed, and he opened his mouth more, stealing her breath when he began French kissing her foot, his hot tongue licking. Her pulse raced as he moaned like it was turning him on, sucking and nipping at the skin until she felt delirious.

“Stop,” she gasped, ready to orgasm if she saw him kissing anything another second.

He obeyed, setting her foot back on the bed, not even looking at her yet. She was frozen with need and how to meet them without doing too much. What she really wanted was to pleasure him, but he never let her. What was she thinking, she had the power to change that. She could make him let her. And make him…not touch her while she did, as hard as that would be for her. And him.

What if she commanded him to pleasure himself?

Oh God, yes.

“Go get the chair and put it there.” She pointed to the middle of the floor where she could see him.

He rolled his eyes to her for a burning two seconds then did as she said. It was official. She definitely liked commanding him.

“Take off your pants.”

****

Sahvrin almost choked on shock, never guessing she’d have the courage to command that. His pulse hammered in his cock as he hurried to obey before she got cold feet.

Standing obediently in his underwear, he waited.

“Sit in the chair.”

He did, then leaned back, putting his ass at the edge. He propped his heels on the chair legs, opened his knees and rested both hands between his thighs, waiting. But Mon Dieu, he could come under that hot gaze of hers.

She licked her lips, telling him she’d just stumbled into something delectable. Soon, it wasn’t just desire in her eyes, but a current of heat that sent anticipation riding his spine. Judging by the delay, this next command was hard for her. He silently willed her the courage to say it.

“Touch it.”

The whisper shot out like a whip aimed at his cock. He wasn’t about to ask for specifics. He slowly moved his hand over the length, pressing as he did. Her eyes were locked on what he was doing.

“Both hands,” she added, breathless.

He groaned, reaching between his legs and cupping his balls while sliding his hand along the length. She watched from on her elbow, her lips parted, eyes like a fire on him.

He opened his legs more, pressing his fingers into his balls while grabbing his length in his fist.

“Take it off.”

****

Beth swallowed and licked her lips, nearly panting as he stood, doing as she said. She gasped when his cock sprang free from his underwear, terrifyingly huge. He returned to his position and opened his legs nice and wide, placing his heels back on the legs of the chair. This time he grabbed his cock at the base and held it in his fist, as if wanting her to see how huge and tall it was. Noted. Very huge and very tall. She couldn’t stop her moan as he moved his hand slowly up the length, his fingers stroking over his balls again. Oh God she wanted to suck him so bad. Maybe next time she’d have the nerve.

She was desperate to touch herself while watching him. What an orgasm that would be. His breaths thickened and his mouth opened a little when his fist circled the head. She moved her eyes along his abs and chest, terrified to look at him, knowing he watched her watching him. But she had to, his gaze was magnetizing, pulling it to hers. When their eyes locked, she gave another moan. The boil in his stare burned her clit making it ache. She should command him but wasn’t sure how now.

She wanted to make him come, see how he looked in an orgasm. “Come for me,” she quickly said before she chickened out.

His head dropped back with his eyes closed, breaths strained and hissing as he opened even wider. He moved his fist faster along his cock the muscles in his abs and arms flexing. So beautiful, oh yes. He brought his head forward, his moans thick now as he sped up, watching himself.

“Oh God, yes,” she gasped when he reached farther between his legs, those beautiful fingers sinking into his balls and a little beneath.

“Beth,” he gasped, his head going back again. She sat up, panting as his hips rolled hard with his orgasm.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, devouring the sight of his cum jetting on his stomach in powerful spurts, all over his lickable muscles. His eyes remained clenched tight for endless seconds before harsh groans strained out of him. She had to kiss him when he did that next time.

Her heart pounded fiercely when his hand finally slowed along his cock while his body heaved with deep breaths. His fingers were still pressed into his balls, moving softly and she noted their location, wanting to know every spot on him that gave him extreme pleasure.

His head finally came forward and she swallowed, bracing for the sure lock of his gaze on hers. Nothing could really prepare her and when it did, she literally moaned at the potent look he wore. His chest still rose and fell, and his cock lay almost asleep in the crook of his one opened leg. She’d never imagined a man could be so, so, sexy.

His brows rose a little and she realized he waited for a command. “Uh…get dressed,” she said, her mouth dry as he slowly stood. He turned and went to his dresser, giving her another amazing show of his backside. Dear, dear, sweet saints, he was insanely beautiful. His muscular legs, his butt. Perfect. But his back was a panty-melter. Maybe it was the tattoo. She wanted to touch that so much. Up close with her lips and tongue. So much she wanted to do to him and with him.

He turned, wiping himself with a t-shirt, boldly cleaning himself. How did he have zero inhibitions in this? She envied his confidence, unable to imagine doing it. She could barely manage him seeing her with the light on. He was like a wild animal, never learning any shame and she was very grateful for that.

“Ma Petite is going to get my cock hard again if she keeps devouring me with her pretty eyes.”

She met his gaze, heat flooding her clit and cheeks instantly. “I…” she almost apologized. “You’re so beautiful,” she said, wanting him to hear it from her. She never wanted to regret not telling him what burned in her heart and mind. And body.

He made his way to the chair and fetched his underwear and sat. She watched him casually put them on as if nobody else was there. He stood and turned, depriving her of seeing what him putting his glorious cock away looked like. She could have commanded him to let her see. She really needed to learn to use that.

He turned and made his way to the bed like a tidal wave of sex appeal about to crash down on her. She braced again. She did that a lot with him. He held so much power over her without trying, it was exhilarating. He put his forearms on the mattress, trapping her in his gaze now, two feet away. “How did I do?”

“Amazing,” she said, wetting her lips and staring at his sexy mouth, tugging with a smile.

“I had a good master.” His eyes lowered to her mouth and her lips parted.

“I was terrible,” she said, bringing his seductive gaze back to hers as he gave her a slow headshake.

“I tremble to imagine what you will do to me when you get some backbone.”

Tremble. Hard to imagine him trembling for anything. Right now, she was conflicted with fear of him commanding her. She wanted it so bad but wouldn’t ask, she couldn’t. She would masturbate later while he slept.

A sudden light flashed, followed by a rolling thunder a few seconds later. “Where are you sleeping?” she wondered.

He took hold of her face and pulled her to his mouth, the firm tug making her clit tingle. He was going to make an amazing dominant. He already did. His lips were tender on hers, pressing softly at many angles like he wanted to feel them every which way. “With Ma Petite, if she can agree not to rape me.”

She couldn’t stop her laugh at his mouth, closing her eyes at the amazing feeling of his fingers stroking along her face. “I promise,” she said, so glad he would.

“And if you agree that tomorrow, I get to command Ma Petite the same way she commanded me.”

Her excitement shot out in a slight moan, bringing his hand behind her neck for a deeper kiss. “Yes,” she remembered to answer, sliding her fingers along his jaw, feeling it open and close with his devouring kiss. “I need it,” she gasped in his mouth, too desperate to care.

“Undress.”

The command was so hot and harsh it made her moan again, as if he’d touched her. She moved the sheet and his hand shot out, stopping her. His Mah-Mah had snuck in a naughty sheer red top and bottom.

“Don’t fucking undress,” he said, his breath rushing out at seeing the sheer panties next. Placing his hand on her outer thigh, he turned her toward him, so her legs hung over the edge. He shoved her knees open, setting off her gasps and moans before he even started. He stared between her legs, a hungry groan leaving his sexy, parted lips.

He took hold of the panties and yanked them down, the bite of material making her delirious. “Sahvrin,” she panted when he pushed her legs back open and stared right at her pussy.

He looked right at her now. “Who are you fucking wet for?”

Oh God. Soft moans came on every breath. “Bishop. I’m wet for Bishop.”

He placed her left foot on the edge of the mattress then the other. He worked his fingers under her ass and lifted her pussy up.

“Bishop,” she panted again, shame and desire battling it out as he kissed slowly along her inner thigh. She couldn’t keep from watching as he slid his nose right between her folds, his breaths thick with sounds of lust making everything throb. Already her legs trembled, desperate. The tip of his nose pressed against her clit, right as his tongue licked at her entrance. “Oh my God,” she gasped, heat flooding her privates and making her reach for more already. His fingers dug into her upper butt as he pressed his mouth harder against her, groaning as he tongued her. His nose randomly pressed her clit, driving her crazy and forcing her to reach harder, twirling and flicking for more friction.

She gasped when he moved to her clit, his breaths ragged and hungry as he opened her pussy lips so wide with his thumbs. “Oh please,” she shot out dropping her head back and rocking against the gentle suction. “Don’t stop, I’m begging, don’t. Oh God.”

He answered with a harsh groan, then slid one of his thumbs in her pussy, moving it in and out, matching the rhythm of his suction. “Oh God, Bishop,” she called, clutching and pulling his hair, pumping her hips faster. Her moans turned into cries of “Oh God, oh God, oh God” higher and higher. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” He held tighter, his strained moans vibrating on her pussy as she bucked and shuddered without a bit of shame.

His mouth finally turned soft, his tongue licking gently now. The sounds he still made against her was like its very own sex. She ran her fingers through his silky thick hair, staring at how sexy he looked with his face between her legs, hands still holding her up. He continued his leisure lapping with soft French words fluttering hot against her. When he lowered her butt to the bed, he stared at what he’d feasted on. The back and forth gliding of his warm hands on her inner thighs spread a tingle through her till she smiled.

She watched him slide his mouth on her left then right leg and realized he’d just wiped himself on her. For some reason it made her smile more. “I’m your napkin?”

He promptly returned to the same spot, French kissing the area. Her smile faded at how his jaw moved with his sexy mouth opening and closing with sucks and tongue-twirling on her skin. Winded, he did the exact same to the other thigh before finishing with a gentle kiss on both. Mercy, she was back at breathless. “All clean.” He straightened and closed her legs with a reverence before returning them to the bed. She quickly scooted over so he could climb in with her but instead he headed to the door. Her stomach tensed then loosened when he hit the lights.

****

Sahvrin considered getting on his knees like he used to do as a little boy to thank God for His Petite begging for that. Mon Dieu, going slow with her was going to be some kind of heaven he’d never imagined suffering. And not only did she invite the Bishop to play, she’d put him first. Now he waited with wicked cravings locked and loaded on his sweet angel.

He’d intended to sleep on the floor but after seeing the fear in her face when the thunder struck reminded him storms were a trigger for her. Might always be since she was in the jaws of one when he rescued her. Climbing the ladder, he crawled in next to her, careful not to touch the wrong things, lest he lose what little control he had.

She turned on her side and pressed her forehead against his shoulder and laced her fingers in his.

The sweet gesture stirred his violent protective instincts and he reached with his other hand, stroking her head and along her face. Her soft moan came as she wrapped both her arms around his, holding it close to her.

“Ma Petite?” he said, fighting not to feel everything pressing into his arm.

“Hmm?”

“Do you recall a person by the name of Julian Abshire?”

She hesitated then whispered, “Yeah, why?”

Tension gripped his muscles as he continued stroking her forehead. “His name keeps coming up in our recon. Who is he to you?”

“He was…a very annoying person.”

“How was he annoying,” he wondered.

“Like a stalker kind of annoying. Why?”

Stalker. “I was told to ask you if you knew the name. I’ll find out.” He wasn’t about to have her thinking of that before sleep. “Stalker, huh?”

She stroked his arm with her fingers, and he felt her nod. “Level ten.”

“What is that to you?”

“When you can’t take no for an answer and keep hounding a person.”

“Did you date him?”

“Very briefly. Up until he wanted to break the sex rules.”

Sahvrin turned on his side, facing her. He slid his finger along her face then pushed her long hair off her shoulder, his protective urges biting down.

“Why would his name be coming up,” she wondered quietly. “You think he’s involved? I wouldn’t put it past him if he was. He was a real player, that one. Thought I was the most beautiful woman he”d ever seen and that I should be a model.”

Fuck. That was a match. “Turn over, Ma Petite.”

After a moment, she did and he pulled her into his body, draping his arm over her chest. She wrapped her hands around it and snuggled her mouth against it. Needing her closer, he covered her legs with his, resisting his cock’s need to push against her ass. He couldn’t wake her beautiful appetite it was more lethal to him than his own.

“I meant to ask…” he said, rubbing his lips on her shoulder. “What’s your mother’s maiden name?”

She gave a small moan. “Sweetling. Amelia Sweetling.”

“Her maiden name?”

“Mmhm. Isn’t that cool?” she murmured around a yawn. “They had the same last names.”

Cool wasn’t the term that came to mind.

“Sahvrin?”

He sucked in a breath and opened his eyes, realizing he’d drifted off. “What?”

“Your phone is chirping,” she mumbled next to him. “Might be important.”

He got up on his elbow, glancing at the lit screen on the dresser. Shit, what time was it? He leaned and kissed her temple several times then quietly hopped down onto the floor. At his dresser, he picked up his phone, squinting a little as he unlocked the screen. Eleven thirty. Perfect timing.

Jek’s name was first, and he opened his box. Kattrina’s getting texts from Savvie. She wants to text her, said she’s worried and scared.

Shit.

“Everything okay?”

He made his way back to the bed, standing next to it as he texted him back. “Savvie is texting her mother, worried. She wants to text back but…”

“Oh no, that’s terrible,” she said. “You think they’ll get suspicious if she doesn’t text her?”

“Maybe.” He dialed Jek’s number and the moment he picked up, he moved the phone from his ear at encountering Katrina’s pissed screaming. “Jek?” Sahvrin called over the racket.

“Just gag her!” Jek yelled.

“I’m trying!”

Sounded like Bart. “Does she need a sedative?” Sahvrin asked. “I’ll call Mah-Mah.”

“So she can spit it in my eye?” Jek said, sounding like she’d done that already.

“I’ll have her put it in a syringe.”

“Good. Have her bring something for a bite. She bit Zep.”

“Why the fuck she do that?”

“He pissed her off is her reason. He told her the truth and she couldn’t handle it Zep said.”

He didn’t even want to know. “What about Savvie, what do you think we should do?”

“Was hoping you had ideas. Not texting seems like a bad one.”

Sahvrin went over several scenarios, not liking any of them. “I’m coming. I’ll call Mah-Mah first. You ready?”

“Yeah, very,” he said, like he’d rather fight a legion of demons than deal with Katrina.

The hell was going on down there?

“You have to go?”

He turned, finding His Petite up on her elbow.

He walked over and stroked her face. “I do have to go. I have land business with my brothers tonight. Would you like to come downstairs? I can get Luseah to stay with you.”

The look on her face brought his anger. “What? Did Luseah say something or do something stupid?”

She barely shook her head. “But…she doesn’t like me for some reason.”

“What the fuck she do, why didn’t you tell me?” The look of sick worry on her face brought his lips to hers. “I’m sorry, I’m not mad at you.”

“She’s just a child,” she said. “Your Aunt said she’s just jealous and would get over it. I’d rather not force anything. But Lucas was very nice to me,” she assured, as though that would salvage something with his bratty sister. It wouldn’t.

“I’ll get him to wait with you, then.”

“I can probably manage fine by myself. In here.”

He pulled her mouth to his again. “No. And sorry angel, that’s a command.”

The soft press of her fingers on his face called up all that heaven she offered. He took her hand and held those fingers on his lips. “Okay,” she whispered finally.

He remembered her need for Bishop and again pulled her to his mouth, a rush of lust making him groan. “When I get back,” he said, holding tight to her jaw before releasing it to caress her neck. “Bishop wants you all to himself.”

Desire made her breaths shake and he gripped her jaw again too hard, kissing her with a buried lust that commanded His Petites. Mon Dieu, she was a moldable fire in his hands, begging to be shaped by him. He just had to make damn sure not to hurt her in those flames.