CHAPTER 7
Revelator wouldn’t back down now. But he wouldn’t prompt either. She’d have to lead that. “You ready for that tea?”
“I am.”
He tossed his pillow on the floor and braced for impact as he turned to face her. He immediately made his way to the kitchen when her night clothes punched him in his cock.
“And after, I’ll give you that massage.”
Habit drew his gaze up and he got to see her backside as she made her way to his chair by the fire. His breath left him in one whoosh at those shorts. And her ass. He gathered his tea making kit and set it on the counter, fighting to focus.
“You’re quiet.”
“Sorry…I’m measuring,” he muttered, pulling the lid off the can and removing the small leaf cage. He wasn’t just measuring tea, he was measuring the size of her waist in his mind. The difference between that and her ass had him in the flames, needing to study the sexy anomaly. His cock pounded with a fury the more his brain processed it. The shape, the thickness. He wanted his cock all over it and wasn’t sure if that was a thing to want.
“Let me know if you need any help.”
Help. “I got it,” he said, refocusing on the task. He finally got it ready and brought the kettle to the fire to heat the water.
“Is that a tattoo?” she asked. “On your back?”
He straightened, not facing her when he realized his dick was far from inconspicuous. He turned the opposite of her and located the stool and sat, thinking about her words. A tattoo. “My mother gave me that when I was nine. I forget it’s there.”
“Your mom gave it to you?”
“She was different.”
“Can I see it?”
He obliged her, turning on the stool. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, running her fingers over the details. “No offense, but I have never heard of a mother giving her child a tattoo much less at the age of ten!”
“I didn’t realize at the time it wasn’t a normal thing for a mother to do. I thought it was a punishment. Hurt like crazy and took her nearly two weeks to do.”
“Awww. Well, she obviously thought you were an angel.” His brain followed her fingers on his skin till fire raged in him. Then she returned to her seat and he faced the fire again.
“Maybe. She thought an angel brought me to her. Because I was left in the swamp. Said I was her Moses.” He didn’t like telling that to anybody but he needed something bigger than his arousal to talk about. He stood and took the kettle from the fire and poured hot water into the two cups on the hearth and sat again.
“So she adopted you?”
“She did,” he said, reaching for the first cup and dunking the metal tea ball in it. “Raised me in the swamp. Homeschooled me using the Bible.”
“Wow,” she whispered. “Didn’t know you could do that.”
He grinned, setting the cup down. “I had no idea either. Turns out there’s a whole lot of history and math and science in it.”
“And obviously grammar,” she added.
He nodded, dipping the tea cage in the second cup now. “Never saw much of the world outside the swamp till I was eighteen. She sent me off on my journey on my birthday. Gave me a party even.”
“Your journey?”
“Told me that I was supposed to take a journey wherever I wanted. To learn whatever I could. See what I could see.”
“Where’d you go?”
“The swamp mostly at first. Meeting the families, one by one. I journaled every night, feeling like it was important.”
“Wow. Must be a pretty big journal. How long did you do that?”
“About two years.” He handed her a cup. “Careful, it’s hot.”
She took it. “Thank you. So, you were like a travelling Preacher.”
“Unintentionally.”
“Where did you get your name? Revelator?”
The memory came to him, bittersweet. “Came when we had a war in the swamp. My seeing was strong and the things I touched, the people, revealed a lot. Particularly the evil schemes they were defiling the swamp with. Young children,” he muttered, staring into his cup. “They were committing the most wicked crimes against them. So, we went to war, The Bishops and the entire Horde, and stopped it.” He barely shook his head, remembering the blood bath. “We won.”
“Wow,” she whispered. “I had no idea there was…so much stuff going on in Breaux Bridge.”
“Breaux Bridge is just a small doorway into these swamp lands. The complex terrain allows for darkness to hide and thrive if you’re not careful. But since that war, we’re very careful.”
“So…has anything like that happened since?”
He shook his head. “Not till recently.”
“Oh no.”
“Trafficking. Not children this time, but young girls and women.” He regarded her. “The Belle Eveque was one of them. The Bishop rescued her.”
“And fell in love?” she said, her voice soft and full of wonder.
“Yes. Fell head over heels for her.”
“I see this makes you happy.”
He set his cup down. “It surely does. The darkness he passed through with his first wife was brutal. She pulled him out of the remains of his very shattered heart and life.”
She gave a light moan and gasp, drawing his attention to her hand over her chest. “I’m a romantic,” she barely said, wiping her tears. “That’s the most beautiful story.”
He watched her, mesmerized by the light seeping from her spirit.
She finally looked at him and the lock of their gazes further imprisoned him.
“You…seeing something?”
His mouth barely tugged at seeing her worry. “I am. It’s all beautiful.”
“Really?” she whispered, like that surprised her.
“You’re not lost, Mah Cherie,” he assured, eyeing her. “And the parts of you that are…” he lowered his gaze to her mouth then moved back to those warm eyes. “I’ll get them back.”
She swallowed and her chest rose and fell in his peripheral, begging him to stare at that part of her. He forced his eyes to the lesser fire, not letting his desire jeopardize his steps with her.
“Thank you, Samuel. For…caring about me.”
Care felt like a frivolous term for what he felt for her.
“And Maggie is her sister,” she said. “How did she come to be here?”
“The people who wanted to hurt the Belle Eveque might’ve hurt her, so she went get her sister from the hospital.”
“Hospital?”
“She lived at an institution since she was seven. Suffered trauma from a similar abduction and never wanted to leave. So they let her stay.” He sipped his tea and set it down. “She saw the darkness in me.”
“What darkness?”
“A darkness that’s followed me since I can remember. I tried to confront it, fight it. But nothing I did got rid of it. I didn’t know why it was there or what it wanted. Was the main reason I kept myself celibate.”
“For real?” she whispered.
He picked up his tea and took another sip then set it down, eyeing her. “Didn’t want to hurt anybody.”
“That was selfless. So…I’m taking it you figured out this darkness?”
He nodded. “Maggie did. She could see it better than I could.”
“That’s understandable,” she said. “Always easier to see other people’s things than our own.”
“Apparently.”
“So what she say?”
“That the darkness couldn’t hurt anything because it was on my leash and I was its master. It had no choice but to follow me. Imagine that.” He barely shook his head, still amazed with that revelation. “All those years of fighting a shadow that was already defeated.”
“Right,” she whispered. “What did you think when she showed you that?”
He shook his head, lowering it. “I thought it couldn’t be that easy but I also knew she spoke the truth. She told me I was free to live.” He rubbed his palms on his legs. “But…being free to live how she meant was a foreign concept. Till recently.”
He was ready to suggest retiring to bed when the air thickened with fear. “You ready for that massage?” she asked, her voice cheery.
He eyed her, surprised. “Ready when you are.”
“Well, you’ll be happy to know I have a little experience with this kind of thing. I did some hours in physical therapy.” She pointed to the floor. “You can lay on your pitiful bed there.”
He eyed it with a half grin. “More like a cross.”
Thankfully, she found that funny and gave him one of his favorite laughs as he moved from the stool to the floor and onto his stomach. “Have mercy on me,” he pled, crossing his arms under his head.
He was sure her laughing held more than humor. “You mind if I sit?”
“Not at all.” If only he’d realized she’d meant on his butt. A groan of pure pleasure escaped him with the gentle settling of her perfect ass on him.
She froze. “I’m too heavy?”
He let out a short laugh. “God, woman,” he barely managed. “You’re perfect.”
“Awww, you’re always so sweet. I’ll start at the bottom and work my way up. I like to chat while I work, I hope that’s okay.”
He couldn’t answer because her work had begun, her thumbs moving in slow circles in his muscle.
“I can’t believe you forget about this tattoo,” she said, working her way slowly up his spine with those circles. “Feels good?”
“Too good,” he let go. Every time she moved up an inch, his cock jerked against the floor.
“Yeah?” she said, sounding happy about it. “I still have the touch. I got many requests in my day.”
“And I’m jealous of every one of them.” She dug deeper, bringing his “Mmm.”
“But I’ve never had the pleasure of massaging a work of art like this, that’s for sure.”
Work of art? “Guess I need to see what this tattoo looks like.”
Her fingers reached his shoulders and the hot skin of her thighs pressed into his sides. She used all her fingers as she worked his muscles. “Not just the tattoo.”
He let go another moan at the release of tension in his shoulders and heat hammering his cock. “Never felt anything this amazing.”
****
Those words decided it. After hearing his life story and the sacrifices he made for the good of others, she had to give him a taste of life. The non-celibate parts. “Do you have any rubbing oil? Any would do.” She just needed her hands to glide. “Tell me where it is, I can get it.”
“There’s sunflower oil in the bathroom. Hanging in the shower.”
“Perfect. Stay put.” She hurried and got it then returned, climbing back on his butt. All those noises he made said he was dying as much as she was. “I’m going to stimulate your lymphatic system. Maybe I’ll start from the front. Unless you don’t want to.”
“Whatever you want.”
Her pulse sped up at the arousal straining his winded words. She climbed off, letting him turn over.
“Tell me what to do,” he said, eyes on the ceiling.
She felt suddenly…sinful at what she was contemplating doing to him. He was a man but it was obvious more than ever he was nothing like the men she’d ever met. And she didn’t want to be the one to do something that would hurt him somehow.
“You can change your mind,” he said, still staring up.
“Do you want me to? Change my mind?” she wondered. “I just…don’t want to do something you’re not comfortable with.”
This brought his gaze to hers and he just stared for several seconds. “I see.”
“What do you see?”
“I was misreading something. You don’t need to worry about me, Mah Cherie. Do whatever you want. And I do mean whatever,” he clarified.
She swallowed, torn between being shy and wanting to give him his first pleasure. “Just you,” she whispered. “Me touching you, I mean.”
He moved his hands under his head, propping his head a little, still staring at her with those crystal blue eyes. “If this isn’t good enough, I have rope.”
She tried to laugh, but the heat in his eyes made it anything but funny. “It’s…good enough.” She slowly moved on her knees toward him. “Second thought,” he added, seeming winded. “I’ve never done this before and have no idea what’s going to happen with me.”
She paused, studying what she saw in his eyes. Fear, she thought. Of what he might do. The fact that he cared enough to fear gave her comfort. “I’ll stop if I see it’s too much.”
He held her gaze for many seconds then nodded. “I trust you,” he whispered, reminding her she wasn’t the only one taking risks.
****
Maybe he did need a rope. He’d misread her fear. She wasn’t just afraid of what he might do to her, she was afraid for him. And that made him a thousand times hungrier for her. He didn’t feel a bit in control. And not having any experience whatsoever in sexual pleasure made it feel reckless. If the heat hiding behind her worries was a measure for what was coming, being tied seemed logical. He’d never hurt her but he didn’t want to scare her either, she was too fragile.
Then he saw it. White flames in her shadow, growing. Her eyes were on his groin and he looked, seeing his cock pushing against the thin material. “I’m going…to lower your pants,” she whispered, shooting her gaze up to his and burning him more.
“Yes,” he answered, seeing she’d meant it as a question. “I want you to.”
Every bit of blood in his body seemed to fill his cock as her fingers worked their way under the waistband and gently tugged down. He lifted, feeling her taking his underwear with it.
“Oh,” she whispered, when his cock sprang free, her eyes devouring it. She sounded surprised and he wondered what about. Was a white cock different? Or was it something else? He’d also heard a favorable edge in her Oh. Like it was a good surprise. He knew all about the lymphatic system and there was only one located near the groin. But something told him she’d forgotten all about that. He hoped.
With his pants and underwear off, he was now completely nude, his cock harder than possible. Her eyes were all over it as she opened one of his legs and knelt between them. “Have you ever…had an orgasm?”
He struggled to catch his breath, staring at her before shaking his head. “Never.” She looked up at him and he assured her, “Not once.”
The tiny swipe of her tongue over her lips sent a bolt of heat through his balls as she returned to eyeing his cock. “I’ll be your first?”
“And my last,” he assured around unsteady breaths.
“I’m going to touch with my hands first.”
“First?” he gushed, his mind burning. “What comes second?” he had to know.
She didn’t answer as she carefully lifted his cock and lay it in her palm before gently closing her fingers around it.
Several breaths shot from him at the immense pleasure, making him push into her touch for more.
She wrapped her other hand around it next, looking at him. “Open your legs for me,” she whispered, that white fire burning right in his balls.
He complied, not sure how far she wanted them open. Her grip on him didn’t lessen as he opened them, realizing he needed another angle. He drew his knees up and opened those, the position allowing him to push into her hand. The desire on her face was just as arousing as her touch, the heat in her gaze squeezing his balls. She moved her hands along his shaft just a little and the lava moved with her. The pressure of the heat built under her hand, pulling from deep within his groin and ass and pushing into him on her stroke down, making him drive his hips up with a groan.
“Feels good?”
“Cherie,” he gasped when her hand moved over the top of him, creating a boiling sensation along his shaft and into his balls. “So good.”
He watched his cock moving in her hands, the vision imprinting on his soul. She slid one hand lower and stroked soft fingers over his balls, bringing a shocked groan.
“You like that?” she whispered.
“God, yes,” he strained, not getting enough air.
“Can I kiss it now?”
“Kiss it?” he gasped, dizzy at the idea.
He watched her mouth lower and place soft kisses on the tip, bringing a string of curses in French.
“Mmm,” she barely said, opening her mouth and sucking the entire top of it.
“Cherie, Cherie,” he whispered, the fire getting hotter, too hot. “I’ve never felt this.”
Again she mmm’d on him, taking more of his cock in her mouth, her fingers caressing his balls.
The sight of her mouth moving up and down on him brought all that heat to an unbearable pressure. “It’s too hot, it’s too good Cherie,” he croaked, feeling drugged with the pleasure. “You’re sucking my cock. You’re sucking every bit of it,” he strained. “I need to…”
She picked up her pace when he needed her to slow down. Then it was too late, the lava building rushed forward until he craved for every bit of it, would kill for it.
“Oh God, fuck,” he gushed, stomach clenching with his ass as she pulled the fire higher, made it harder, faster. “It’s coming Cherie. Make it come, I fucking need it!” She pulled up and licked all around the top then dove back down on him, the act obliterating that final door, turning his dick into a volcano. He watched in the flames as she ate all that erupted, ate it like she’d hungered for it all her life. But she surely hadn’t only drank his cum, she’d devoured his soul, and nothing had ever felt more right, more perfect. She was destined to have every part of him and he was destined to watch her take it.
His groans were non-stop and he wasn’t sure how to shut them off even after it was over. The aftermath was its own rush. Felt like his body was a rocket returning from the moon and Cherie was there to meet him, smiling like she was glad he was back and wanted to know all about his trip. But he didn’t want to tell her, he wanted to show her, take her with him in that second because words would never describe it.
Then he remembered their deal. One way. Her touching him. Maybe that wasn’t bad since he really had no idea how to touch a woman, he only knew he needed to touch every bit of her. Carefully. Thoroughly. He was okay with letting her teach him. Show him what felt good so he could practice it and perfect it.
“I…don’t have words to explain it,” he whispered, still winded and seeing she wanted a verdict. “I just know I want to do it again.”
Her laugh loosened the worry in his gut. “That good?”
“Much more. And…I want…to touch you back. But I won’t,” he assured, moving up on his elbows.
****
Cherie couldn’t believe she’d just done that. He wanted to do it again, like a kid on a ride, and she wanted to oblige. Especially since he lay there with his legs still open, the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Of course she’d take him on a ride again. And again and again. She placed her hands on his inner thighs, stroking him.
“What are you doing?” he asked with the jerk of his cock.
“Taking you on a ride again.” Her hands reached the base of his cock. “You want that?”
He stared at her hands, his jaw dropped with his heaving abs. He answered with a hot groan, opening his legs wide again. “I want it,” he gushed, rolling his hips into her grip. She never remembered a cock being so beautiful before. So hard and silky. And hot, he was very hot.
“What do you want me to do?” she whispered, stroking his balls with one hand while watching the fire turn eyes into liquid sapphire that he poured all over her.
“I want your perfect lips wrapped around it again.” He added a hot groan with the bold words, bringing a torturous throb in her clit.
She licked her lips and lowered between his legs. “You like when I suck you?”
The backs of his fingers stroked her cheek. “I’ve never loved anything more.” His fingers grazed her lips and she kissed the tips, then took them between her lips, sucking. He breathed a string of French that made her moan. She loved that she could make him feel so good and wanted to see him take that ride again more than ever. Hunger spiked, giving her more courage and boldness. She stroked his inner thighs, letting her nails scrape. “Feels good baby?” she whispered, lowering to his cock, ready to blow his mind.
“Ma Belle Angelique,” he croaked, a man tormented and loving it. “I need to be deep in your mouth.”
She gripped the base tight and gave him exactly that, letting his cock push against the back of her throat till it stretched and burned. She pulled up slowly, feeling every vein and ridge on his cock as she did. At the head, she bobbed quickly over the rim, pressing the rough side of her tongue on his slit. When his hands gripped the sides of her head, she didn’t get scared, she got more aroused. Hearing him on fire was the most arousing thing she’d ever experienced and she needed to drive that flame higher, make it hotter. She moaned on him, pushing his legs open wider and raking her nails over his tight balls.
His breaths strained, but when she did that, a harsh groan shot out with a growl at the end, bringing his fingers pressing harder into her scalp. She fantasized that he was making her suck him and her moans grew hotter and louder on him. She sucked him faster and deeper, ready to bring him over the edge. He was there.
“Motherfuck,” he shot out, his swearing a shot of electricity in her clit as he clenched his fingers and pulled her hair. Then came the bucking of his hips and those sexy groans seething out as his cum filled her mouth. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted to drink him down and not miss a single drop. That was so not her, she usually hated that. But not with him. His seed was like nectar and to consume it was drinking from the fountain of life.
****
Revelator lay awake in torment many hours after Cherie had done those things to him. She gave him that ride three times and even though he wanted it again, he stopped her. He couldn’t bear not touching her another second. The pleasure was out of this world but not being able to return it just…made it feel wrong and incomplete. Which presented a real tormenting problem. He hoped she didn’t want to just give him those rides and never return the favor for long. He wasn’t sure he could handle that. Hearing what she needed and being unable to answer it was a terrible offense. Not blowing her mind with the same pleasure made him feel like a vile sinner.
4:30 finally rolled around and he gave up trying to sleep. He wanted to shower and take that ride again while thinking of her. But no. He couldn’t take that ride again until she had at least one. And he’d been thinking all about that. Mostly the how of it. What brought hers? What buttons did he press? Surely she had them, just like he did.
He dressed for morning chores, realizing he could at least tempt her. He chose a muscle shirt and jeans, along with his black hat to do chores in. He’d made a deal with her and technically, she could request he take another ride and he wouldn’t be able to deny her without breaking his deal. Maybe he could renegotiate. Yeah. He’d renegotiate somehow. Find leverage and use it.
After he fed the chickens, he gathered eggs and brought them in, setting them on the island while glancing at his bed. His body made him walk over, needing to fill his eyes and mind with her beauty. She lay on her stomach with her face to the wall. The one leg drawn up brought his head tilting for a look at that spot between her legs he dreamed of having. He imagined himself stroking it while she slept. What kind of sounds would she make? She’d made him want to beg and now he needed to make her do the same.
She suddenly stirred, maybe feeling the fire coming from him as he stood there, lusting. She slowly turned with a moan, stretching, then spotted him and froze. “Hey,” she whispered, sounding curious.
“I’m about to cook breakfast.”
She lifted her head, looking around. “What time is it?”
“Almost dawn.”
She let out a moan and dropped her head. “Mmm, you just standing there like a stalker.”
His cock jerked with hunger as he grinned. “Stalking my breakfast if you just say the word.”
“What about my breakfast?” she wondered, her voice lower, the words rough along his cock.
“I normally allow ladies to go first, but in this case, you’ve gone first three times. I think it’s my turn.”
She turned on her side, a smile tugging at her lips. “You think?”
“I actually know.”
She made her way to sitting and his gaze lowered to her breasts. Fucking hard nipples. A low groan crept up his throat. She held up both palms, like she cradled something in them. “This here is a platter. And on it is you, given to me, to do whatever I want when I want.”
The heat in his cock had him ready to fight for what he had to have. “I want to renegotiate.”
She gave a sweet giggle, seeming to enjoy that. “Like what?” she tested, holding down her smile.
“Nothing complicated. You let me take you for a ride.”
Her brows rose and she tucked her chin. “You want to have sex with me?”
Sex? “I meant the kind of ride you gave me.”
“Ahhhh, so not me riding you.”
The terms were foreign to him but his cock understood exactly what she meant. “You can surely do that if you wanted.”
“That’s a tad advanced,” she said, making him grin that she held sex in high esteem.
“I’ll take much less than that. In fact, I’d take lessons from you.”
This earned him a curious, sweet smile. “Lessons from me? About what?”
“About giving you that ride.”
Her mouth went into an oval with a soft, “Ahhhh, I see. Right.”
“Zero experience, I’m afraid. I need a teacher. And I can’t fathom a better one than you.”
“So you want me to teach you…how to give me a ride.”
He had to laugh at their funny term. “I do. And I promise to be a studious and dedicated apprentice.”
Her eyes got big with a severe look. “Ohhh, I’m sure you would. Can I think about it?”
“You surely can.”
“And how long do I have to think before you get pushy?”
“I wish I could say I wouldn’t get pushy, but it seems I’ve underestimated a lot.”
“Yeah?” she wondered, putting her palms on the bed behind her and tilting her head at him. “Like what?”
The need to kiss her along with the wonder of techniques for that had him excited. “I underestimated what you would do to me.”
She held his gaze, the look in her eyes melting him. “What did I do?” she asked, knowing but wanting to hear him say it, he could see.
He’d say it. Many times. “You brought me to my knees.”
She gave a soft smile. “And this is you begging?”
“It is. Begging for mercy. Teach me,” he said, the words low and eager.
She gave a light huff and angled her head at the ceiling. “I guess it’s only right since you’ve not been properly educated. And since you’ve been very kind to me. And generous. And protective.”
“I have money too if you want to add that in.”
She tickled his cock with her first real laugh of the day. “You’re shameless.”
“Very. When will you teach me?”
She scooted to the edge of the bed. “So pushy,” she cried, standing before him so that he got to look down into her teasing face. “I’ll teach you how to give me a ride tonight.”
Disappointment crimped his face. “Tonight?”
She threw her head back and laughed, stroking her palm over his chest as she walked off. “A whole day, not a year.”
“May as well be a year,” he said, making his way to the island to start breakfast as she laughed more. “You find that so funny,” he said.
“I do,” she called from the bathroom. “I’m actually flattered you can’t control yourself with me, which is new. Normally, I’m turned off at the least or freaked out at the most for that kind of stuff.”
“I told you I will reclaim what was taken from you, Ma Cherie.”
When she exited the bathroom, he glanced over his shoulder as she came around the island and sat at a stool. She put her palms on either side of her smiling face, staring at him. “So you underestimated me, huh?”
He could see she was proud about that and he held back his smile. “A thousand percent.”
“Ohhh, a thousand. That’s big. So you stepped in some Cherie trouble you can’t get out of?”
“And I need rescuing.” He lit the small sticks in his little stove, heating up the skillet as he cast glances at her smirking face. “I’d like to add kissing lessons to my apprenticeship.”
He licked his lips at her cute grin. She loved having him inadequate he realized. He could see how that would make her feel safe. Glad he didn’t have to fake it.
Somehow, he made it through breakfast without breaking his word to her. Felt like an hourglass had been turned over in his body and it was only a matter of minutes before he touched down all over her. Tonight. He could survive till then. He’d managed his entire adult life without touching a woman, he could manage a day.
“You want to come with me run a few errands?” he asked, putting the kitchen back in order.
“Sure, that sounds like fun. What kind of errands?”
“Eveque’s mother had a list of people that needed some assistance. I was in the middle of fulfilling that when…our lives collided.”
She gave a big laugh. “You mean when I ran your cute white ass over. I would love to come and see what you do. And I can help, you know. I’m technically jobless, so…”
“And your ass is…out of this world,” he muttered, getting another big laugh from her.
“You’re obsessed!” she cried with wide, sparkling eyes like she didn’t love it.
“With every fiber of my being.”