Eve's Reign- Chapter Two (Genevieve) (21+)

Chapter Two (Genevieve) Contains adult content not suitable for children. If you are under the age of 21 I do not recommend you continue without the consent of your parent or guardian. If you are over the age of 21 check your trigger warnings, some Explicit Sex Scenes that involve a little kink.

Chapter Two

I can’t wait to put a bullet in that old, miserable bitch’s head.

The thought settled into my mind with same calm certainty as tightening a knot. I smirked, tugging at the ends of the rope once more, testing the tension.

Above the hardwood floors of the loft, Kiita swayed gently to and fro where I’d left her hanging.

“You’re angry with me, Ms. Lady?” she breathed.

While suspended, the movement of her body set the ropes whispering against the rafters. Her bare ebony skin strained against the intricate threads binding her arms and legs before looping tightly behind her back. Every shift of her weight made the harness cinch a little deeper at waist and chest.

For the moment she spun slowly… almost gracefully.

I stepped closer, watching her rotate toward me.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” I asked quietly.

Her body stilled, I reached up, wrapping my hand in the thicket of her flaming red hair and yanked her closer until her face hovered, inches from my own.

Immediately, she shook her head, pulling her reddened bottom lip between her teeth.

Good. She still remembered how this worked.  

“You come here,” I said, my voice low and steady, “with a fucking summons from that woman… like I’m some obedient little dog…”

My grip tightened in her hair.

“…and then ask if I’m angry?”

Kiita’s breath hitched. The rope creaked softly above us as she shifted.

For a moment I just stared at her.

Let the silence sit.

Let it crawl under her skin.

“You came here carrying her words,” I said quietly, “As if that alone would make me listen.”

My hand slid from her hair.

She barely had time to exhale before the sharp crack of the wood splitting the air echoed through the loft.

The paddle landed hard across the back of her thighs. Her body jerked in the ropes, a startled gasp tearing from her chest as the swing sent her twisting slightly in the harness.

I watched the slow rotation, the realization spread across her face.

“You don’t get to bring her commands into my space,” I continued calmly.

The paddle struck again.

Then again.

Another sharp crack against her skin rang through the loft once more. The rafters above answering with low creaks as the ropes absorb her movement.

“You certainly don’t get to ask if I’m angry.”

A fifth strike… measured, deliberate.

Kiita’s fingers curled helplessly behind her back, the bindings keeping her exactly where I wanted her.

Suspended.

Exposed.

Completely under my control.

I stepped closer, allowing the paddle to fall slowly to my side.

“Listen carefully because I’ll only say this once,” I said, my voice quiet enough that she had to focus to hear it. “The next time that woman sends you to me little pet…” I leaned in close enough our noses slightly touched, “DON’T!”

For a moment the only sound in the loft was the slow turning of the rope and Kiita’s unsteady breathing.

I tapped the paddle once against my palm just as her eyes spun slowly in my direction.

“And we’re not finished; I hardly think you’ve learned a lesson kitty.”

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The ropes groaned softly as I loosened the final knot, Kiita’s weight shifting the moment the tension released.

For a spell, Kiita simply hung there… balanced in a strange still suspension.

Then she dropped.

Not clumsily either.

Kiita’s feet hit the hardwood floor gracefully with a quiet thud and slight bend of her knees. The same way a trained fighter absorbed impact. Then she rolled her shoulders a few times, flexing life back into her arms, the circulation slowly returning.

Hours in those ropes, under that paddle, and still standing. I watched her carefully.

Kiita liked pain, almost as much as I liked giving it. Perhaps that’s why I kept her around, and why she kept coming back.

My wrist buzzed for an incoming call. I hissed at the name answering.

“This better be good.” One of my field agents voices came through calmly as Kiita assumed her position.

“Mission’s wrapping up. Witness is stable. Medical cleared her for transport about twenty minutes ago.”

Good, alive witnesses were much more valuable than dead ones.

“And the remaining?”

“Contained.”

Of course, I ended the call without another word just as Kiita slipped me slowly inside her mouth. The head of my cock touched the back of her throat. I placed both hands on either side of her flaming red locks and slid it further until the entirety disappeared from view.

 

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“Tend to your bruises, we leave in 30 minutes,” I stated, before crossing the loft toward the long console that overlooked the open warehouse space below.

The screens flickered to life before I even reached them.

“SOPHIA,” I said, a soft chime answered first, pleasant, almost polite. “Give me last nights mission SRA’s, start with field team leader Humphrey, Teegan index 2158, target Damse’ Singa.”

The voice that that followed was smooth, calm. Slightly warm in a manner most artificial intelligence designers tried very hard to avoid.

Her creator however, insisted personality made systems easier for humans to trust. Her inspiration, came from an unhealthy obsession with late-night reruns of The Golden Girls.  

Smooth and neutral through hidden speakers. The result was the most advanced operational AI in the private sector… with the faintest hint of amused patience in her tone.

Good Evening Genevieve--Mission Standard Reassessment Archive for index 2158 field team leader Teegan Humphrey

     --Damse’ Singa –

“Update Current Status- approximately 0200 witness stable. Flag mission as contained and shift surveillance to phase two. Authorization code 20222106.”

There was a brief pause.

     -Authorization Code Accepted -Genevieve Berk

Update Confirmed. Berk Enterprise systems adjusted accordingly

         

          Behind me, Kiita moved, slow steps across the hardwood as she worked the stiffness from her body.

          Before me, across the globe, agents, surveillance networks, financial systems, and secure communications adjust in real time.

Every moving piece of Berk Enterprise flowed through one central nervous system.

SOPHIA.

          You’re quiet tonight

SOPHIA adds after a moment, the corners of my mouth twitch slightly.

“Observation isn’t in your mission parameters.”

     No

SOPHIA replied pleasantly

     But accuracy is.

I huffed. She wasn’t wrong. While I wasn’t a particularly chatty Cathy, my mind at the present was… gone.

It’d been an entire year since I’d made the transition from field agent to CEO of Berk Enterprise. A position I never wanted.

Berk Enterprise wasn’t a government agency. We didn’t answer to committees or beg politicians for permission to move from behind polished desks. When situations got too messy for official channels, people called us

We handled problems.

Protection details. Extraction Missons. Witness recovery.

If a situation required discipline, precision, and absolute discretion the BE was the name people whispered when they ran out of safer options.

The company had started as a small Black-owned security firm decades ago, built by men who thankfully understood that protection was a language most institutions never bothered to learn. Over the years it grew into something larger… an international network of field agents, intelligence analysts, and operatives who operated whenever and wherever the work demanded.

Now it all ran through me.

And unlike those who came before me, I had no interest in playing nice with a world that still argued whether women like me deserved power in the first place.

And in that year I’d heard nothing. Not a single peep from… Her.

And not only does she have the gull to summon me, but she also forges my fathers signature as if I wouldn’t know the difference.

I eyed the black envelope, anger simmering back to the surface.

My watch chimed breaking my focus. A familiar face popped up on the monitor.

“Do you all just smell when I’m no longer deep in pussy?” I said sliding her face to one side to pull up the operations from the previous night.

“Ugh, please gag me with a spoon,” mumbled Amira, head of the IT and technical team, and unfortunately my longest friend’s little sister. “SOPHIA told me, when you requested last nights SRA’s, how’s the Vic?”

“Why are you asking if you’ve read the SRA’s?”

“I didn’t say I read them Eviee,” she shot back, “I said I saw you requested them. I don’t have access to read those.”

“Exactly, so why on earth would I tell you what’s in them? And if you hadn’t read them how would you know there was a victim?”

Amira shrugged, “There’s always a victim.”

“Right.”

She leaned in closer to the screen, “Have you checked your phone yet? Mayor Culmino should be calling you shortly if he hasn’t been already.”

“What for?” I groaned. “The last thing I want is to spend an hour and a half listening to that pompous prick. Just give me the cliff notes and have Shane-.”

BOOP! BOOP!

I didn’t have to look at the phone

“That’s him isn’t it?” Amira said.

I declined the call.

 “What’s so important he’s calling my private line for? More importantly who the hell gave him the number?”

“I’ll look into it, but if I were you, I’d take the call.”

“No, isn’t that the reason I have Shane? To facilitate these calls?”

“Eve.”

“Mira that man is insufferable, and it’s entirely to damn early. I haven’t even washed my ass yet.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “I see you renewed Kiita’s, I thought you said she was starting to bore you.”

“Yes, well, that was before she learned to do this thing with her tongue.”

“Gross Eve.”

“Mind the business that pays you.”

“I am genius, Nova was filing the papers and noticed you didn’t sign her agreement.”

“Oh shit, yea we ah-.”

“SHUT THE HELL UP DON’T SAY NOTHING! Yah nasty. “she hollered into the phone.

“What?” I laughed.

“I’ll send it to Shane. Think I can get it back by the end of the day so it  can be filed?”

“Yes mother,” I teased. Mira was anything but.

“Speaking of.” Amira chided, “Gia-.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely not Mira.”

“But-.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Eve she’s co-.”

CLICK!

To say I didn’t care was an understatement.

I had at least a good six hours before I officially stepped back into the role of CEO.

But here I am, a year later.

My father had made the announcement shortly after I returned from my five year stint in a El Salvador.

I’ll admit, I wasn’t in the best condition at the time. I’m sure this was his final attempt to keep me stateside for as long as possible. My eldest sister Gwen had warned me his health was declining rapidly.

So for however long he wanted me here…

I’d do what he needed.

Even tolerate his wife’s ridiculous summons.

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I stepped out of the shower dressed quickly and chose a lap around the outdoor track instead of the treadmill. I had flight in three hours back to Pennsylvania before the drive back to Brooklyn.

I wanted was much of this clean Colorado air as possible before I left.

“SOPHIA,” I called out, “have the car brought around front, and send a reminder to Kelsey about my arrival. Make sure my driver isn’t late.”

Silence.

That was unusual.

“SOPHIA, repeat the last command.”

Still nothing.

I turned to toward the main communication panel mounted beside the shower. “

“SOPHIA, respond to last re-.”

Incoming call on secure line 5255553289.

“Decline, that’s not an authorized line.”

Incoming call on secure line 5255553289, please accept.

“Negative. Decline.”

Incoming call on secure line 5255553289, please accept.

Now, that was interesting.

“SOPHIA, route the call directly to me. Start a trace and voice recognition the moment it connects. Loop Arabelle.”

I opened my laptop and began recording a secondary log.

“Answer.”

The line clicked.

“He-hello, mm-mm-my name, ess, Yelnes Agira eyam, de mather of Yanari Maxwell.”

Her Nigerian accent was thick, the words tangled in panic and broken English.

“Dey murdered my boy…because of his father…dey found out...” the rest dissolved into hysterical crying.

I groaned, crying women weren’t exactly my specialty.

I took a breath anyway.

“Ma’am.” I said carefully, “I’m not sure I understand. Who was murdered? You should be speaking with the police.”

“PLESE…. ELP… HE KILLED MY BOY”

“How did you get this number?”

“I take it from his phone,” she manages between sobs. “He say… his children are special… mine wasn’t…. so he say he couldn’t be his… be he was special… and he was his… you must help me.’

“Madam Agira.” I said, more firmly now, “If I am going to help you I need to know who you got this number from.”

She sniffed loudly, setting the phone down.

Footsteps.

Then she returned.

“Ahmed Bouton.”

That name froze my thoughts mid-step.

“Ahmed gave you this number?”

“I take it from him. Es card. Emery Birk.”

Emery Berk.

Not exactly a name I heard often, though his business cards surfaced from time to time. Usually in the hands of people who couldn’t afford the protection BE offered but desperately needed help none the less.

Field trainees often took those cases.

This wasn’t one of them I feared.

Ahmed wasn’t just a mere petty criminal.

Wanted in multiple countries for drug trafficking, murder, bribery and a half dozen other charges.

 

“Si, es he help?” she asked weakly.

“Emery died almost fifty years ago.” The woman broke into fresh sobs.

“Nai, Nai, E es not dead.”

“I can assure you he is long gone,” I replied calmly, “I am four times his successor.”

“Then you must help me.” She pleaded, “The man who killed my boy… you must find him.”

“I’m sure the police are doing everything within their power to bring justice to your boy.”

“Nai, dey no help, he looking for someone. He say he not stop. You must-.”

A loud bang and the line was disconnected.

I stared at the black screen for a moment before exhaling slowly.

For a moment the only sound in the room came from the quiet hum of monitors and the Colorado wind pushing against the glass outside.

One year.

It’s been exactly one year since I took control of Berk Enterprise.

In that year, we’ve doubled our field teams, cleaned house in several departments and turned a respectable security operation into the most efficient private intelligence network operating outside government control.

Turnover had been… impressive.

Enemies, too.

At the time, this call felt like yet another problem; another grieving mother, another violent man who thought the world would just let him keep breathing after what he’d done.

Later I’d learn something important about that moment.

None of it was separate.

Not Kiita.

Not the summons.

Not Ahmed Bouton or his dead son.

Every piece was already moving.

I just hadn’t seen the board yet.

I leaned back toward the console.

“SOPHIA,” I said calmly.

“Find Ahmed Bouton”