|Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 214 - NC-17*
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Date Posted: Wednesday, June 15, 07:49:14pm
In reply to:
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 204 & forward" on Sunday, May 15, 07:23:24pm
Nikita sat before the computer terminals in the systems room; her father’s image filled the screen and his voice echoed from the speakers.
“I am thankful you are alright Nikita. The Society are not to be trusted....they will stop at nothing to destroy their enemies.”
“Right to the point as usual Father....no time for frivolous chat....like where have you been the last few months....why did you leave MI-6.....oh, and you look thinner than I remember you....or are you well?”
“Ahhhhh....are you well....the ordeal of capture must have been difficult but I’m certain with your skills and training, you were able to cope.”
“This sounds like the same response I used to get when I was at college....just the essentials. I am okay and will be returning to London as soon as possible. I would like for you to arrange accommodation for me which I will be paying for. I won’t be returning to work at MI-6 nor for you at Center. I am starting a new life....leaving my former life behind.”
Michael glanced at Adrian as they stood at the rear of the room. Mr. Jones’ voice reverberated in the room.
“Nikita, that decision is yours to make but the timing is poor. I am sure Mr. Samuelle has told you of the dangers to your life....the Society will act immediately in apprehending or killing you...to further their objectives. After the Society has been neutralized, I will arrange for your accommodation in London and whatever else you want....but please, please reconsider returning now.”
Nikita rose from her chair and folded her arms, glaring at the image of her father on the screen.
“Father, I am tired of you controlling my life. As you say, the decision is mine to make....I am not naive enough to believe the Society would not use me for their ends....to kill you, but it will be difficult for me to remain here.....I must think about it.”
“Please remain with Mr. Samuelle at the villa.....travel anywhere is dangerous.”
Nikita darted a look at Michael, then returned to the screen. “That is amusing....a few months ago you were searching for me and would no doubt have had Michael Samuelle killed for being with me....now you want me to remain with him.”
“He can protect you Nikita. We have had discussions regarding his operation and working together to eliminate the Society.”
“He was my lover, Father! You always eliminated any boyfriends or lovers I had in the past....now you want me to return to his bed!”
“That is not what I am suggesting....I want you to remain in Portugal at the villa until this operation is complete......and.....and, you only imagined that I discouraged your admirers. Look, this conversation is unproductive and I am certain Mr. Samuelle does not want to hear it.”
Adrian shifted in her chair and cleared her throat. “Excuse me for interrupting....ahhh, Mr. Jones.....this is Adrian Maxfield....I have decided to remain at the villa and work with Mr. Samuelle.....and I am certain Nikita will make the correct decision....she just needs a little time. Perhaps another connection can be made tomorrow and you can talk again....after Nikita has had more time to consider her decision.”
“Adrian....good to hear from you again...I am glad you are well and are working with Mr. Samuelle. He obviously has more persuasive skills than I ever did in convincing you to work again. And I agree, I will attempt to discuss this matter with Nikita further....after cooler heads prevail.”
Adrian looked at Nikita who was now heading for the doorway. She glanced back at the image of her father and closed the systems door behind her.
“I’m afraid Nikita has left the computer room....I’m sorry she is not complying with your wishes....I fear there is much troubling history between you....but I am certain she will see the wisdom in remaining here,” sighed Adrian.
Michael stepped forward, pulling a chair before the main screen. “Mr. Jones, I will protect Nikita and she will remain at the villa....but we need to discuss tactics for the mission. Do you wish to undertake this now?”
“Yes, certainly Mr. Samuelle and I apologize for any differences we may have had in the past. Nikita has always been a difficult child, but then she had a difficult life. I am sorry she is causing you anxiety now and complicating procedures on the upcoming mission.”
“Mr. Jones, Nikita is not a child...she is a very intelligent, beautiful woman....who I care for. I do not understand the anger she is directing at me but promise you I will protect her.”
“Hummmmmm.....sounds like she has you beguiled, Samuelle.....well, I thank you for protecting her....now let us discuss the various parameters of our options.....Adrian, please...your input too.”
~ ~ ~
Nikita wandered into the bedroom of the suite. She had informed Michael, he was to use other quarters and respect her privacy; he had agreed. She stood looking out the patio window; the sea was leaden along with the sky. Gulls circled and cried overhead. Nikita walked to the bed and flopped onto the duvet.
Oh my gawd....what has my life become.....I hate this....my whole life has been one disagreement after another with my father. He controlled everything I did....and my time with Michael was more of the same.....another controlling man.
Nikita sat up and pulled her knees to her chest, fighting back tears.
I’m pathetic.....a whining pathetic female. All I want is to start again, fresh....a new life. This mission to fight the Society will go on forever and I’ll be captive here....having to look at Michael every day.
Nikita rose and strolled into the bathroom. The doctor had given her sedatives and she popped two in her mouth, rinsing them down with water. She shed her clothes and crawled under the duvet; staring up at the ceiling. Within the hour, her eyes became heavy and she drifted asleep.
The curtains on the open patio window blew gently with the sea breeze; the gulls continued to cry. Michael walked barefooted up to the bed and looked down at Nikita. He pulled off his fleece sweater and slid off his black jeans. The front of his black undershorts stretched with his need. He quickly slid the shorts from his body, exposing his engorged manhood. Michael pulled the duvet back and placed himself over Nikita while tugging her tank top over her head. He slid down her body and with deft fingers, slid her panties away. Nikita moaned and twisted beneath him while he nipped and kissed her opening. She reached for his head but Michael grabbed her hands and stretched them above her head; all the time, continuing his ministrations on her senses. Nikita moaned louder as she felt herself approaching orgasm. And just as the first wave of climax washed over her, she felt Michael push his erection into her body. Slowly, he moved in rhythm with her upward thrusts. This felt so right; like this part of his body belonged in her - forever. Nikita frantically thrust forward to consume more of Michael’s manhood; each time he began to withdraw she shuddered, wanting to feel him touch deeper inside. Nikita screamed out as a second orgasm washed over her; she gasped for air; her body steeped in sweat.
Nikita’s eyes shot open; her body cooling in the night air. Her eyes flashed around the empty room. She was alone.
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