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Date Posted: 09:18:52 05/04/02 Sat
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: Wicked Games - Part 2
In reply to: Ranma 's message, "Wicked Games" on 09:16:29 05/04/02 Sat

Nikita's fingertips itched at the touch of his skin, tingling in a strange manner. She looked up at Michael and saw a touch of smugness as if he knew what the touch of his body did to her and planned on using it. With a deliberate snarl, Nikita dug the tips of her nails into his skin, starting to dent him, heading for more damage.

Michael breathed in and pulled her wrist away from him, gliding her nails out of his skin before she broke through. He stared at her for a moment and then let go of her hair to reach behind her, tugging the robe's belt out of the loops with one quick jerk. He quickly looped the belt around her hands, anchoring them together.

Nikita stared at her now tied hands in disbelief and then looked at Michael in startlment as he pulled her hands up, up over her head and pushed against her. He crowded her with his body, using his heavier weight to tip her over onto her back, onto the bed, underneath him.

Still silent against her muttered protests and her small shrieks of dismay, he tied her bound hands to one of the bed posts, straddling her body, clasping her waist with his knees, pressing down on her to stifle her wiggling. Once he had secured her, he lifted her upper body and pushed a pillow under her back, easing the stress of her hands over her head while at the same time pushing her breasts into a more prominent position.

Michael straightened, looking down the length of his upper body, past his groin to the luxuriously beautiful captive on the bed. He smiled a little as he saw her eyes were rather helplessly centered on his crotch in unwilling fascination. "Don't worry My Lady, you will get to see everything. I'm a generous man," he taunted her.

Nikita jerked her eyes away, blushed fiercely and cast her eyes around everywhere, trying to find somewhere else to look.

"But before I show you anymore, I want to see something in return," he stated as he reached down and tugged at the corset laces.

Nikita choked on her protests, her throat tightened at the feel of his work roughened fingers brushing across the soft skin of her breasts. For a brief moment she was glad she was tied down as the bed seemed to be spinning and her blood seemed to be racing to any spot he touched. She inhaled, ashamed of her lack of struggles and weak protests. Nikita blushed with the knowledge that she wanted this ... man ... to touch her like he was, to touch her like her husband never had.

"Your husband has never touched you?" Michael questioned incredulously.

Nikita turned scarlet as she realized that she had spoken aloud.

"Mon Dieu, I knew he was a pompous pig, but I did not realize he was an idiot as well!" He reached for her breasts, cupping them, his touch burning her through the lace. "This body was made to be touched, caressed, held ..." he looked at her, "kissed," he watched her face, "bit," Nikita's eyes grew wider and wider, "and licked, most definitely licked," he concluded with a wicked grin. Nikita began to squirm with new strength and purpose.

"Release me at once, you savage," she panted out, her mind ablaze with his words. The traitorous voice in her head urged her to surrender to this erotic bondage, allow this man to do what he would with her, after all it may be her only chance to experience any kind of sexual ecstasy.

Nikita scolded herself, tugging harshly on her bindings as a way of punishing herself for those wayward thoughts. But she could not escape one burning question, *Did I want him to see me in the window?*

Her self-questioning was diverted as Michael tightened his fingers around her nipples, scratching the hardened peaks with the lace, tugging on her betrayers.

"I do not want to hurt you, so I will make a bargain with you, yes?" Michael arched an eyebrow in question.

"A bargain?" Nikita breathed.

"Oui. It is simple, I will not do anything you do not like ..." he paused as she opened her mouth, "except I will not untie you," he added to her obvious dismay, "but you have to answer my questions honestly. If I think you are not telling the truth, then ..." he stopped and looked at her, his fingers tightening slightly on her nipples, just tight enough for her to cry out softly, but not tight enough for any real lingering pain, "I will punish you. It is a bargain, yes?"

Nikita searched for a way out of her situation, intrigued despite herself with his suggestion. She supposed it was easy enough to win, all she had to do was not like anything he did to her and answer truthfully to avoid punishment. Easy, right? Besides, did she have a choice?

"Yes, a bargain then," She answered him, cautiously, disconcerted by the gleam of amusement and heat that glittered in his eyes. *Have I made a mistake?* She shook her head. *No problem, I just won't like anything he does to me.*

"First question: Are you a virgin?"

Nikita gaped at him, astounded he should ask her such a question.

"How dare you! That is none of your business, and certainly nothing ... Ow!"

Michael interrupted her tirade with another quick powerful squeeze to her nipples. Once she quieted down, he leaned forward, nuzzled her neck and breathed, "You didn't answer my question. Are you a virgin?" into her ear and across her throat.

Nikita shivered at the feel of his warm breath on her skin. She could feel the weight of him pressing against her chest, the smell of him drifting up, making her nostrils flare, the trickling fire of his breath setting her skin alive.

Michael licked her throat, scraping his tongue across the hyper-sensitive skin as he mocked tsked her inability to concentrate long enough to give him an answer. He took her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled on it. "Answer me," he commanded.

"No, I am not a virgin," Nikita confessed, her face flushing with shame at the personal question and her body relaxed further into the body for some strange reason. *All I have to do is not like anything he does,* Nikita assured herself as she scolded her neck and ear for responding to him.

"Ahhh," he sighed with satisfaction.

Nikita looked at him questioningly. All her life she had been told that men prefer virgins and yet this sexual animal seemed pleased with her news.

"Second question: How often does your husband make love to you?"

Nikita blushed and searched the ceiling for divine interruption, seeking someone to save her from this man. It suddenly occurred to her what a scandal it would cause if someone did discover them as they were. Oh, they might say they believed she was innocent, a captive, but somewhere, somehow there would be the doubt, the whispers, the looks of disdain from the women and the lingering leering looks of men. She shivered, suddenly afraid.

"Shh, shh," Michael petted her lightly, his tone soothing. "What has happened? What are you thinking to bring such fear and pain into your lovely eyes?" He gently cupped her chin with his hand and tilted her head so that she was looking at him.

"What ... what if someone finds us?" Nikita whispered in a tiny voice.

"Ah, Cheri, no, don't worry. We are quite alone. I will protect you."

Nikita looked into his eyes and saw only the fierceness of a warrior. A warmth settled over her as she believed she could trust her honor with this man.

He saw her acceptance and with a small nod he released her chin slowly, his fingertips stroking her jaw. "Now, answer my question. How often?"

Nikita smiled wryly, she might be able to trust him with her honor, but that did not mean he would not continue to torment her.

He arched an eyebrow at her silence and moved a hand down to the corset stays, plucking the first one rather harshly undone.

Nikita breathed in, panting in fear and anticipation, realizing she was being punished again. The lace against her breasts slipped a little looser. Michael looked straight into her eyes while he snapped the undone stay against her skin with a distinct 'pop' of sound and she arched a little in reaction to the sting.

"Onceeverythreemonths," she rushed out, the spot throbbing in reaction to his punishment.

Michael rolled his eyes at her husband's idiocy. "Incredible," he muttered. "If you were my wife, it would be every night and sometimes during the day." He leaned down and licked the red spot, his tongue soothing the sting while bringing a different sensation entirely to life. Nikita trembled in dismay as her skin welcomed his touch.

Her trembling increased as his words sank in. "'Sometimes during the day'?" she asked, appalled at the thought of ... doing "it" during the day. Rather like right now, the voice in her head taunted.

"Hmm," Michael nodded. "I have to get my work done sometimes, Cheri," he answered with a laugh, glancing at her astounded expression. "Ahh, let my guess, Lord Idiot only does it in the dark?"

Nikita nodded in agreement without thinking and then berated herself for responding to his question at all. This man had no sense of honor, asking her such intimate questions, or tying her up, or looking at her with such a gleam in his eye. But even as she thought such rallying thoughts she remembered his concern for her fears and the sense of trust she felt in his answer. No, she must admit, he does have honor, but his own brand.

"Mon Dieu, there is no limit to his stupidity!" Michael cursed. "Such a beautiful body is meant to be admired in the full light of day, outside where god's light can reveal all to man's simple eyes."

Nikita gasped and squirmed at the thought of being naked outside. Had he no shame?!?

A determined look settled on Michael's face and he began to unlace the corset even more, ignoring her murmured protests and wiggling. At last the contraption slid off, revealing her lovely torso to his avid gaze. Her face flushed in mortification at being so summarily exposed.

Michael murmured something and touched her ribs with his fingertips, his touch light and almost tentative. His tanned flesh contrasted with her paleness, his work roughened hands were almost harsh against her pampered softness. He leaned in to breathe in the delicate scent of her skin, his movements and the look on his face reverent.

Nikita felt her world tilt for a moment and her heart squeezed just for a second before the buzz left her ears and focus was restored. How can any man who meant her harm treat her with such worship? Unlike her husband who forces his way into her bed and thrusts into her and on top of her without regard to her pain, leaves a mess and then does not touch or even talk to her until it is obvious she is not pregnant and then begins to hurl abuse onto her and the cycle repeats, this man, this savage, this peasant, talks to her, even if his subject matter is inappropriate, touches her, even if against her will, and seems to find a fascination for her reactions.

Nikita's thoughts were scattered as Michael blew a breath of cool air across her stomach, causing the muscles to ripple and the flesh to tremble. With a low laugh he repeated his actions, seemingly content to watch her reactions and listen to her stifled gasps and smothered moans.

"Sensitive?" he taunted just before he licked her belly button. Nikita nearly jumped out of her skin at the touch. "Ahh," Michael muttered in a satisfied tone, blew on the skin once again.

Nikita twisted beneath him, straining, she was sure, to get away from his devilish teasing. He moved his head upwards so the stream of cool air traveled across her ribs and brushed against the bottom of her breasts. Nikita bit her lower lip as those traitorous nipples stiffened even further in reaction, seemingly beckoning to him. She felt his hair, surprisingly soft and heavy, glide across her abdomen, a sensuous living silk scarf covering her. She clenched her thighs together as a small burst of unfamiliar sensation flared up in her lower stomach. Despairing her own weakness she lay her head back on the pillow and glared at the ceiling, forcing herself to be appalled by the feelings of her hands tied, by the situation where she has been taken prisoner and was being toyed with by this peasant. If only it didn't feel so good!

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