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Date Posted: 09:17:25 05/04/02 Sat
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: Wicked Games Part 1
In reply to: Ranma 's message, "Wicked Games" on 09:16:29 05/04/02 Sat

Lady Nikita Penelope Bauer sat up on the bed, cocking her head. *He's here,* she thought nervously as she jumped off the bed and hurried over to the window. She stepped to the side and peered out the curtains. There he was, the frenchman her husband had hired to do odd jobs around the estate and to help rebuild the ancestral home. She had discovered his name from her maid ... Michael. He swung the axe overhead, splitting the log cleanly in two, his aim sure. Nikita licked her lips and watched him do it again. Forgetting herself, she stood full in the window gazing out at Michael. She drew in a quick breath as he peeled off his shirt, the heat from the sun and the exertion from the growing stack of split logs making him uncomfortably warm. Nikita licked her lips and slid her hand across her thigh, the lace of the stockings seing unbearably sweet.

Michael glanced over and Nikita quickly moved to the side, so all he saw was a white blur in the window.

Once she heard the chopping resume, Nikita moved in front of the window again, her eyes glued to the smooth muscles in Michael's chest contracting and expanding with his movements. One hand clutched the curtain while the other unconsciously ran across her thighs and up to her breast.

Michael looked over again and this time Nikita was a little slow moving out of sight so that he saw that she was standing in the window before she disappeared.

She waited for the chopping to resume and moved in front of the window again. This time Michael was waiting for her and looked straight into her eyes.

Nikita gasped and moved away from the window, frightened and thrilled at the same time, now that she had been discovered. *No good can come of this wanton behavior,* she admonished herself.

She quaked with forbidden desires as she heard footsteps outside her bedroom door. There was a pause and then the door opened.

Nikita spun around and grasped the sides of her robe near her neck closed with one hand, which allowed it to flow open about mid waist revealing her corset and lace covered crotch and legs to Michael's burning gaze, and semi-shrieked. "What are you doing in here? Get out! or I shall tell my husband when he returns!" she threatened him with a shaky voice, pointing imperiously at the door.

Michael paused in the doorway, looking at her, drinking in the way she was dressed, the lace stockings, the formfitting and yet not concealing corset, the delicate panties where a blush of blonde hair beckoned, and he slowly reached behind himself and closed the door, locking the two of them in the room together. "I don't think so. I think you wanted me to see you. You wanted me to come here, didn't you, My Lady?"

Nikita gasped in outrage and guilt and sputtered helplessly in the face of his frank appraisal. The robe covered nothing, only laid a light layer of lace over her curves.

Michael stepped forward and Nikita stepped back, her path taking her straight to the bed.

"I saw your maid go into town with the groom, so it's just the two of us. Why don't you admit that you've been watching me? Did you like it when I took my shirt off? I notice even now you are admiring my chest."

Nikita pulled her gaze away from his chest where she had indeed been looking, and shivered, backing up even further, the back of her knees flush against the bed.

Michael moved forward as Nikita trembled, trapped by her own misguided retreat. There was only the bed now. He moved within touching distance and stopped, putting his hands on his hips, the action expanding his chest, drawing her wayward eyes back to forbidden fruit. For several moments Nikita forgot everything, the room, the clothes she was almost wearing, her husband, the wrongness of what she was doing, everything as she was mesmerized by the hypnotic flexing of his muscles with his breathing.

"Do you like my chest better than your husband's?" he questioned idly as his own gaze wandered across her, peering interestedly at her outfit.

"I've never seen my husband's," Nikita answered before she could stop herself and protest his question. "Stop this at once."

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything ... yet."

Nikita trembled at that promise. She pulled herself together and remembered who and what she was. She angled her chin up and looked down her nose at Michael. With an exceedingly annoying 'royal' tone, she pointed at the door and arched an eyebrow. "Please leave."

Michael smiled a little and scratched his chin as if thinking about her request. Before she was even aware of his plans or thoughts, he reached out and captured her hand. "Oh, I think not, my Lady. Not for some time."

Nikita gasped and tugged uselessly, trying to regain her hand. "Let go of me this instant! You ... you peasant!"

Michael laughed. A deep dark rich sound that caused her stomach to clench in a strange way. "Well, if that's how you think of me anyway ..." he threatened and pulled on her trapped hand, hauling her the distance between them so that she collided with him. He easily absorbed the shock of her body and wrapped his other hand in her free-flowing hair, tugging on it to make her look up at him. "Now, what will you do?"

Nikita resisted the hair tug for a moment before arching her neck and looking up at him, her sky blue eyes blazing, her pupils expanded with excitement and her nostrils flaring as the scent of Michael mixed with a touch of good honest sweat assailed her senses. It was all she could do to keep herself from running her mouth all over him, tasting this lusty male animal. She was appalled at her thoughts and pulled against his hand to punish herself.

She pushed ineffectively against him, stuttering to a stop as her hand pressed against his naked flesh. Involuntarily, her fingers flexed and her nails dug into him.

"Little cat. You'll pay for that," Michael murmured without heat or pain, only a promise of lustful retribution.

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  • Wicked Games - Part 2 -- Repost Fairy, 09:18:52 05/04/02 Sat
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