Bayou Bishops Box Set: Books 1-12

CHAPTER 25

“Are you sure I should be here?” Beth asked one more time from the big swing under the tree.

“I’m very sure,” he said, raising their clasped hands and kissing hers.

“There she is,” Beth said, waving to her, more nervous than he was maybe.

Savvie seemed in good spirits, and she was sure Lucas had everything to do with that but wasn’t about to say anything now that she saw how much it bothered Sahvrin.

Beth scooted over to let her sit between them, and at the last second it felt like Sahvrin tried to hold her next to him. Oops.

“What’s up?” Savvie asked, sitting and looking at Beth.

“It’s Sahvrin that wanted to talk to you,” she said, pointing at him. She gave her a wink and smile at seeing the worry in her face.

“Hi Sahvrin,” she said. “What’s up?”

“Not much, kiddo, how was your day?”

“It was fun. Beth and I made brownies for the guys.”

“I heard,” he said, smiling at her. “Thank you for that.”

She lowered her head. “If you’re wanting to talk to me about Lucas…”

“No, that’s not what I want to talk to you about.”

“Oh,” she said, sounding only a little less worried. “Is it…about my dad?”

“Yes, it is, actually,” Sahvrin said. “I have to tell you something that’s kind of a big deal.”

She stared, and Beth took her hand, holding it. “Okay.”

Sahvrin leaned forward with his forearms on his legs, head down. “I’ve probably never been more scared to tell somebody something in all my life,” he admitted, warming Beth’s heart. Honesty was good. Vulnerable even better.

“What?” Savvie wondered.

“Your mom and I used to be married.... And when she left the swamp all those years ago, she was… pregnant with you. Only I didn’t know, she never told me. It wasn’t until she came asking for help that I learned this.”

He stared at her while Beth stroked her hand.

“So…you’re…”

“I’m your real father. And I’m…sorry that I never knew about you. If I had, I would’ve never left you there. Or your mom. But I will never let you go, you’re safe with me as long as you want to stay. And I do hope you want to stay. I don’t want you to ever leave.”

Beth froze when Savvie tugged her hand out of hers and held it in her lap, looking down. She caught Sahvrin’s look, and held up a hand, signaling he wait.

“Does this mean…Lucas is…”

“Lucas isn’t blood related, honey,” Beth said.

“So… your romance is safe,” Sahvrin said, to which Beth nodded approval when he eyed her.

“Whatnow?” he mouthed with wide eyes.

“You okay honey?” Beth asked after many seconds. “There’s no wrong way to feel about this. No matter how you feel, it’s okay. Mad, sad, happy, guilty, you can’t do wrong with this.”

“All of it,” she whispered, wiping her eyes, looking in her lap still.

“Okay, that’s good,” Beth said. “Anger is definitely understandable.”

She sucked in a jagged sob, wiping her eyes again. “Only I don’t know who to be angry at,” she said. “My mom? How can I be mad at her, she’s done nothing but try to be a good mom even though she mostly sucks at it. Even when she gets beat on by that…stupid man I thought was my father,” she gushed, then let out a sob, wiping her eyes more as her breaths shook. “I’m so glad he’s not my dad, I hate him. And somehow, I’m guilty about that?” she squealed, confused. “Why would I be guilty for hating a monster?”

She turned and Beth put her arms around her, petting her head. “Because you thought he was your dad, that’s all, and you just wanted his love.”

“I was never pretty enough, or good enough or smart enough,” she choked out bitterly.

Beth eyed Sahvrin, worried over the dark look on his face. God, he was pissed.

“I understand the guilt,” Sahvrin said quietly. “I didn’t know and yet I can hardly stand to be in my own skin. I let this happen, I let my own blood, my own daughter get hurt for all these years. I’m sorry, this was a bad idea to tell her.”

“Sahvrin,” Beth called as he walked off.

Savvie flew off the swing with a “Wait!”

He turned and she plowed into his body, wrapping her arms around him. Beth covered her mouth, stifling a sob.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m glad, I swear I am. Don’t be sad.”

He buried his face on her head, hugging her back tight. “I am sorry, and I am so sad,” he gasped. “I missed you, I missed everything, you don’t even know me.”

“I can learn,” she wept. “We can learn.”

****

Sahvrin climbed the stairs after his shower, feeling more exhausted than ever and yet lighter. He opened the door and froze at finding His Petite presenting herself in the middle of the room in tiny sheer shorts and matching white top. Mon Dieu, she was going to kill him this night.

“Hi,” she said, with a small wave.

“Hi,” he said back, his cock delivering aching blows as he shut the door and locked it. He remembered the books and made his way to the desk where he’d stored them. He pulled the chair out and sat, opening the drawer on his right, then put the first one on the desk, then the second. He shut the drawer and sat facing her.

She stared at the books, both hands before her. He looked at them on the desk and grabbed the top one, showing it to her.

“That’s the one,” she said, breathless.

“I read a little of the BDSM one.”

“Really?”

He nodded, his gaze moving slowly down and locking on the dark triangle of hair beneath the sheer material. “Come closer,” he said.

She took slow steps and stopped right next to him. “What does Ma Petite want tonight?” he asked.

She licked her lips, reminding him how hard those questions were for her. “What are you offering?” she whispered.

His gaze slid up her body, pausing at her hard nipples before continuing to her timid gaze. “Whatever she wants.”

She swallowed and again licked her lips, making him rock hard. “I want…you to…”

She lowered her gaze, and he angled his head, finding her struggle arousing as usual.

“I want you to…fuck me.”

The gasped words sledgehammered his balls while he considered what she really wanted behind that request. She knew they were waiting to do that and yet she was requesting it. “Ma Petite is so rebellious,” he mused, grabbing his cock and moving his hand over it. “Always asking for that which she knows not to ask.” He eyed her now. “I ask myself why she does this and can only think of one thing. It’s not that she’s bad at being submissive, it’s that she chooses to be bad at various times. The next question I ask is why does she choose to be bad at what she claims to want to be?” He tsked. “She chooses to be naughty because she wants to be punished.” He eyed her tits for many burning seconds before looking at her. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he dared.

“I…I do sometimes do things that I know are… wrong. On purpose.”

“Like now.”

She licked her lips, not meeting his gaze. “Not now, no.”

He angled his head at that answer. “So… you’re genuinely asking me to fuck you when we agreed we’d wait,” he double checked.

She nodded but he was far from convinced. “Ma Petite, do you recall what your BDSM book says about disobedient submissives?”

“I…don’t really recall. Exactly.”

“They get punished,” he said, very convinced she knew that much. “Do you know how they get punished in your BDSM book, Ma Petite?”

“I’m…not sure,” she said, breathless now.

“I think you know,” he said. “I think your ass is tingling right now at the idea of it. When I read it, I actually laughed. But now….” He groaned, lowering his pants to free his cock and stroke it. “I don’t find it funny at all. I find it…very reasonable, yes?”

“I…In some circumstances, yes,” she gasped with eyes closed.

“Ma Petite, your clit is aching right now at the idea of it.”

Her breaths trembled out with her “Yes.”

“Because you want me to punish you.”

“I…I do,” she whispered. “But…I really want you to fuck me tonight. Right now,” she added.

Sahvrin stared for many seconds before it finally hit him. He put his cock back in his pants. “You were supposed to tell me what happened today Ma Petite. How about you tell me that now.”

Her eyes met his then her brows drew together. “Can’t we… talk later?”

He slowly shook his head.

“I don’t want to talk about that now.”

“I know you don’t,” he said. “But I need to know.”

“Why?”

“Because whatever happened has changed our schedule and I want to know what it is. Was it Katrina?” He fucking knew it was. “What did she say to you?”

“Stupid…things,” she said with eyes closed now.

“Like what?” he asked, holding tight to his slipping patience. Watching His Petite cross her arms over her chest brought his anger. “Do I need to call her and make her confess?”

Her eyes flashed to his and the anger in them rose his brows. “She talked about your earlier days together.”

That. Fucking. Bitch. He stared at her, his rage not brining calm, but the opposite. “Did she.”

She only nodded but her jaw was hard now.

“What will it take to get it out of you all at once instead of in tiny disgusting bits?”

“I can’t say it,” she strained, shaking her head, determined.

“Can’t? Won’t?”

“I won’t, I won’t say it.” She embraced herself while eyeing him with fury. That Katrina had brought such an emotion in his angel aimed at him had him seething with the same.

“Then I’ll call her.”

“Why? Do you want to hear her say it?” she gasped.

He stood. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Well I don’t want to say,” she yelled, her fury growing. “I don’t want to say how you fucked her every day in every room, in every position!”

“Holy fuck,” he strained, his rage still going in the opposite of calm. “Is that why you’re wanting to fuck?” he asked, incredulous. “Because that bitch bragged about the lies we lived?Who are you fucking for? Her?”

“Me!” she yelled. “I’m fucking for me because I want to know what that is with you!”

“Not make love, but fucking,” he clarified, maybe pissed with that more than anything. He half circled her, his anger boiling. “So, I’m supposed to fuck you the way I fucked her, is that it? Is that what you want? Is that what it all boils down to? Just fucking?”

She covered her face with both hands then wrenched them away, stalking to his dresser. She yanked open a drawer and pulled out a robe, fighting her way into it as she headed for the door.

Sahvrin beat her to it and slammed his hand against it. “Tell me why. Why are you doing this now?”

“When will I be safe enough for you to love me the way you loved her, the way you risked everything and lost yourself in her in everyroom. How am I supposed to even stand being here when everywhere I go, I’ll wonder, ‘Did he fuck her here? What position? How many times!” She pointed toward the bed. “And here, in this bedroom, that bed, I have to know that you fucked her more times than you can count, you bastard!” she screamed, shoving him twice with both hands. “How can you do this to me,” she demanded.

Sahvrin grabbed her by her hand and pulled her after him.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“Bringing you where I haven’t fucked her.”

****

He didn’t even let her change, he stalked with her all the way to the front dock where the normal boats were and put her in one like a child. Thirty minutes later, her fury had boiled over. “Just how fuckingfar does one have to drive to get to a place where Mr. Bishop hasn’t fucked his precious Katrina?” His silence infuriated her, and she threw everything she had at him. “I hate this stupid swamp, I hope you’re driving me out of it! I promise you I will never come back!”

She finally put her head on her lap and covered her head with both arms, sobbing till the boat finally slowed. She lifted her head and looked around, recognizing where she was. His little home in the swamp. Tears flooded her eyes at realizing it wasn’t contaminated by that bitch.

He turned off the boat and climbed out, then pulled her onto the pier. Before she could protest, he was kissing her, his hands holding her face tight. “This is us,” he gasped, biting at her lower lip between ragged breaths. “Every inch of this place is you and me, do you understand?” He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her so tight. “This place was a grave before you came. Now it’s home, our home, you fucking did that.”

Her sudden regret and pain burst forth on a sob. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t. I never want to leave you, I don’t care where you live or go, I never want to leave you!”

He shhhh’d and soothed her just like he’d done from the first day he’d pulled her out of the swamp as he carried her inside. But the hole in her chest from Katrina still ached in her bones.