Subject:  Sanglant - Chapter 26 NC-17 |
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Date Posted: Thursday, August 11, 07:21:59am
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Loveroy & Jenn S
's message, "Sanglant - Chapter 24" on Monday, July 18, 07:05:09am
Nikita Wirth stretched lazily as she awoke in a state of rapture, was it possible she had enjoyed such a carefree night of debauchery? She stroked her hand flatly on Michael's side of the bed, the sheets cold and obviously vacant, so she closed her eyes with a hint of emotion and reigning in her sensibilities she realized he was gone. The previous night Nikita had let go of her fears, allowing her inexperience to take a back seat to her passion and she succeeded in bringing profound change to her austere existence. She raised her hands above her naked body and stretched again, smiled and thought fondly of the handsome man that helped unleash her savage beast.
"Thank you Michael Samuelle, I enjoyed being your whore." She mouthed and realizing she was still in Paul and Madeline's cottage proceeded to get dressed and hurry home to her room at Adrian's house.
As Nikita walked out of the cottage the rain that had been falling for sometime seemed to stop as if by magic, so laughing she thought that Michael's suggestion that she brought out the sun was very appropriate. The previous evening, she was sure that he had used the tired sunshine line to get into her pants, but hey - she was satisfied enough now to think he was probably right. She laughed as she stepped in a puddle like a little kid would and remembered that the last night, she actually told Michael that she loved him.
Bending down she picked up a piece of paper that looked out of place in the pristine backyard that was shadowed by the palatial Wolfe' home. The notepaper was soaked but she could still see the blurred letter M in the signature line. She laughed again thinking she made Michael run away with her ridiculous expression of love; was it possible he wrote her a note explaining his quick retreat?
"Amazing man," Nikita mumbled for it was easier to think the paper was a note from Michael than to think he was a real shit - like most men she had sex with were. "Nah, he probably is a shit."
She crumbled the wet paper in her fist and placed it in the pocket of her shirt, the one missing a bunch of buttons thanks to Michael's method of disrobing her and right next to her ring and chain. She arranged the garment as best she could and decided she would try to contact the handsome man as soon as the telephone service was restored to the island. Nikita needed to thank him for such a great experience and explain the fact that she swore love when she really meant to swear total adulation to his sexual skills.
Her private parts hurt, but in a good way and Michael's fingerprints were in many places of her fit body, including her wounded heart. Nikita was acting tough; she didn't want to admit that the man had taken a piece of her soul with him when he sneaked out of her bed in the middle of the night. But whom was she trying to impress, heck no one knew what was going on in her bruised heart, and now she had to continue with the stupid pretense that she was pregnant with Michael's child.
"I wonder how everyone will feel when I suddenly loose the pregnancy?" She asked a silent rhetorical question to her own intellect.
When she arrived at the cottage Adrian was in the middle of an argument with the mainland's coroner. It seemed that the bodies they removed from the 'illegal' cemetery that Birdie Gordon ran were lost in the storm and the pathologist needed the records he was sure Adrian, the inlet's long time doctor, kept. Nikita shook her head as she passed the older woman who bowed her head in salutation and the blonde woman smiled at the police officers that were there accompanying the Coroner.
"Dr. Wirth," the medical examiner called out, "may I have a minute of your time?"
Adrian interfered, "She is new to the island and…?"
"It's okay Adrian," Nikita answered and then turned to the Coroner, "How can I be of help?"
The pathologist asked some basic questions of Nikita, mainly about her medical education and so forth, but what he really wanted was to offer her a job at his office. The doctor explained that he received wonderful reports about the woman's take-charge attitude during the hurricane aftermath. Since he had an opening for a second in his lab, he thought Nikita would be perfect for the job. Adrian went to object and Nikita warned her with a look that told her not to interfere, as Nikita answered in the softest of voices the man's offer of employment.
"My only problem accepting the position would be that I must continue to care for Dr. Adrian. She is after all like family to me and my utmost responsibility and reason for being here." Nikita answered.
"I understand and I am willing to accommodate your needs Dr. Wirth." The pathologist answered.
"Well then, let's talk money shall we?" Nikita weft her arm through the crook of the man's bent one. "You know I have been waiting for a position in the Hematology Department." The doctor nodded, "Adrian, why don't you come with us while we discuss this opportunity?"
Adrian dutifully followed Nikita and the doctor to the living room of her house, for she needed to know what the other doctor was up to, and try to retain some semblance of control of what was going on in her grandchildren's life. Her well-laid plans seemed to be slowly but surely, unraveling before her very eyes. She again nodded her head when a question was directed at her, all the while acquiescing she decided to go with the flow. Yep, it was time to contact George before her evil daughter-in-law re-instituted that Gelman Process she loved to use. Adrian was determined to prevent the dark times from ever returning to the Van Damns.
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The wide-bodied jet made its way to Geneva with Michael sitting in an empty First Class. The two pretty flight attendants flirted openly with the handsome man as they fussed over him while serving a breakfast he had no intention of eating. He asked for a drink, something he seldom did and the women brought complimentary Mimosas, giving him time to acclimate himself to his surroundings. He looked at the suddenly appetizing fare and decided to dig in fearing he would get drunk if he did not fill his stomach with something other than booze.
He felt like a shit, he had acted like a coward slipping out of Nikita's life without facing her, and writing a note instead of explaining his intentions. He tried calling her from the air-phone, but got a message that reminded him that the hurricane affected the telephone lines in Van Damn Isle. Again, Michael thought of the blonde and what a terrific night she gave him, how excited he felt letting go and trying new things that he would now add to his arsenal of sexual experiences. His groin began to stir back to life as visions of the hot blonde haunted his thoughts. He silently cursed at his body's reaction to the woman, and knew he had to purge her from his psyche.
The stewardesses returned with chocolate truffles croissants and more champagne and Michael sat back to relax and enjoy the flight the best he could. Soon enough one thing led to the other and Michael capitulated to the cheap thrill of a sexual tryst with the two women who promptly failed to satisfy him. As he asked the girls to allow him time to rest from the insipid threesome, in his charming way of course, Nikita came to his mind again as he closed his eyes before falling peacefully to sleep.
But before slumber over took him Michael thought about how unsatisfactory the quickies had been and compared them to his time with Nikita. Even when just unintentionally flirting with him, or boldly making sexual advances towards him, Nikita won hands down against even the heady threesome concept. What was it that this creature, innocent yet naughty had done to his carnal appetite?
Michael mumbled to himself, "Damn, did Nikita spoil my expectations?" Poor Michael, the blonde had left her fingerprints on him, leaving him wanting just her erotic ways. Yep he was a shit.
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