CHAPTER 5
Sahvrin stared at His Petite. He’d been bracing for the confrontation since the meeting. “Since you are sure you want to serve as my right hand, would you like the details of that role so you can practice?”
He watched her pace from his chair next to his desk in the bedroom. He’d intended on fucking her but now he’d have to work through this before he could. “As Ma Belle Eveque, you are my right hand, but you are also one of my most submissive servants.”
He intentionally used all the words that would trigger somebody not wanting that role because now was the time for her to feel that weight. He’d debated having her at that meeting until he realized it was exactly what he needed her to hear so he could begin The Gauntlet phase. Trust and submission was definitely part of that test.
“First of all,” she said, stopping in the middle of her mental rant he couldn’t wait to hear. “I have no problem with submitting, soooo, I’m not sure why you’re implying that.”
His laughter rolled out at her priceless deductions. “Oh, I know how amazing you are at it.”
“This isn’t funny,” she cried, staring at him. “You unloaded a lot of…heavy stuff back there, Mr. Bishop, and something tells me you knew it would be this heavy and you just dumped it all on my head. Was that a test?” she wondered suddenly, eying him with suspicion? “To see if I would crack in public? In front of The Twelve?”
He put his hands behind his head, moving his gaze over her well-hidden curves behind that thin summer dress. “I have very little time to prepare you, Ma Petite,” he confessed. “So, yes, I may be crash coursing just a little.”
She raised her brows, possibly impressed with his honesty, it was hard to know with her. Now she was back to pacing. “A whole war,” she said, giving an inkling into her silent panic. “And who exactly are these people we’re pissing off again?”
“The ones responsible for hurting you and those women you want to rescue. Past, present and future.”
“Right,” she said, facing him again, arms crossed as she nodded. “And that’s good. I’m just…I need to process the logistics is all,” she assured, already bucking up to the task. “And what will I be doing and where will I be when all of this fight to the death stuff is happening?”
“On your knees I hope, praying.”
She shot out an exasperated breath, back to pacing and head shaking. “I doubt me on my knees will do a damn thing for you,” she assured.
“Oh, I disagree. You on your knees for me does a lot, I assure you.”
“Stop,” she shot out, pointing at him. “Don’t bring sex into this.”
Mon fucking Dieu, she was gold.
“This isn’t funny, and don’t you dare say you didn’t mean that sexually. I see how you’re looking at me this whole time.”
“Guilty. But I didn’t mean that sexually. And are you expecting me to believe my angel doesn’t have pull with the man upstairs?”
“I…don’t have much of anything with the man upstairs.”
“Now that’s funny,” he said, grinning.
“What’s funny? I’m not that religious.”
“No? You sure?”
“I believe in God, I’m just not…in tune with him, I guess.”
He angled his head. “What does that mean to you? In tune with God?”
“I mean…going to church and praying and…stuff like that.”
“What about the real religion? The one you live through the choices you make every day? If that were being in tune to God or worshipping him, then how in tune does that make you?”
She regarded him like he was veering off topic but then couldn’t say that without kicking God out of what he should very much be a part of. “Well, not counting the fact that I fantasized about fornicating with you twenty-four seven since the day I met you, maybe a little more in tune than I thought about.”
He leaned his chair onto its back legs, that confession possibly making his whole week. “Most angels are unaware of the good they do because they do it without thought.” He angled a challenging look at her when she opened her mouth. “Go ahead,” he said. “You can deny it but you can’t change the truth of it. Now come here and let me practice being bossy while you practice being submissive.”
“You don’t need practice with that,” she said, her voice quaking at where her mind went.
Good, it’s where he’d wanted it to go. “As for where you’ll be during all the fighting to the death, you’ll likely be with 8-Bit in his tech lair. He oversees the operation via tracking beacons and has implied that your geospatial expertise would be of great service.”
Oh, the look on her face. “I could definitely help with that kind of thing if it’s map related, or computer related.”
“It is,” he assured, ready to suck her tits. And her pussy. But he really needed to practice being bossy so she could fail at being submissive. If there was anything he would wager against her, it would be that. She was an angel, but she wasn’t a submissive one. Her blessings, her way, on her terms, in her timing. As much as he loved that, it wouldn’t work as his right hand. She could be that all night and day as his Belle Eveque at home, though, and hoped she did.
“Now, come here, Ma Belle Eveque. Let’s test your submission.”
She stared at him, and he watched her battle the need to be in control when blind obedience was required. “Are we having sex?” she asked, as if to let him know it was a different terrain. But it surely wasn’t.
“We’re always having sex, Ma Belle Eveque. Even when my cock isn’t buried in your sweet pussy that is always wet for me.” He smiled at the look that put on her face, proving him right. “How submissive do you think it is when I tell you to come here, and you don’t?”
She quickly walked to him, her movements determined to prove her capable.
“We’re going to have sex and I want you to decide what we’ll do. Then I want you to command every step of it to the very end. And to practice for your real role, you should answer me, Yes Eveque.”
She closed her eyes, telling him just how tall that order was for her.
“Undress me,” she gasped, keeping her head lowered.
He stood, looking down at her. “Yes, Ma Belle Eveque.” He never enjoyed saying words more. The idea of being commanded by her in sex had him raging hard. He took his time since she didn’t give him specifics, sliding the dress off her shoulders. The moment her breasts came into view he leaned to devour them.
“Not yet,” she gasped, stopping him in his tracks.
He slowly straightened, the surprising command filling him with arousal. “Yes, Ma Belle Eveque,” he whispered, grazing her nipples with his thumbs as he took hold of the material and continued pushing it down. He lowered to his knees as he went, his gaze locked on what he was about to uncover. He gave a groan at the sexy triangle covered in white sheer material. With the dress at her feet, he looked up at her, waiting for her command. He watched her battle inadequacy while being as submissive as he knew how, hoping it helped her.
“Uh…undress. Now. I mean you… can undress now.”
She didn’t want him thinking she’d ordered him. Submissive to a fault. And that fault being unable to perform roles that didn’t sync with her natural trait which was stubborn angel. He loved that trait in her more than anything, though. Even if it wouldn’t cut it in the position she wanted.
He stood and began unbuttoning his dress shirt, studying her face. Not lowered, not raised, just straight ahead. The middle ground. The lukewarm. Neither yes or no. He removed his shirt, taking his time, giving her a chance to build her courage. But the less clothes he had, the more nervous she got.
Fully naked with his cock reaching, he waited with his pulse a ruthless hammer in his balls. He’d do anything just so it was something.
“You can…” her mouth opened then closed with her eyes. Her brows pulled together, and he’d never loved a weakness more. She needed to be commanded by him. Craved it.
“Take your time, Belle Eveque.” But fucking hurry before I die.
“Lay…on the floor. On your back,” she gasped.
“Yes, Belle Eveque,” he said, doing exactly as she said, putting his hands behind his head, waiting.
She turned and moved next to him. Fuck, her tits from that angle were killer. She put a foot on the other side of him and lowered down, straddling his hips.
She took his cock in her hand and stroked her wet heat, making him hiss with hunger. He kept his hands behind his head, watching and waiting. Her eyes closed, pleasure and pain furrowing her brow as she placed him at her entrance and began slowly descending.
“Fuck,” he whispered, watching himself disappear in her tight body.
She raised her hands and stroked both breasts, squeezing them till his cock pulsed from the sight of it. She moved up and down on him, slowly now, using her legs to do the work, her moans delicate and sexy as fuck.
She lowered a hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit while rolling her fucking nipple between her thumb and finger.
“Belle Eveque,” he croaked, desperate to fuck her with a ruthlessness, still keeping his hands behind his head.
She was soon lost to the pleasure, moving faster on him. He realized she hadn’t commanded anything but couldn’t find a single thing wrong with that as her pace quickened, her mouth an oval of rapture and non-stop moans as she fucked him.
“Fucking fuck me,” he gushed when she put her hands on his legs behind her, leaning her body back. He watched his wet cock move in and out again, the angle hitting the head of his cock perfectly.
“I need you,” she gasped.
“Yes, Belle Eveque. Tell me what you need.”
Her eyes opened to slits. “I need you to fuck me so good. So hard and fast,” she gasped. “I need you to make me.”
The very thing he was waiting for even though she was technically commanding him to command her, his cock said it was perfectly acceptable.
“Get on your stomach, Belle Eveque.”
She climbed off and did as he said.
“Open your fucking legs and raise your perfect, defiant ass.”
Her moans were much different now, but desperate being the main shift.
“You fucking need this.”
“Yes, Eveque. Please.”
He grabbed her ass in his hungry hands, squeezing hard. The sharp cry and pants she gave made him so fucking crazy. “Hold your ass up,” he said, slapping the right cheek firmly.
“Oh! Eveque, please,” she begged, her breaths shaking.
He put one foot on the floor and held her hips while guiding his cock into her pussy nice and slow, her knowing cries getting more frantic as she braced for it.
“You know what’s coming,” he said, spanking her ass again.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she shot out, trembling now. “Eveque, please.”
He grasped her hips and yanked her onto his dick, her scream making him dizzy with a brutal lust. The need to punish her fucking pussy took hold of him like an insanity and he grunted as he jerked her hips, forcing her ass to meet every thrust with a stinging smack. He used his hips to push hers into a sharper curve, going all the way to the fucking bottom of her. With the new angle, he slammed his hips, her jolting screams feeding the animal in him. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back, forcing her onto her forearms as he fucked her at a seething pace. His climax came and stole any remaining sanity he might have had in that moment.
And all he could think in the aftermath was too fucking fast, too fucking hard, too fucking everything.
****
Beth felt shattered into a million beautiful pieces. Don’t you cry, please don’t cry! She didn’t want him thinking it was painful even though it was, brutally. But this pain… God, oh God, what a crazy pain. It hurt but yet healed, it broke and yet restored. It made no sense and then made perfect sense. Now if only she could move from that place inside without looking and sounding broken. That was tricky in the aftermath. During it, she was invincible.
“Ma Belle Eveque,” he croaked at her ear, laying next to her on the floor and stroking her head softly.
She heard the fear in his voice and answered with, “My beautiful Eveque.”
His hot breaths hit her cheek, followed by soft kisses and French that sounded tormented. He carefully turned her and pulled her into his arms and she could only moan contentedly, wanting to sleep in the aftermath. She snuggled in his chest, wrapping herself in his limbs the best she could as he murmured French words over and over, making her smile into his chest. Was probably saying something pitiful.
“Mmmm,” she sighed against him, pressing her lips into his warm skin. “I love you so much.”
His arms tightened around her until she gave a grunt and giggle from how tight it was.
“I thought I’d hurt you,” he whispered.
“Hurt so good,” she whispered back.
“I don’t know why I do this to you. It’s as if I want to punish you with my cock and then I lose my mind when I hear you scream. Mon Dieu, there is a sick animal in me, and I don’t like how it sees you.”
“I love how it sees me,” she murmured.
“How can you say this?”
“You told me you’d fuck me just like that.”
“No, no, no, no,” he barely assured, his lips kissing on her shoulder. “I never imagined losing control when fucking you. That’s what happens, I lose control.”
“Is that what happens?” she barely whispered.
“It is.”
“I’m never scared.”
He stroked her shoulder with his fingers. “And I’m always scared.”
“I’ll tell you to stop if I need you to,” she said, not liking that he worried so much when he should be enjoying it.
“Promise me,” he said at her ear.
“Promise.”
“I love you, Angel.”
“Mmmm, how much?”
“A wicked and terrifying amount.”
She smiled against his chest, kissing again. “Guess that’s enough.”
“It’s more but I’m scared to tell you.”
She giggled, sliding her leg along his. “You’re getting close to how much I love you. But don’t hurt yourself trying to catch up to me.”
His laugh rumbled deep, and she snuggled into the feel and sound of it. She’d never been so happy and so scared at the same time. She didn’t want to think about all the stuff from before they fucked. Or how she was supposed to command and totally failed to. She knew he was testing her, but she wasn’t sure what result he wanted. Seemed like he wanted to prove she couldn’t do something, but what? If he’d just tell her what he wanted, she could be that. Stupid that he made her choose without knowing what he wanted.
****
Spook loaded his home-made skid with their five days of camping supplies before leading Maggie down the trail to one of his hideouts. After clearing it with Eveque to get started with her training, he decided he wanted total privacy with her, especially if she’d want him to help with her chemical balancing exercises. And she would, he already knew but he couldn’t do it like he had before. That close to her.
They’d camp there for five days for training, and she’d return a new woman. Eveque would do the same with his woman at his shack after he locked in all the required war plans and prep. Not sure how he intended to get any training done at his shack with his Belle Eveque. Just what he’d done with Maggie would require he tap into mental tricks he’d not used in a long time. He couldn’t imagine being able to walk straight much less think straight if he had free reign with a woman like Eveque had. And it wasn’t his needs he was worried about, it was Maggie’s. He’d just continue treating it like a medical condition and find a way to survive the fire.
He hadn’t told anybody what he’d done and didn’t plan on it. He also asked her not to tell. He was pretty sure her sister wouldn’t see it like he did. He also noticed Maggie didn’t use words with anybody else but him and even then, she did it when they were alone. For some reason, he liked that better.
They walked in silence for almost a mile then finally arrived. Maggie’s breath slowly sucked in with ahhhhh and Ohhhhh. He’d had that spot for years and added to it on and off. Everything was made from nature. The small house, the furniture, the cookware and dishes. The challenge was to only use what he had, and he’d done that. He grinned as she tested his hammock made of cypress and woven palmetto. She mouthed, “I like this!”
He started unloading supplies. “There’s not a soul near here for miles. You’re safe to use your voice.”
“Okay,” she said after many seconds. It wasn’t loud but it was more than a whisper. He wanted a lot more of that. His brain was giving him hell over what her voice actually sounded like. He kept leaning to low and maybe raspy judging by the tones he’d heard so far. Interesting contrast to her tiny stature. But it could be from a lack of use. Then again, she hummed just fine. He’d whistled a tune on the ride there and she’d done like before and hummed along like she knew it. He needed to find a good use for that gift in survival.
Spook set up camp while Maggie explored no more than twenty-five feet as instructed. He cleaned the hut of any unwanted guests Maggie wouldn’t want to room-mate with then set up the fire pit. Everything there was as he left it six months prior, confirming his hideout was still hidden. Even his stored firewood was exactly as he’d left it. The hut was spacious enough for two, but he’d do his damndest not to need to share it with her. Already his brain was burning up the pathways with the coming nightly chemical exercises she had to do. He’d have her repeat what he’d showed her only without his help this time. And quietly. He didn’t need to be hearing that ever again if he was going to survive.