CHAPTER 10
Oh fuck, she wasn’t supposed to answer that. He’d forgotten about her need to prove herself capable of being a woman and while everything in him said to stop her, he couldn’t bring himself to. He hurried on before he talked himself out of it. “Okay,” he said, careful to keep his voice safe and soft. “I want you to sit exactly in the middle of your chair and move it close to the table.”
Her eyes closed as she did it, already breathless before they started.
“You okay?” he asked, needing her to remember she was in charge. “If you want to stop at any time, just tell me.”
She nodded, keeping her eyes closed. Seeing her fear made him feel fucking evil. But it didn’t come close to putting out the fire now raging in him. “I want you to open your knees for me. As wide as you can. Nod when you’ve done it.”
She gave her nod and his cock jerked with the need to see that.
“Using your dominant hand, I want you to find that spot where oral sex was attempted on you. The anatomical term for it is clitoris. Nod when you’ve done that.”
She didn’t need to nod when her mouth popped open a little with her gasp. Then nod.
“That’s good. I want you to use the pads of two of your fingers and cover that spot. Gently touch it. Nod when you have.”
Her breaths came faster, burning him. Then came her nod.
“You’re doing good,” he praised softly. “Keep gentle pressure on that spot while moving those fingers in small circles over it.” Again she didn’t need to tell him, her strained breaths did all the talking. “Tell me when it feels hot.”
She nodded a lot between quick breaths.
“You can stop if you need to, Mah Petite Pwah,” he reminded, almost wishing she would.
She shook her head. “No,” she gasped. “Tell me. Please.”
The break in her beg broke his cock. “Keep rubbing it that way.”
“Should I…go faster?”
Fuck. “You can if you want to.”
“I want to,” she gushed. More like she needed to. Fuck was she already there?
“Then rub it faster. Is it hotter now?”
“So hot,” she strained, her mouth opening more with the sharp rise and fall of her chest. “Oh…Lukas,” she barely said, her brows worried.
“You’re doing so fucking good. You want to stop?”
“No, no. Help me,” she shot out. “What’s coming?”
“You are baby, keep rubbing it.”
“I’m scared!”
Her words launched him from his chair and put him behind her, his arm across her chest and mouth by her ear. “I’m here, baby. I got you. You’re safe,” he whispered. “Feels good, baby?”
“Lukas,” she barely whimpered as her breaths raced higher and higher. “Lukas!”
“Let it come baby, fuck, do it.” He pressed his mouth against her face as her orgasm finally hit and she dug her nails into the arm over her chest. “Let it fucking come, keep rubbing your sweet pussy. I bet your so fucking wet.” He clenched his eyes tight as a groan escaped him between soft kisses on her cheek as her cries slowly descended. “Fucking beautiful Ma Petite Pwah. So beautiful.”
The prick of her nails finally lessened, and he returned to his chair before he did more and couldn’t stop. He waited for her to recover while also bringing his raging testosterone under control. “Told you,” he said after a full minute.
Her face remained aimed at the table, flush and beautiful while he hated himself for not being the one to give her that with his own fingers or fucking tongue. He’d half thought she’d experienced orgasm through masturbation at least. She was a virgin in every sense of the word and now he wanted to give her all her firsts.
“But…I can do everything myself,” she whispered, her words still breathless. “How does that tell me I can do that…when a man…”
He’d never had a prayer answered so quick. “Do you want me to show you that too?”
She let out several gasps and closed her eyes.
“I’ll do just as you have. Nothing more. And you’ll see that you’re not broken when a man performs it on you.” More like him. “You’ll also see how much better it is when I do it.”
The idea seemed to almost panic her that it could possibly be better. He imagined that interpreted as it would be worse, given the newness of it.
“I won’t coerce this decision from you. Take some time to think about it.”
“I will,” she shot out. “I want…you to show me.”
He stared at her, consumed by her flames while considering where and how he’d do that. On the couch. With her in his lap. Back facing his front so she didn’t die from the embarrassment she struggled with. He stood and headed to the living room. “I’ll do it in here.”
****
Felix watched the backside of Nitro disappear into the other room, fighting not to hyperventilate. No faltering. You’re a woman. You want this. With him.
She forced herself up, ignoring the small voice that asked but does he really want you?
Felt like she made her way to a public execution. She miraculously managed to raise her eyes to his when she stood next to the couch where he sat. He stared at her with a merciless gaze that forced its way inside her where it searched for something. She forced her fears back, feeling like he might call it off if she was showing too much of that. He finally held his hand out, palm up for her to take.
Dear Lord, this was it. No turning back. She watched as her hand moved out and met his. His warm, strong fingers closed softly over hers and he guided her just before him. “Turn,” he said when she stood facing him between his knees.
She did, halfway happy for the release of his hot stare. His large hands closed around her waist and she gasped.
“On my lap,” he instructed, pulling her.
She allowed herself to sit, another gasp escaping at feeling his penis huge and hard under her butt.
“Put your feet here,” he instructed tapping the couch next to his legs.
Dear Lord, what was this going to require of her? She did as told, determined not to chicken out. She was safe with him.
He suddenly opened his knees and forced her own wider while she wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. She held her arms and fists tight to her chest as his hands glided like silk over her open thighs, pulling her dress up as he did. Oh mercy, oh mercy, oh mercy. She couldn’t stop her pants no matter how hard she tried.
He muttered soft French, his fingers moving through her hair again. He gathered it in a ponytail just like before and yet this time it was terrifyingly different. The slide of his fingers over her neck brought a spark of heat between her legs as if the two were very connected, adding worried moans to her breaths while soothing French poured from his lips.
Her muscles were in a war with pleasure and fear of it. His hand moved along her naked inner thigh again, and she couldn’t stop from latching her hand to the same arm while hoping he didn’t interpret it as wanting him to stop.
He gently tugged her ponytail till her back was against his chest and his mouth was next to her face. His breaths were unsteady like she’d heard when he’d masturbated. Just the idea this gave him pleasure made everything burn so much hotter.
Feeling his fingers headed for the spot she’d touched while he kept tight hold of her hair brought all those sensations she’d had before her orgasm. Was it coming already? Was that too soon? The idea she would ruin everything with her ignorance had her approaching panic mode.
“Shhhhh,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re safe, I got you. Don’t come yet.”
The soft request added more strain to her breaths. She was supposed to control it? God, what if she couldn’t? His fingers moved over her panties, the barest touch seeming to avoid her clitoris that throbbed painfully.
“You want my fingers in your panties?” he whispered.
The question brought another explosion of heat in her clitoris. “Oh God,” she cried weakly, feeling like she was going to have it too soon. The thought of feeling his fingers there was suddenly vital to life itself. “Yes,” she managed between gasps.
“Fuck, you’re so close already,” he murmured, his fingers sliding under the top of her panties.
“Lukas!”
“I got you, Felix.”
It was a promise full of conviction and it made her more delirious.
“I want you to let me feel you. Don’t have it yet.”
“Lukas,” she panted. “I can’t stop it. It’s going to happen!”
His hand tightened in her hair and tugged till there was pain. “Focus on that while I feel your perfect pussy.”
“Oh God, please,” she begged, not sure what she needed.
It felt like three of his fingertips slid over her open privates starting from the bottom of her and slowly moved up. “I knew you would be fucking wet,” he whispered, the hand in her hair tightening more. His mouth pressed along her neck, making the fire spread out of control as he avoided touching where she needed him to. A single finger toyed beneath it, dipping inside her barely.
His mouth pressed on her neck, opening and sucking softly as he moved his finger slowly in the opening until her hips moved. “You are so fucking perfect and tight, baby,” he shuddered against her neck. He did that till she was out of her mind needing more.
“I need it,” she finally begged, hoping that wasn’t wrong to say. But she really did need it.
“I fucking know you do,” he said, tilting her head so he could kiss her jaw. “You’ll get it.”
“Please…touch it.”
He gave a groan and sucked on her neck so hard, pulling the skin into his mouth till it pinched and ached. And then his fingers found her clitoris finally. But he didn’t move in slow circles like he’d instructed her, he wiggled rapidly and nothing in the world would’ve stopped the explosion it came with. He groaned on her neck, still sucking while she fought to hold on, finding his head with one hand and the couch with the other. He turned her head as her shocked cries flew out, his mouth on the very edge of hers with hungry growling nips. When she thought she was done, his finger slid inside her, drawing another shocked cry. He went all the way in until his hand pressed against her pelvis, causing something else to happen deep inside. It was different from her clitoris and made her need to open her legs wider and move her hips to get more.
“Lukas, oh! Oh God!” She flicked her hips quickly and again orgasmed in his lap, forcing her butt against his hard, thrusting penis.
“Fucking come hard for me,” he ordered roughly then turned her head and covered her mouth with his. His kiss was demanding and hungry as he moved the tip of his finger so fast against that spot deep inside while smashing her clitoris with his palm. She bucked against the pressure as the orgasm shook her very core and loosed her from her own mind.
Time eventually returned to her, and she whimpered at the slow removal of his finger from inside her. With the gentle release of her hair, worry struck her about what came next. His strong arms wrapped around her so tight with a deep groan in her neck. She felt his penis jerk under her and she suddenly needed to pay him back for giving her something so shockingly profound. She rocked her butt against him, and his arms tightened more, pushing her into it with a pained hunger.
“Show me how to do you,” she whispered. “I want to know. I want to make you feel good.”
****
Fuck, fuck, fuck. That would be a bad idea with how fucking much he wanted her. “Later Petite Pwah,” he forced out on a breath, needing time to cool down and maybe time to come up with a roadblock for now. This was too much too fast. For both of them.
He helped her up, needing air that wasn’t soaked with her. “Okay,” she hurried. He stood, not wanting to remove his hands from her perfect waist as he stared at her lowered head. He lifted her face with a finger. “I need to check on the Hatch. Would you come with me?” He held his breath, praying she didn’t say no because now more than ever he couldn’t leave her there alone. “We can take your boat and handle whatever you didn’t do yesterday while we’re at it?”
The first sign of her sweet smile loosened his gut. “Okay. Maybe I should change.”
“No,” he thought. “The dress is perfect. I won’t lose sight of you.”
She giggled and nodded. “Thank you. For…h-helping me. Learn.”
The need to touch her again brought a pound to his blood. “That was my pleasure,” he assured softly, already thinking of what else he needed to teach her. Submission? She didn’t need teaching with that. Not in sex. Maybe if he was tied up he could let her perform oral on him. He’d need to be fucking tied for that. “I’ll go get ready. You need help with anything before we go?”
“I took care of the birds first thing. When will we be back?”
“Before dark. Is that good?”
She nodded. “Perfect.”
He lowered his gaze to her chest, realizing he hadn’t seen that part of her. “You need to eat,” he said, remembering she hadn’t.
“I ate while I cooked.” She flicked her blue gaze up briefly, still embarrassed by her lesson. He’d like to teach her how to overcome that too. So she could enjoy being a wife. Fuck, who was he kidding? He wasn’t teaching her for anybody but himself. And if it turned out she wanted somebody else then…he hadn’t put his dick in it.
But fuck it sure felt like he did.
****
Felix stood with Nitro on Mah-Mah’s giant porch, ready to chicken out. He’d been called to a meeting and asked if she’d come to meet the women and she’d agreed because that’s what a mature woman would do.
“I’ll be right over there,” Nitro said, pointing to a large white church looking building. “It’s the Basilique. The Twelve hold meetings there.”
“Remind me again who all is here,” she whispered, her heart beating out of control.
“The Belle Eveque and her sister Maggie. Their Aunt Gracie. Cherie, Seer’s wife. The rest you know.”
Felix didn’t mean to latch on to his hand when he moved it between them. “I’m sorry,” she barely whispered. “I…I’ve only been to church mostly. I’m not big on social events. I’m so nervous.”
His handsome face descended toward her in the dusk’s shadow. His cheek barely touched hers as he whispered, “I’ll be right over there if you need me.” His fingers slid over her skin then chin. “You smell amazing,” he murmured, his hungry tone making her heart leap around.
“Th-thank you. So do you.”
His mouth moved along her cheek and oh God her own became instantly magnetized and intercepted it! Maybe it was nerves that had her grab his face and hold it while she fed the dire need to kiss him. The harsh moan he gave said he’d prayed she would do exactly that. Her back met the house and she gasped, getting his tongue deep and lashing along hers till she was nothing but whimpers and hunger. She raked his face, fighting to kiss him back till the sound of lust filled the darkness around them.
“Fucking si-beau, baby,” he swore between gasps in her mouth, his hand so hard on her butt. He jerked her against his body, wounding his hand in her hair and tugging. “I want to make you explode again. Now.”
“Lukas!” she barely cried as he worked his hand under her dress and into her panties. His knee shoved between her legs and lifted, followed by the immediate plunge of his finger in her opened privates. His mouth covered hers, stealing her sharp cry with half growls as his palm ground against that tiny button leading to heaven.
“Come on my finger!”
The command was as brutal as the orgasm that shook her. He silenced her strained cries with his ragged groans as that heaven passed through her with a ruthless awe and wonder.
Her legs trembled as he removed his hand and smoothed her dress. Then he did the unthinkable. He sucked his finger! The one he put inside her! He dove on her astonished mouth with a hungry kiss that sent her straight into the land of moans and whimpers all while he begged to know what she was doing to him in French.
“I’m…I didn’t … ”
His mouth covered hers again, shutting her up. “You gonna be okay?” he asked, his mouth still on hers, kissing softly now.
She nodded, fighting to think and breathe. “I’ll be okay.”
“Yeah?” He covered her lips with tiny kisses. “The rest of The Twelve will be at the meeting later, including Hurricane.”
She wasn’t sure why he said that, and it made her stomach nervous. What did he want from her? “Okay,” she said, hoping he’d explain.
He put his forehead on hers. “We have to pick eligible maidens Mah Petite Pwah.”
She nodded, realizing what he might be saying. That Hurricane may pick her. “What about you?”
The door opened several feet away with laughter. Nitro stole a quick kiss. “I’ll see you soon.”
She could only nod and watch him walk off before the voices got closer. “Oh my God, hello,” a woman called, hurrying over. Felix suddenly had a mini-panic over her appearance. She smoothed a hand over her hair while staring at the most beautiful, fair-skinned woman with flashing bright eyes of maybe gray or green.
“I’m Beth. Are you Felix?”
“Yes,” she said, stretching out a hand. The woman caught it in both of hers and squeezed it.
“You’re so beautiful,” she gasped. “This is my sister Maggie.” The woman she introduced was maybe prettier than the Belle Eveque but only gave her a small wave. Maybe shy. It was stupid to assume anything else since they’d not met. Then she remembered that the Belle Eveque was their Eveque’s right hand now. She likely would know about her situation.
“I’m Cherie, Samuel’s wife,” the dark-skinned woman said next to them.
“Very nice to meet you,” Felix said, reaching to shake her hand while wondering which family in the swamp she’d come from. They had quite a few Creoles in their midst.
“Not sure if Nitro told you that we’re beginning the first phase of the eligible maiden process. Have you filled out a form yet?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Oh crap, I’m assuming you are. I hope you are,” the Belle Eveque said before leaning in and whispering. “And I’m not the only one hoping.”
Felix smiled, wondering who she meant. Did she mean Nitro? How would she know anything about that? She again reminded herself of who she was. It was her job to know things, but she didn’t see how she would with Nitro being with her the entire time. Unless he’d called her. But why call her and tell her anything about that? It didn’t seem like anything he’d do. She pushed back the murmur of small voices and initial fears in her head. It was too late to start doubting now. She was halfway across it all. There was only sinking or swimming.
“Lord, the mosquitoes are out tonight,” Cherie complained, smacking her arm.
“Let’s go in,” Belle Eveque said, leading the way.