CHAPTER 10
Bishop eyed his Belle Eveque from the doorway in his office later that evening. There she sat, his own personal Miss Bossy Pants, busily collecting all the maiden names in the swamp and creating her master cupid plan. She wore a short black skirt and fitted white peasant blouse with easy access as he’d kindly requested. Well, he’d requested easy access clothes and she’d picked that. And no panties. He’d not picked that either, she had. And all day his mind kept returning to the fact that at any time he could request her in his office to punish her for making his cock distractingly hard. As cruel fate would have it, the current second was the first he got to act on all his dirty fantasies.
“Oh!” she gasped, finally spotting him.
He entered and shut the door, then locked it. The sudden flush in her cheeks said he wasn’t the only one who’d fantasized. Now he needed to compare fantasies. “Ma Belle Eveque is working late tonight?”
She licked her lips, already breathless. “I made a lot of headway. Compiled over two hundred names and am halfway done with their bios.”
“A lot of headway,” he repeated, coming to sit on the edge of the desk just before her. “I like the sound of that.” She eyed his groin as she sat perfectly erect in his chair. It wasn’t a tease, it was about him being more than she could resist. He liked being that with her. “You thought about me today?”
A smile toyed with her lips. “A little.”
The cute answer got him hard. She wanted to be naughty. She wanted him to punish her. “A little,” he said, his gaze scouting the white bra under her top while she confirmed with a nod, biting her smile now.
He turned and looked at the desk. He picked up her pen and tossed it across the floor. “Oops.”
She snickered and returned to fighting a laugh as he looked at her.
“Mind crawling on all fours and picking that up for me?”
He fought back his smile at her huge laugh.
“I wasn’t joking, Ma Belle Eveque.”
She shook her head, her smile tight.
“No?”
Another headshake, less vigorous.
“You’re telling your Eveque no?” he double checked.
She gave a slow nod, her grin bigger.
“I see you think this is a game Ma Petite.”
She cracked up laughing, watching him with caution.
“Do you know what I do with insubordinate employees?”
“No,” she barely managed, shaking her head, holding tight to the arms of the chair. She suddenly put her feet on the edge of the desk, challenge in her sparkling eyes. He angled his head and her naked fucking pussy made him shake his head, ready to engage. “I can see your naughty pussy, Miss Bishop.”
She bit her lip, desire overtaking her humor. “Ooops,” she murmured, opening her knees wide. “My bad.”
The act brought him to his knees, his mouth plundering that decadent heaven without warning or restraint. He forced her to an orgasm, not letting up until her heels dug into his shoulders and she filled his office with those cock sucking cries of pleasure.
He stood, ready to punish her with his cock, clearing a path on the desk with a slide of his hand, then paused, spotting it. He picked up the book and showed it to her. “Do explain.” It was the Karma Sutra one, or the Gross Stupid Book as she liked calling it.
“I was… researching for my new…position.”
He kept his burning gaze on her guilty slash aroused one. “Funny you would use that term.” He turned and sat on the cleared area of the desk, opening the book. “What exactly were you looking for in your new…position?” He handed her the book. “An exact page number would help, please.”
She took it with a slow breath. “Fine,” she muttered, mirth in her gaze. “I was looking for something to surprise you. Maybe a surprise…late…birthday present.”
His brow and cock rose in eagerness while her cheeks turned three shades redder as she opened the book, presenting it to him.
He angled his head with a “Holy fuck,” eying her, then the position, then her again. “Right now,” he said, standing, ready to try it.
“Now?” she gasped, her excitement bubbling up. “Here? Where?”
He considered that and pulled her to her feet. “I think you know where.”
He led her to the sleeping quarters upstairs, so fucking thrilled he had one of those there. After locking the door to the room, he got back to undressing, eyeing her naked pussy when she removed her skirt.
He pushed the twin bed against the wall and sat longways. “Wrap your naughty mouth on my cock first.”
He directed her to kneel next to him on the bed with her ass in reach. She moved her long braid to one side, and he groaned when his dick hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, rubbing her ass with his hand while her moans of anticipation vibrated on him. He stroked her pussy lips with his fingers, feeling them. “Your naughty cunt is dripping.” She gave a moan, and he spanked her ass hard, making her yelp on his cock. “Suck it harder. You know what I want.” He waited, then hissed at the scrape of her teeth. “Good fucking girl,” he whispered, dipping his finger in her slit. She stroked his balls and beyond, the scratch of her nails bringing a bolt of heat and his hand down on her soft ass. He snatched her braid in his hand and held her head still, slowly pulling her off his cock before he erupted.
“Now,” he ordered, laying on his side with one leg drawn up. He helped her into position, lifting his right hip while directing one of her legs under and behind him. He then put her other leg on his other side. She placed her palms on the bed behind her as he slid the head of his cock along her entrance. “Fuck yes,” he said, watching his cock slowly disappear inside her. She gasped when he reached bottom as the feel of her ass pressing against his had him ready to tear into her. He held the one leg against his chest, tugging her against him with a flick of his hips, eying the look of sharp pleasure on her face. “How does it feel?” he asked, already winded.
“So deep,” she whispered.
He tugged her leg harder, getting that sharp gasp and surprised moan that always fucking set him off. He forced himself to go at a slow pace to start. His sex drive would downshift and floor it soon enough, which gave him a tiny bit of patience. It was all up to her, really. Her reaction to his cock determined everything. She lowered onto one elbow, using her free hand to rub her clit. He managed to let her do most of the work, taking notes on the depth and speed she chose.
“I love this,” she gasped, her gaze constantly moving from his face to his chest then to the nasty fucking grind of her body against his. “God, the angle,” she moaned.
“You fucking like it?”
Her hot gaze latched to his. “My pussy is so hot,” she whispered between moans.
She knew what to fucking say, didn’t she? He lifted his hips more, meeting her thrusts with his now. The higher her moans got, the harder and faster he collided with her. “You’re fucking pussy,” he grit, watching his cock hammer deep while he yanked on her leg. “You want my dick hard and fast, I know you fucking do, you always do,” he accused, lost to his insane lust.
She answered with jolting shrieks, her fingers a whirlwind over her clit. Her orgasm hit and he felt the lock in her whole body as violent spasms gripped her, shoving him over next. He held her upper thigh under his arm and lifted his hip higher till the thudding slap of their union brought the hottest, hardest, longest fucking climax ever.
His Petite collapsed onto her side, her gasps and moans sounding shocked, and he wasn’t far behind. “Fucking perfect,” he muttered, stroking her leg against him.
“Yes,” she cried, her shock still adamant, making him chuckle.
“Thank you God for that Stupid Book,” he murmured, lifting her leg and kissing it while stroking the soft part of her inner thigh. “I’ll reconsider celebrating birthdays if I get this as gifts.”
She gasped out several laughs. “I already have another one in mind for your next birthday.”
He gave a big laugh at that. “My next birthday? Guessing we’ll practice it daily till then?”
She gave a gasp. “Maybe we can try all of the positions so we are qualified to teach them to our newlyweds!”
He lifted his head, meeting her happy wide eyes. “Our newlyweds? Are you planning to be their madame?”
She sputtered out a laugh. “No, I’m just wanting to make sure they’re equipped for a happy marriage.” She stroked his leg now. “Don’t you agree?”
“As long as you’re teaching the women and not the men.”
“Deal!”
“Wait, wait, wait,” he said. “That wasn’t a sign off.”
“Okay, then we have a deal to consider for a deal then.”
“If you are going to make it official, I’ll have to insist you get plenty of experience. Many, many bed-hours to qualify you.”
She gave a naughty mmmm. “I like when you insist. I think we need to practice that side of our love life too.”
His cock jerked at the idea. “Then I insist you set up a schedule for both of those. I’ll look for it on my desk tomorrow.”
****
Sahvrin bolted up at hearing the Reveille Alarm going off. Where was it coming from? He remembered they’d slept at the Dry Dock. Fuck, where was his phone?
“What is that?” Beth wondered, sitting up as he hurried for the door.
“The Twelve’s Alarm.” He raced downstairs in only his briefs and finally traced it to the garage. He snatched it up and shut the racket off then hit the app. “Revelator,” he whispered, winded as he touched his name and put the phone to his ear, waiting.
“Bishop.”
Sahvrin froze at the desperate, lethal tone of his friend. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t fucking find her. We were eating breakfast one minute and she went to the bathroom and never came back.”
He looked at the phone, seeing it was 9:30 am. “Cherie?” he asked.
“Yes,” he said, winded. “Ma’am, have you seen a woman?” Sahvrin listened as he described Cherie to somebody. “Bishop,” he said, back on the line. “I have a bad feeling. Please help me.”
“I’m on my way. Hold tight. Where are you?”
“The Le Café.”
He hung up and turned, seeing Beth on the stairs, hurrying to her. “Cherie is missing. That was Revelator. They were having breakfast and she disappeared after going to the bathroom.”
“Oh my God,” she said, following him back up. “What happened?”
“I have no fucking idea. Said he has a bad feeling.”
“Oh no. What do you think that means?” She threw him his clothes when he looked around for them.
“I don’t know.” He pulled his shirt over his head and yanked it down his abs then stumbled into his jeans and boots. “Let’s go. We’ll take Belle Noir.”
****
Beth’s pulse raced as she climbed on the back of Sahvrin’s bike, grabbing hold of his waist after he stomped down on the kicker. He’d had a seat made especially so she could ride with him, and she’d only enjoyed that once since he’d installed it and now, as they raced toward town, she couldn’t think about anything but Cherie and what might have happened.
They found Revelator in the parking lot of the diner, and he hurried over to them the second they came to a stop. “8-Bit is sending me all the information he’s gathered on her so far,” he said, the frantic emotion on his face hard to look at.
“How was she when she went to the bathroom?” Beth asked as Revelator paced, raking his hands through his hair.
“She was fine, she was happy. We joked, we talked about plans for the future. About my new position in The Twelve. The plumbing job we were about to go to and finish at Ms. Prejeans.” He shook his head, fighting to remember anything else.
“You said you had a bad feeling,” Sahvrin said. “Can you elaborate?”
He paused, his brilliant blue gaze hard. “She’s in trouble. Not just from now, something in her past. But it’s been chasing her, and it’s caught up, I can feel it like a noose tightening.” He jerked his phone up and swiped it. “8-Bit,” he gasped, reading the text. After a bit, he let go a huge breath and lowered the phone as he turned away. “She’s been here three months,” he muttered, his tone low. “Before that, she worked for Leroy Richard, owner of The Zion, a filthy high class escort service. Two years of that, then she disappeared.” He turned and faced Sahvrin, his expression darker than ever. “They’re hunting her.”
“Why?” Sahvrin asked.
“For the murder of Lazarus John Gerth.”
“Holy fuck,” Sahvrin whispered.
“Who is that?” Beth wondered.
“A man Revelator saw when he touched that piece of coven shit I put down.” He looked at Revelator, now pacing with the phone to his ear. “Who are you calling?”
“8-Bit gave her father’s name and number.”
Beth eyed Sahvrin as Revelator spoke to whoever answered the phone. He came to a sudden stop. “She did? When?” he demanded. She watched as his eyes slowly rolled closed. “Why?” he barely muttered, his tone full of agony. “She needed your mercy, not your fucking judgment.” Beth grabbed Sahvrin’s hand in hers, holding it tight as she watched Revelator pace again. “You have my number. Call me if she calls you again. And you had better pray for your sake that she’s okay.”
Revelator hung up and eyed Sahvrin, his look more lethal than ever. “She called him an hour ago asking for help. Said she…” He lowered his head and shook it barely and Beth covered her mouth at seeing his body heaving. “Said she wanted to come home and that she was sorry.”
His voice broke as he turned away from them for several seconds as Beth tried to understand why. Why would she just leave?
This time when he faced them, he was back to hard as flint. “The question is, what made her think she needed to leave?” Revelator’s gaze snapped to hers, sending her heart into panic at the intensity. “You talked to her yesterday. Did she say anything about anything to explain this?”
“Uh, let me think. We talked about a lot. About the things I was doing with the Twelve and the celibacy rule change and the right-hand stuff.” She shook her head. “She was happy, she agreed with everything I was doing, I asked for her opinion,” she explained. “I like getting outside opinions for everything.” She nodded at Sahvrin then looked at Revelator.
“Christ,” Revelator whispered, his eyes closing. “She asked me about the offer for being official Seer of the Twelve and mentioned the vetting. He snapped his gaze to Beth. “What exactly did you tell her about that? The vetting?”
“Just that…everybody has to be vetted. Nobody is exempt, not even me. Oh no,” she whispered, covering her mouth.
Revelator was back to pacing. “She ran to avoid being vetted. That’s why she asked me if I wanted that job. She fucking left because she thought I wanted that more than her?” Revelator demanded to Sahvrin, furious. “I told her I would always put her first.” He suddenly froze, staring at him. “And then she said she would always put me first.”
“So, we need to just find her,” Beth said, tears clouding her vision now. “And let her know that whatever she’s done doesn’t matter, we don’t go by past sins. Oh God,” she whispered.
“What?” Sahvrin demanded as she wiped her tears.
“She mentioned the wives of The Twelve should have a high moral reputation.”
“Fuck,” Revelator grit. “Two years at a prestigious escort service ruined that in her mind.” He went back to pissed pacing. “And if she had anything to do with the death of the Lazarus person, she’d definitely disqualify herself.” He turned to Sahvrin, his jaw hard. “I gotta find her, Bishop.”
“We’ll help,” he said.
“Maggie can help,” Beth remembered, needing to make this right.
“She’s off with Spook,” Sahvrin reminded her.
“I don’t need Maggie,” Revelator said. “But I will need Lesion. And you,” he added to Sahvrin.”
“Lesion?” Sahvrin wondered.
“I want deadly, and silent.”
“I have plenty of blades,” Sahvrin offered.
“So do I. And we’ll bring every fuckingone of them.”