Storytime: Pirate's Pleasure: Mark II- Part 2
This is basically a Stargate story(also on the blog), rewritten to be a Bad Girls story, hence the Mark II in the title.
Title: Pirate's Pleasure: Mark II
Author: Pink Rabbit Productions
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Nikki/Helen
Part: 2
Disclaimer: Avast ye lubbers, sex ho...all female sex, in fact, though no hoes involved...so if ye be offended, underaged, or likely to get anybody arrested, keep on yer way, ye scurvy dog.
Author's Note: As mentioned above, this was originally a Stargate story (also on the blog), hence the Mark II in the title. I originally had zero plan to do this, however, my gf is a hardcore BGs fan, and keeps wishing I would write Bad Girls fiction, and basically hinted she'd be doing some global replaces on this story for that purpose. Soooo, I opted to write her a bit of a Valentine's Day present. I wasn't originally going to post it, but as it came out more different than I originally expected (though mostly still the same), and she encouraged me to do so, I thought some folks might find it fun. That said, because of assorted elements, it doesn't really fit into the actual Bad Girls' canon. I know that. I can't fix it, so I tried to just keep things internally reasonably consistent. I can only do my best to make the characters fit, and hope that any readers will overlook that fact.
Pirate's Pleasure: Mark II- Part 2
In her cabin, Helen Stewart could hear the sounds of activity overhead, the clatter of boots on the deck, the panicked call of voices, and the rustle of luffing sails. She didn't wait to see if the pirate ship would overtake the merchant vessel. It seemed obvious it would because t.
She quickly loosed the stays on her gown, slipping it down off her shoulders to let it fall to a puddle at her feet. Petticoats and the much-hated corset soon followed, then her light, linen shift. Nude, she quickly dug through her luggage to retrieve the men's clothes she'd worn when her brother, Jack, was teaching her to fence. The romeo shirt was voluminous on her slender figure, but the soft, fawn knickers fit like a second skin. She'd worn leather soled shoes in his tiled studio, but the deck above would likely be slick with blood and water. The shoes she had with her were too likely to slip under those conditions. She opted to go barefoot, rather than risk a slip at a bad moment. A heavy cloak over the top would conceal her costume until she needed the freedom it offered.
Lastly, she lifted the long wooden sword case from her things, staring at it momentarily before flicking the latches open. The rapier inside was beautifully made. An intricate guard curved over the wire wrapped surface of the hilt, and the razor sharp edges of the blade glinted even in the dull candlelit interior of her cabin. A pair of black, kid gloves lay folded in one end of the box and she carefully tugged them on before lifting the weapon. It was light and exquisitely balanced. It ought to be, Thomas had paid a fortune for it.
Overhead, there was a series of heavy, clanking thumps, followed by an army's worth of footsteps.
Helen's heart lurched with tension.
They'd been boarded.
She waited, expecting to hear sounds of combat, and was surprised when they didn't come. Had the captain surrendered without even a token attempt at resistance? She was still standing there several minutes later when someone knocked on her door. Uncertain what to do, she froze.
A man's deep voice, muffled by the door, reached her ears. "If you do not open the door, I will be forced to break it down."
Squaring her shoulders, Helen flipped the cloak around herself, hiding the sword within the confines of the heavy fabric, then clicked the latch and opened the door.
The young man standing in the corridor was apparently one of the pirates, though he seemed mild enough and made no effort to bring the weapon he carried to bear. He peered at her for a long moment, his head tipping to one side, then exhaled a heavy sigh.
"What?" she exhaled nervously.
He shrugged. "You aren't what I was 'oping for."
Not looking too closely at that explanation, Helen stepped around him, careful to keep the sword positioned so that it couldn't accidentally brush him.
She stiffened as she stepped on deck.
The scrawny, short-handed crew of the merchant ship stood on one side of the deck, their only weapons a few, poorly-made swords and whatever pieces of equipment they could find on the ship that might serve. To a man, their expressions were ones of stark terror.
On the other side of the deck stood the pirate crew, burly, well armed, and confident of their ability to win any fight.
Between the two groups the captain of the merchant stood beside a tall, lean woman with short, chestnut hair and a sailor's tan. A wicked smile twisted her sensual mouth as she laid eyes on Helen. "You're everything I'd hoped for, Madame ... and more," she said appreciatively.
Helen's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Do I know you?"
The pirate shrugged one shoulder, her eyes gleaming with hunger. "Not yet, but you will," she pronounced confidently.
Helen glared at the woman with regal disdain. "Explain yourself."
She tipped an imaginary hat. "Nicola Wade, captain of the Circe, at your service. I find I have a desire for your company." A confident grin curved her lips, sensual hunger obvious in her eyes. There was no doubt in anyone's eyes just what she wanted.
"I see," Helen exhaled.
Captain McAllister stepped forward, seeming hopelessly young and small next to the pirate queen. "My crew and I will defend you to the death, your Ladyship." He flashed an angry glare at pirate. "You were rumored to have been a good woman once upon a time. Do this and you're no better than Fenner," he chastised, hoping to shame the woman into a different course.
"Oh, I'm a great deal better," Wade disagreed, her tone putting a suggestive spin on the words. She shrugged, but her eyes never left the auburn-haired figure standing several feet away, her gaze flicking back and forth between his crew and the merchant crew. "They don't stand a chance," she informed her prisoner of what she already knew in a low, oddly soothing voice. "You can prevent that bloodbath." She reached a hand out to the smaller woman. "All you have to do is come with me."
Helen stared at he frightened faces of the crewmen poised to fight, and she shook her head as her gaze returned clash with the pirate's. "I won't see any man's blood spilled to protect my virtue."
Nikki nodded in appreciation. "Good." She flexed long fingers to urge her forward. "Come along then."
"Damn you," McAllister hissed, helpless to do anything without getting his crew killed.
Wade shrugged. "I was damned long ago, Captain," she said agreeably. "Just ask Stubblefield." He'd made her into this when he'd sided with slime like Fenner and forced her on the run. Now she made her own rules, and did what she needed to survive. And she needed the woman in front of her like she needed air to breathe. The woman still hadn't moved, so Nikki stepped forward, ready to reach for her.
Helen danced back a pace, running into Nikki's first officer where he still stood behind her. "That doesn't mean I intend to come with you," she snarled.
Wade's brows rose, her expression politely curious. She gestured to their surroundings. "If you don't intend letting them fight, then how do you plan to avoid going with me?"
Josh was ready to grab the woman if she tried to run, but he was relieved of that task when the captain waved him away. Just as well. He really wasn't the sort to do that kind of thing.
Nikki gestured her prey closer. When she didn't immediately move, she sighed softly. "You have my word, I won't use force ... at least not until I've heard you out."
Careful to keep the front of the cloak closed, Helen drew nearer. "I offer a wager, Captain. If I win, this ship and my person both go free."
"And if I win?" the pirate captain demanded huskily.
"I go with you."
Nikki shook her head. "You'll do that either way...no, I want your promise that you'll come to my bed ... willingly." She paced around behind the smaller woman, her voice dropping too low for anyone else to hear. "Naked, warm, and ready for pleasure."
Against her will, Helen's breathing roughened with unwanted excitement. She glanced back up to find the lanky brunette, studying her carefully. She was beautiful to be certain, but there was also something fiercely charismatic about her that had more to do with the mind behind the eyes than the body behind the sword.
"What's your name?" the pirate queen whispered as she reached out to brush a finger over a stray curl of auburn hair.
"Helen Stewart," she answered, unable to resist the soft note of command in the other woman's voice. "And I'll take the bet." She knew her own skills and was certain she could win. The other woman was taller and doubtless stronger, but it was unlikely that she'd had any real training with the sword, and she'd be expecting to face an opponent with no skill whatsoever. If she struck quickly enough, she had a good chance.
Wade's eyes glinted triumphantly. "Good," she whispered, convinced she could best her captive at any contest she might choose. She backed away a step, grinning as she questioned. "So, what's the game to be...canasta, chess...checkers," she allowed in deference to Helen Stewart's obvious station as a lady of good breeding.
Helen's eyes narrowed dangerously. She was going to enjoy carving Nikki Wade's arrogant heart from her chest. "No," she said softly. "Swords." She slung her cloak off and swung her weapon for the taller woman's chest in the same motion.
Nikki yelped and leapt backward in time to avoid the deadly arc of the blade. Scrambling, she quickly regained her balance, then barely ducked another swing. She'd come aboard without her weapons to avoid frightening the lady, and now she was on the verge of getting skewered while her crew looked on, too busy admiring the cut of the prisoner's jib to offer any help. Of course, if she hadn't been so busy trying to stay alive, Nikki would have joined them.
"Captain!" McAllister shouted and tossed his own weapon her direction. Wade caught it by the hilt in time to block the next thrust just before it made contact, then used raw strength to push her captive back several steps.
Helen backed off to regroup, glaring at the pirate as the brunette straightened herself and returned the angry glare with a gently chiding smile.
"Now, my dear," Nikki scolded, breathing hard despite her seeming nonchalance. "This really isn't a good idea." She used her own weapon to gesture to the epée in her prisoner's hand. "You could get hurt with one of those."
"So could you," Helen snarled with deadly intensity, resisting the charming smile directed her way with fierce determination.
An appreciative murmur went up among the pirate crew, and Nikki flashed a warning look their way to silence the sentiment. She turned her attention back to the other woman. Her stance was good, her manner confident.
"Mayhaps you should finish taming the wench, Captain," one of her men called out, "then put the hilt of your sword to better use." The other men laughed along with the crude joke, "since you lack the sort of sword she really needs."
"Shut up!" Nikki snapped angrily, cutting off the men's roars of laughter, before addressing his quarry again. "I have no desire to harm you."
"That's funny," Helen shot back, an embarrassed flush crawling over her cheekbones, "hurting you gives me no qualms whatsoever."
"The terms of victory?" the pirate captain demanded, careful not to give the other woman any openings to attack, but wanting this silliness over as quickly as possible.
"To the death," Helen growled.
"I can see why you would like that one, but..." Wade shrugged suggestively, "it would substantially reduce the value of my prize."
"If you're so confident you'll win, why worry about it?" Helen hissed and lunged again.
Nikki blocked the move, skillfully. The other woman was good. Very good, but she wasn't likely to win. She'd been taught to fence, while Nikki knew how to fight. Contrary to what most people thought, the two were very different.
The combatants circled each other, so focused they forgot about the watching crews. Nikki tested her prisoner's skills, pressing her back with her sword without ever releasing the full power behind her weapon. Their blades locked again and she leaned into the space between them. "Victory comes with first blood," she offered. "Otherwise I'll simply have my men overwhelm you. You're likely to walk away with some bruises ... and unfortunately," her lip curled with distaste, "they aren't likely to miss a chance to enjoy a brief taste of what they'll never have ... but no one will die ... and I won't have any deaths for this. Your choice."
Breathing hard from the strain of the fight, Helen only nodded.
"Good," Nikki whispered, then released a dizzying flurry of blows that forced Helen back without ever coming close to touching flesh.
Helen stumbled and fell hard against the door to the lower decks. She saw her opponent fling her weapon away and tried to bring her own up between them, but the taller woman wrapped strong fingers around her hand, forcing it back against the door as she closed the distance between them. They were both gasping and flush with exertion. Helen's eyes were drawn upward to implacable features as the pirate pressed close, molding their bodies together until she could feel every rise and hollow of smooth curves and hard muscle.
"You lose," Nikki Wade breathed, then her lips came down to claim Helen's with hungry passion. She invaded her prisoner's mouth with hungry strokes, giving her no chance to refuse as she tasted, and explored the warm depths.
Helen tried to drive her free hand into the taller woman's stomach, but the pirate blocked the blow, knocking Helen's hand aside.
"Damn," Nikki gasped and jerked her head back. "You've lost, accept it," she ground out, totally focused on the woman pressed so firmly against the length of her body.
Helen shook her head. "The rules said first blood. You haven't managed that."
"Dammit, woman," Nikki snarled in frustration. "I don't want your blood."
"But I damn well want yours." Helen lunged wildly in an effort to free herself and get her sword between them.
Nikki responded by slamming Helen into the door at her back hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. Cursing softly, she realized the smaller woman wouldn't accept her victory until she was forced to. Arms and shoulders flexing with controlled power, she dragged the hand trapped in her own up and away from the door, controlling the other woman's weapon with raw strength.
Despite her best efforts, Helen couldn't break the imprisoning hold, or even slow the measured progress as the pirate forced the weapon between them. Under the brunette's control, the blade just barely nicked her left shoulder, cutting through the gauzy fabric of her shirt, and drawing a single bead of crimson.
"First blood," Nikki growled, then stripped the weapon from her hold and flung it aside. She cupped her prisoner's jaw in one hand, forcing her head up. "I'm your mistress now," she panted, then claimed her mouth again, the kiss perversely gentle after the rough battle. When the kiss broke, she slung the smaller woman over one shoulder, careless of her struggles, as she flung the command over her shoulder. "Josh, see to casting off. You have the helm. And bring the lady's sword. It's a fine weapon, and I've earned that as well."
Helen fought her captor, but the pirate was too strong, her long frame surprisingly muscled under the softness of her curves. She hurried across the gangplank, her voice hard when Helen's struggles risked sending them both into the water. "Careful ... unless you can swim." The threat was obvious, forcing the lady to quiet until they were safely on the deck on the other side when she promptly began struggling again. "Well, at least you're reliable," the pirate queen muttered under her breath, tightening her hold as she hurried across the deck, well aware of the envious way her crew's eyes followed them. Moments later, she stepped into her cabin and kicked the door shut in her wake. Grinning, she dropped her prisoner's feet to the deck.
Helen stumbled away from her captor, snarling every curse word she could think of. For a lady of her station, it was a surprisingly vast collection.
Nikki's brows rose. "Impressive," she allowed, eyeing the soft curves revealed in the open vee of her prisoner's blouse, definitely admiring the view, "but don't you think you should honor your wager. You did lose the fight, after all."
"Go to hell!" Helen spat, almost as furious over losing the fight as she was about the pirate's intentions.
Nikki tipped her head to one side, appearing to consider the command. "And here, I thought you were a woman of your word."
"Would you have left if I drew first blood?" Helen demanded.
Nikki laughed and shook her head. "No, but then I'm a pirate. We're supposed to cheat. You're a lady. Your word should be as good as gold."
"Go to hell," her prisoner repeated.
Nikki tore her gaze away from the sight of heaving breasts to meet her prisoner's slashing gaze. "You already said that," she reminded her helpfully. "However, I feel the need to point out that if all bets are off, then I'll feel duty bound to finish what I started aboard the merchant ship." As threats went, it wasn't even subtle.
"You can't," Helen insisted instantly, unintentionally giving her captor a weapon. "There's nothing of value aboard her and you know it."
"Oh, but I can," Nikki warned her, purposely hardening her expression in reminder of what she was and what she was capable of. "And when I raid a ship and don't find anything I want, I've been known to put it to the torch." She hadn't really, despite the rumors, but her prisoner didn't know that.
Helen froze, shaking her head uncertainly, unable to believe that anyone could be so cold-blooded. "You wouldn't," she whispered, her tone edged with pleading.
Wade's expression remained perfectly bland, giving nothing away. "Are you willing to bet their lives on that?"
"Damn you," Helen exhaled. She couldn't get those men killed, not on her behalf. It wasn't worth it.
"Yes," Nikki agreed and advanced on her in a heartbeat.
Helen backed away and was soon pinned between the wall and the pirate's lanky figure. She swallowed hard, staring up at the taller woman through wide eyes, taking in the intensity of her gaze, the power in her body, hardened as it was by work and combat, the relentless set of her mouth. Only the flutter of black hair softened her face as dark eyes held Helen prisoner, unwilling to let her look away.
Tapered, well-made fingers rose to slide over Helen's face, tracing the planes of her face with featherlight strokes. She jumped, startled by the subtle nature of the caress, unable to deny the cool rush of pleasure that followed the pirate queen's fingers as they moved over her skin. Those graceful hands slid down, outlining the graceful arch of her throat, then slipped under the gaping band collar of the blouse, the slow caresses sending unwanted bolts of sensation through Helen. A smile touched the captain's mouth, softening her features and making her look younger. Still smiling, she turned her hands suddenly, gripping the fine linen and tore, splitting the fabric down the center with a loud rip.
Helen instinctively started to cross her arms across her chest, but the pirate captain caught her wrists, forcing them aside as she stared at the pale strip of flesh made visible by the open front of the shirt.
"No," Nikki commanded. She stepped forward until they were pressed breast to breast, then lifted Helen's hands, placing them around her neck. "Hold on," she instructed, her voice throbbing with hedonistic promise.
Against her will, Helen did as told, threading her fingers into the silky hair at the nape of her captor's neck, clinging to her despite her best intentions. She knew she should let go and fight, but the other woman's intensity held her prisoner as firmly as chains would have. She shuddered lightly as the other woman carefully spread the tattered edges of her blouse.
The first thing the pirate did was brush a tender kiss over the small injury on her shoulder, laving away the small spatter of drying blood. "I'm sorry I hurt you," she exhaled, genuine regret thickening her voice. She trailed tapered fingers down the center of her prisoner's body, her touch incredibly light, contrasting with the brief moment of near violence. Helen's stomach muscles clenched and her breath caught as those exploring hands dropped steadily lower, but Wade shook her head, resting her fingers lightly over taut abdominal muscles. "Not yet," she whispered as though she'd read her prisoner's mind. Her hands parted, curving to slim hips, then downward to tighten on her thighs, dragging her forward until they were pressed pelvis to pelvis.
Helen gnawed on her lower lip, torn between fear and desire, then gasped sharply when her captor abruptly dropped her head to bury her face in the valley between full breasts. Trembling violently and dazed by the hard rush of pleasure evoked by the twin teases of her mouth and the feel of skin brushing against skin, Helen could only cling to taut shoulders, tiny shudders rippling through her. Soft lips ranged over her breasts, tasting and caressing before opening over a sharp peak. Nikki let her feel the edge of her teeth, then curled her tongue around a swollen nipple, lashing at tightly puckered flesh. Unable to resist the rush of thick heat, Helen's head fell back against the wall with a soft thump, and she gasped for air, chest heaving with the need for oxygen.
Her chin still pressed against her prisoner's breastbone, Nikki looked up at her through heavy lidded eyes. "You like that," she whispered triumphantly.
"Damn you," Helen gasped, but her tone lacked conviction.
Nikki redoubled her hold on slim thighs as she slid lower, kissing her way hungrily over perfect curves. She tasted the rises and hollows of her ribcage, then slid to her knees to mouth the warm flesh stretched taut over Helen's stomach. "Your skin's so soft," she groaned against her abdomen, then purposely dragged her tongue over sensitive muscles, feeling them jump and quiver in response. "And it only gets softer, I'll wager," she breathed.
Helen's head tipped back on her shoulders, thumping into the wall again, while her fingers tightened in sun-bleached hair. Her whole body was throbbing with sensation and she couldn't think straight to resist the beautiful pirate captain's siren's song.
Nikki tilted her head up, staring at the fine cut of her prisoner's features, twisted in passion. "Look at me," she commanded.
Helen tipped her chin down, staring at her through glazed eyes. Primitive lust arced between them with unstoppable force. Pirate, kidnapper, whatever she was, Helen wanted her.
Nikki pushed to her feet and slowly straightened until she stood at her full height, peering down into her prisoner's fathomless eyes. She tightened her hold on slim hips once again, pulling Helen hard against her body. "Say my name," she ordered huskily.
"Nikki," Helen breathed.
"Helen." Nikki nipped her prisoner's lower lip, then darted her tongue out to soothe the slight injury. "Mine," she panted possessively. She feathered kisses along the curve of Helen's jaw, then down her throat as she peeled the loose shirt away from slim shoulders and tossed it aside. A moment later, Nikki peeled soft fabric cloth down over seal curve hips as she slid to her knees in front of her prisoner. "Perfect," she exhaled as she trailed gentle hands up sleek, well muscled calves and thighs. Needing more, she caught slender hands in her own and drew to her hair, smiling as gentle fingers stroked through the loose strands. Helen might not want this, but she felt it too, the pull between them irresistible. "My name," Nikki repeated her earlier command as she brushed a soft kiss onto a pale hip.
"Nikki," Helen repeated, her voice draining off into a low moan as the lips at her hip trailed along the cradle of her pelvis. The warm and wet caress ambled slowly over tender skin, teased soft hair, then pressed deep into even softer folds. Helen knew she should fight, push the other woman away, run, fight, do something other than just stand there and moan helplessly as her body throbbed in time with that exploring mouth, but she couldn't seem to make herself move. Then the pirate's sandpaper tongue flicked sharply, hitting sensitive nerve endings with unerring accuracy, she pushing the other woman away was the last thing on her mind.
Slim fingers clenched tightly on golden hair, a tiny whimper escaping Helen's lips as her hips rocked in time with the sharp, rhythmic strokes. No one and nothing in her life had prepared her for this. She was utterly lost as Nikki kept her perched on an erotic knife's edge of desire until her knees were close to buckling.
Chest pumping with her own effort to control the molten heat pulsating through her veins, Wade abruptly pushed to her feet, and swung her prisoner up and settled her on the thick mattress that dominated one corner of the room. She backed off momentarily to peel her shirt off, lamplight gilding tanned skin, highlighting the sharp rises and hollows of bone and sinew. She was built on a sleek line, her body smoothly muscled, feminine curves subtle but perfect, her every movement a thing of animal grace. Well aware of the dark eyes tracking her every movement, she returned to the bed, sitting down to fold one leg over the other and finish pulling off her boots, careless of showing her prisoner her back. Despite the battle up on deck, she was confident her little prisoner would never harm her.
Almost against her will,, Helen pushed into a sitting position, then reached out with a tentative hand to trail it along Nikki's shoulder, fascinated by the complex play of muscle as she moved
Startled by her light touch, Nikki glanced back. Helen instantly yanked her hand away, but the pirate shook her head. "Don't stop." She continued to watch while her prisoner reached out again, outlining the taut band of muscle that blended into her bicep. "Keep going," she encouraged, eyes gleaming with pleasure.
Helen fitted her fingers to Nikki's upper arm, trailing downward as she explored the subtle blend of bone and sinew, enjoying the texture of velvety skin and the ripple of taut muscle. When her fingers reached the backs of tapered fingers, Nikki turned palm up and caught Helen's wrist, lifting the delicate hand to her chest, her breath catching as slender fingers shaped themselves to sensitive curves. A moment later, the caress was repeated on her other arm, and ended exactly the same way.
Heart pounding in her chest, Helen couldn't resist the temptation to let her hands play over firm flesh, shivering in response to the low groans and tightening flesh her every touch seemed to draw forth. Thoroughly enjoying the erotic play, Nikki leaned her head back against warm breasts while Helen shuddered gently at the erotic brush of feathery hair against her skin. Feeling the soft shiver, Nikki purposely shook her head, knowing the soft strands would tease her prisoner's breasts. A moan reached her ears right on cue, then Helen rested her chin on her captor's shoulder, the shape of rounded breasts pressing into her back.
Nikki's mouth turned upward in a victorious smile. No, Helen definitely couldn't resist any better than she could.
Nikki's second boot clumped to the deck a moment later and she leaned back again, brushing her fingertips against the backs of delicate hands, guiding them to explore her breasts and belly. No longer resistant, her prisoner instead teased and investigated with greedy abandon, glorying in the texture and coiled power that lay just beneath the surface of velvety skin. Helen continued the sensual play until Nikki tried to press her hands lower. Tapered fingers encountered the pirate's waistband and she abruptly froze.
"Go on," Nikki ordered quietly.
Helen didn't move. "What am I doing?" she whispered huskily as it all swept over her. She had no business here, giving herself to this brigand. She might not be able to stop something from happening, but she could damn well show some self control and not aid in her ravishing.. She tried to pull her hands free, but her captor wouldn't let go. "I shouldn't be--"
"Shouldn't be what?" the pirate interrupted raggedly, frustration with the sudden denial driving her to lash out. "Naked with a pirate, about to be well and truly fu--"
"Don't," Helen hissed sharply and tried to yank her hands away.
The captain still didn't release her hold, just forced her hands inexorably to her chest until soft hands were pressed against the curve of her breasts. Nikki's eyes slid closed and she shuddered violently. "Feel how swollen they are?" she husked, her voice a ragged whisper of itself. Then she forced the hands imprisoned in her grip downward, whimpering as they brushed the front of her pants. "And that heat? It's because of you," she groaned low in her throat. Suddenly she released slender wrists and twisted, grabbing her prisoner by the upper arms as she used her weight to bear her back into the mattress. Stretched over the smaller woman, she eased down until they were molded together from thigh to shoulder, then braced her hands on either side of her prisoner's shoulders, muscles flexing as she moved slowly, intimate flesh separated only by a thin layer of fabric.
The message was clear. She would not be denied.
Helen gasped, unable to help a low moan of pleasure, the full press of the pirate's body against her own stimulating already excited nerve endings almost beyond belief. "What do you want?" she panted, unable to resist the urge to slide a hand up into sun-kissed hair, the silky texture incredibly erotic.
Nikki laughed softly. "I thought that was obvious," she murmured and ducked her head to taste the hollow at the base of Helen's throat.
"You know what I mean," the smaller woman groaned.
Nikki pushed up on her hands to stare down at flushed features. "What do I want?" she exhaled. She leaned down to taste the sharp point of one nipple, then ranged on, delivering soft nips and kisses as she continued to answer the question. "Everything.... I want ... nothing less than your total submission... I want every inch of you..." She straightened again, staring down at her captive with hungry passion. "Give yourself to me," she whispered in voice that was half plea, half command.
Helen shook her head unsteadily, wanting desperately, yet held back by all the clinging inhibitions. "I can't," she groaned. "Please don't...."
Brown eyes glittered wildly. The pirate had missed a few targets in her life, but none that mattered and she'd be damned if she'd lose this one. Her little captive was aroused and aching, but the bonds of society still held her back. Time to break those in favor of a different kind of bond. "All right," she whispered after a long beat, "I'll stop...." She smiled at the shock she saw in dark eyes. "Provided you pass a little test."
Surprise shifted to confusion. "What kind of...." The question melded into a low groan as slender fingers dropped low on her body, taking command of intimate flesh. Helen pushed upright, shoving at Nikki's arm. If she could just stop that agile hand and its wicked torments, maybe-
Before she could do more than offer the briefest resistance, Helen found herself borne back to the sheets, her hands forced up, wrists caught up in her shirt. Pulling the overlong sleeves loose, Nikki wrapped them around slim wrists, an impromptu restraint to contain her captive's efforts. "Shhh," she breathed near Helen's ear. "Stop fighting. I told you, I'll stop...all you have to do is ask me to."
"I'm asking you now," Helen panted.
A soft, wry laugh filled the air. "It doesn't count unless you pass a small test," she drawled, then pushed back. A hand curved to the back of Helen's left knee, pulling it up, folding her leg and opening up soft flesh.
Pass a test? She had to be kidding. "Please don't...." the captive woman begged, her body throbbing in ways that made it hard to remember anything except feel of soft lips and a rough tongue on the newly revealed flesh. How could she fight that kind of pleasure?
As if reading her mind, Nikki chuckled softly. "You seemed to like it well enough before."
"I-" the planned denial turned into a sharp gasp and a low groan as the pirate tired of the game and ducked her head, mouth finding silky flesh. Helen bucked, trying to snap her thighs together, but strong hands forced them wider, opening her up to the mouth that laid claim, the tongue that slipped and swirled, teeth that rubbed lightly.
"Oh, god," the fine lady gasped as her head slammed back into the pillows and her body bucked so violently that strong hands tightened their grip, pinning them down to make way for caresses that deepened and gained momentum.
And then suddenly it all stopped. Whimpering low in her throat, Helen arched and tried to regain the sweet caresses, but hands that had been holding her in place for pleasure pinned her hips down, keeping her just out of reach of the body that skimmed up over hers.
"Just tell me to stop," the pirate captain's voice slid through Helen, then she tasted herself on the soft lips that fluttered tiny kisses around her mouth. "Just one word," Nikki taunted, arm muscles flexing with the strength required to keep rolling hips pinned in place. "Just say it...and I'll leave you like this."
Helen wanted to, intended to, but when she opened her mouth to deny the other woman, all the came out was, "I can't." This time when her hips rose in desperate search of contact, Nikki didn't hold her back, bu t instead sank down into, grinding her pelvis into her captive's most intimate flesh.
A raw, desperate groan, a trickle of sweat, the pulsing of oversensitive nerve endings.
"Ohgodplease," Helen groaned, turning the syllables into one, long, drawn out moan of a word.
Nikki pushed back just long enough to peel off the last of her clothes, even that brief loss of heat and tactile pleasure stark enough to make her lover writhe and beg for her return. "Soon," she promised as she came back down, but held herself back slightly, allowing only the lightest of brushing contact between their bodies.
Fighting the bonds holding her back, Helen arched her upper body and twisted her wrists inside their linen prison, struggling not so much to escape as to explore the soft flesh pressed against her own.
"You want more, don't you?" Nikki whispered, tracing her hand up the length of her captive's torso, then her shoulder, stroking the rise of her clavicle, then following taut cords up the length of her throat.
"Yes," Helen admitted, her resistance completely shattered. Whatever she should or shouldn't feel, the reality was she wanted this more than anything in her life.
Smiling in triumph, Nikki ran her fingers over Helen's cheeks, then outlined her lips with the pad of her thumb. A delicate pink tongue darted out to taste her skin, circling around, then drew Nikki's thumb into the warm confines of her mouth. Sharp teeth nipped as Helen sucked gently, stroking slowly with her tongue, the only outlet left to her to express her own desires.
It was Nikki's turn to groan softly, erotic tension coiling in the pit of her belly. Corded muscles standing in prominent relief against the slender column of her throat, the pirate buried her face in the curve of her prisoner's shoulder and went perfectly still except for the tiny shudders that rattled her lean frame. A long moment passed, then she pushed up on one elbow, her expression hawkishly intent as she stared down into coffee green eyes. No words were spoken as she trailed a long, fine-boned hand down and between their bodies.
Unable to escape, Helen clawed her hands into the linen binding her wrists as strong fingers cupped intimate flesh, slowly rolling and pressuring in ways guaranteed to make her pulse race and skin bead with sweat. Then a single finger slid into velvety folds, stroking slowly, drawing out the slow motion caresses, making her hips rise and roll in response.
"Time for more," Nikki breathed, her voice a ragged growl as she pressed her hand deeper into a rotating thrust meant to caress and invade at the same time.
Helen groaned deep in her throat, eyes snapping shut as she was entered. She took two fingers on the first thrust, three on the second, a tiny whimper escaping her lips as her body welcomed the much-desired invasion. Pleasure danced along every aroused nerve ending and she arched against the pirate, desperate for more.
Then suddenly Nikki reached up with her free hand, tearing Helen's hands loose from their improvised prison. "Touch me," she groaned, amazed to find herself begging when she'd never done that before. With other lovers, she'd always been in control, but this woman....
God, this woman.... Nikki whimpered as newly-freed hands slid down her body, finding and stroking every erogenous zone -- and probably creating a few new ones -- on the way to slipping into the needy heat throbbing so violently. She whimpered again, shuddering violently in response to the first tentative caresses. "More," she whispered, then covered soft lips with her own, the demanding stroke of her tongue matching the rhythm of her fingers and drawing her lover into the accelerating tempo.
Their lovemaking seemed to go on for hours, always perched at the very edge of desire without going over. Nikki was aggressive, but tender, demanding everything Helen had to give, and giving every bit as much of herself. They were wildly physical. Driven by Nikki's soft commands, they were always moving, hunting for something more, another erogenous zone, another position, anything that could drive the mind blowing pleasure to sweeter heights.
Nikki arched over Helen's slender back, one hand braced on the mattress, the other wrapped around her body, fingers driving inside as she thrust against the firm thigh riding against her sex. They were both breathing hard, their sweat commingling on the wet slick surface of their skin.
"Please," Helen begged, fingers clawing into the sheets. Nikki ran her teeth down the back of her neck and along the curve of her shoulderblade, the cool sharp edges contrasting with the warmth and softness of her lips.
Nikki lifted her hand from the mattress, trusting her lover to support them both as she worked her fingers into damp, auburn hair, tugging Helen's head back and around until their lips met in a hungry kiss. "Now," she commanded against the warmth of her captive's mouth. "Come for me, now."
It was as though the softly uttered words loosed a pent up damn of passion. Helen's head rocked back and a low, keening cry was torn from her throat as ecstasy broke across her. In an instant, she was aware of everything, the room around her, the body of the woman joined so intimately with hers, the exploding rush of raw pleasure, the...
Helen awoke with a sudden start. Gasping for air, she sat up in her makeshift bed, momentarily confused as she stared around the darkened interior of her office. She was breathing hard, her heart pounding as though she'd run a mile, and her skin was damp with perspiration. She glanced around herself, vaguely confused for a long moment.
A dream. The whole thing had been nothing, but a dream. She flopped back down, folding an arm over her face.
But, what a dream.
She was still almost painfully aroused.
Nikki as a pirate, rough and demanding, kidnapping her and dragging every available ounce of sexual response from her trembling form while she begged for every bit of it. That'd be the day. She wasn't the sort of woman who liked that sort of game. One politically incorrect dream did not a bustier-wearing bottom make.
Climbing to her feet, she stepped out into the silent offices, empty for the night, and stumbled into the small bathroom at the end of the hallway. Flicking on the lights, she peered at her reflection in the mirror. "You are not some simpering little fool waiting to be carried off for a night of ravishing," she reminded herself. "You are an independent, hard-nosed, in charge woman in a position of power and responsibility."
The admonitions weren't working. She only had to think about Nikki in the flowing shirt and high boots, commanding her to her bed, and she was shaky legged and throbbing.
With a grumbled curse, she dunked her head under the spigot and flipped it on, pouring cool water across the back of her neck and into her hair. When she straightened, she worked her hair away from her face. Her life was already complicated enough. She didn't her fantasies making it all even more complicated. Tomorrow -- she decided -- tomorrow, she'd remind Nikki that they had no business playing such dangerous games. They needed to be careful.
Several key portions of Helen's anatomy made their protest of denial known.
She glanced at the computer terminal in her quarters. Might as well get some work done. It was going to be a long night.
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Title: Pirate's Pleasure: Mark II
Author: Pink Rabbit Productions
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Nikki/Helen
Part: 2
Disclaimer: Avast ye lubbers, sex ho...all female sex, in fact, though no hoes involved...so if ye be offended, underaged, or likely to get anybody arrested, keep on yer way, ye scurvy dog.
Author's Note: As mentioned above, this was originally a Stargate story (also on the blog), hence the Mark II in the title. I originally had zero plan to do this, however, my gf is a hardcore BGs fan, and keeps wishing I would write Bad Girls fiction, and basically hinted she'd be doing some global replaces on this story for that purpose. Soooo, I opted to write her a bit of a Valentine's Day present. I wasn't originally going to post it, but as it came out more different than I originally expected (though mostly still the same), and she encouraged me to do so, I thought some folks might find it fun. That said, because of assorted elements, it doesn't really fit into the actual Bad Girls' canon. I know that. I can't fix it, so I tried to just keep things internally reasonably consistent. I can only do my best to make the characters fit, and hope that any readers will overlook that fact.
Pirate's Pleasure: Mark II- Part 2
In her cabin, Helen Stewart could hear the sounds of activity overhead, the clatter of boots on the deck, the panicked call of voices, and the rustle of luffing sails. She didn't wait to see if the pirate ship would overtake the merchant vessel. It seemed obvious it would because t.
She quickly loosed the stays on her gown, slipping it down off her shoulders to let it fall to a puddle at her feet. Petticoats and the much-hated corset soon followed, then her light, linen shift. Nude, she quickly dug through her luggage to retrieve the men's clothes she'd worn when her brother, Jack, was teaching her to fence. The romeo shirt was voluminous on her slender figure, but the soft, fawn knickers fit like a second skin. She'd worn leather soled shoes in his tiled studio, but the deck above would likely be slick with blood and water. The shoes she had with her were too likely to slip under those conditions. She opted to go barefoot, rather than risk a slip at a bad moment. A heavy cloak over the top would conceal her costume until she needed the freedom it offered.
Lastly, she lifted the long wooden sword case from her things, staring at it momentarily before flicking the latches open. The rapier inside was beautifully made. An intricate guard curved over the wire wrapped surface of the hilt, and the razor sharp edges of the blade glinted even in the dull candlelit interior of her cabin. A pair of black, kid gloves lay folded in one end of the box and she carefully tugged them on before lifting the weapon. It was light and exquisitely balanced. It ought to be, Thomas had paid a fortune for it.
Overhead, there was a series of heavy, clanking thumps, followed by an army's worth of footsteps.
Helen's heart lurched with tension.
They'd been boarded.
She waited, expecting to hear sounds of combat, and was surprised when they didn't come. Had the captain surrendered without even a token attempt at resistance? She was still standing there several minutes later when someone knocked on her door. Uncertain what to do, she froze.
A man's deep voice, muffled by the door, reached her ears. "If you do not open the door, I will be forced to break it down."
Squaring her shoulders, Helen flipped the cloak around herself, hiding the sword within the confines of the heavy fabric, then clicked the latch and opened the door.
The young man standing in the corridor was apparently one of the pirates, though he seemed mild enough and made no effort to bring the weapon he carried to bear. He peered at her for a long moment, his head tipping to one side, then exhaled a heavy sigh.
"What?" she exhaled nervously.
He shrugged. "You aren't what I was 'oping for."
Not looking too closely at that explanation, Helen stepped around him, careful to keep the sword positioned so that it couldn't accidentally brush him.
She stiffened as she stepped on deck.
The scrawny, short-handed crew of the merchant ship stood on one side of the deck, their only weapons a few, poorly-made swords and whatever pieces of equipment they could find on the ship that might serve. To a man, their expressions were ones of stark terror.
On the other side of the deck stood the pirate crew, burly, well armed, and confident of their ability to win any fight.
Between the two groups the captain of the merchant stood beside a tall, lean woman with short, chestnut hair and a sailor's tan. A wicked smile twisted her sensual mouth as she laid eyes on Helen. "You're everything I'd hoped for, Madame ... and more," she said appreciatively.
Helen's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Do I know you?"
The pirate shrugged one shoulder, her eyes gleaming with hunger. "Not yet, but you will," she pronounced confidently.
Helen glared at the woman with regal disdain. "Explain yourself."
She tipped an imaginary hat. "Nicola Wade, captain of the Circe, at your service. I find I have a desire for your company." A confident grin curved her lips, sensual hunger obvious in her eyes. There was no doubt in anyone's eyes just what she wanted.
"I see," Helen exhaled.
Captain McAllister stepped forward, seeming hopelessly young and small next to the pirate queen. "My crew and I will defend you to the death, your Ladyship." He flashed an angry glare at pirate. "You were rumored to have been a good woman once upon a time. Do this and you're no better than Fenner," he chastised, hoping to shame the woman into a different course.
"Oh, I'm a great deal better," Wade disagreed, her tone putting a suggestive spin on the words. She shrugged, but her eyes never left the auburn-haired figure standing several feet away, her gaze flicking back and forth between his crew and the merchant crew. "They don't stand a chance," she informed her prisoner of what she already knew in a low, oddly soothing voice. "You can prevent that bloodbath." She reached a hand out to the smaller woman. "All you have to do is come with me."
Helen stared at he frightened faces of the crewmen poised to fight, and she shook her head as her gaze returned clash with the pirate's. "I won't see any man's blood spilled to protect my virtue."
Nikki nodded in appreciation. "Good." She flexed long fingers to urge her forward. "Come along then."
"Damn you," McAllister hissed, helpless to do anything without getting his crew killed.
Wade shrugged. "I was damned long ago, Captain," she said agreeably. "Just ask Stubblefield." He'd made her into this when he'd sided with slime like Fenner and forced her on the run. Now she made her own rules, and did what she needed to survive. And she needed the woman in front of her like she needed air to breathe. The woman still hadn't moved, so Nikki stepped forward, ready to reach for her.
Helen danced back a pace, running into Nikki's first officer where he still stood behind her. "That doesn't mean I intend to come with you," she snarled.
Wade's brows rose, her expression politely curious. She gestured to their surroundings. "If you don't intend letting them fight, then how do you plan to avoid going with me?"
Josh was ready to grab the woman if she tried to run, but he was relieved of that task when the captain waved him away. Just as well. He really wasn't the sort to do that kind of thing.
Nikki gestured her prey closer. When she didn't immediately move, she sighed softly. "You have my word, I won't use force ... at least not until I've heard you out."
Careful to keep the front of the cloak closed, Helen drew nearer. "I offer a wager, Captain. If I win, this ship and my person both go free."
"And if I win?" the pirate captain demanded huskily.
"I go with you."
Nikki shook her head. "You'll do that either way...no, I want your promise that you'll come to my bed ... willingly." She paced around behind the smaller woman, her voice dropping too low for anyone else to hear. "Naked, warm, and ready for pleasure."
Against her will, Helen's breathing roughened with unwanted excitement. She glanced back up to find the lanky brunette, studying her carefully. She was beautiful to be certain, but there was also something fiercely charismatic about her that had more to do with the mind behind the eyes than the body behind the sword.
"What's your name?" the pirate queen whispered as she reached out to brush a finger over a stray curl of auburn hair.
"Helen Stewart," she answered, unable to resist the soft note of command in the other woman's voice. "And I'll take the bet." She knew her own skills and was certain she could win. The other woman was taller and doubtless stronger, but it was unlikely that she'd had any real training with the sword, and she'd be expecting to face an opponent with no skill whatsoever. If she struck quickly enough, she had a good chance.
Wade's eyes glinted triumphantly. "Good," she whispered, convinced she could best her captive at any contest she might choose. She backed away a step, grinning as she questioned. "So, what's the game to be...canasta, chess...checkers," she allowed in deference to Helen Stewart's obvious station as a lady of good breeding.
Helen's eyes narrowed dangerously. She was going to enjoy carving Nikki Wade's arrogant heart from her chest. "No," she said softly. "Swords." She slung her cloak off and swung her weapon for the taller woman's chest in the same motion.
Nikki yelped and leapt backward in time to avoid the deadly arc of the blade. Scrambling, she quickly regained her balance, then barely ducked another swing. She'd come aboard without her weapons to avoid frightening the lady, and now she was on the verge of getting skewered while her crew looked on, too busy admiring the cut of the prisoner's jib to offer any help. Of course, if she hadn't been so busy trying to stay alive, Nikki would have joined them.
"Captain!" McAllister shouted and tossed his own weapon her direction. Wade caught it by the hilt in time to block the next thrust just before it made contact, then used raw strength to push her captive back several steps.
Helen backed off to regroup, glaring at the pirate as the brunette straightened herself and returned the angry glare with a gently chiding smile.
"Now, my dear," Nikki scolded, breathing hard despite her seeming nonchalance. "This really isn't a good idea." She used her own weapon to gesture to the epée in her prisoner's hand. "You could get hurt with one of those."
"So could you," Helen snarled with deadly intensity, resisting the charming smile directed her way with fierce determination.
An appreciative murmur went up among the pirate crew, and Nikki flashed a warning look their way to silence the sentiment. She turned her attention back to the other woman. Her stance was good, her manner confident.
"Mayhaps you should finish taming the wench, Captain," one of her men called out, "then put the hilt of your sword to better use." The other men laughed along with the crude joke, "since you lack the sort of sword she really needs."
"Shut up!" Nikki snapped angrily, cutting off the men's roars of laughter, before addressing his quarry again. "I have no desire to harm you."
"That's funny," Helen shot back, an embarrassed flush crawling over her cheekbones, "hurting you gives me no qualms whatsoever."
"The terms of victory?" the pirate captain demanded, careful not to give the other woman any openings to attack, but wanting this silliness over as quickly as possible.
"To the death," Helen growled.
"I can see why you would like that one, but..." Wade shrugged suggestively, "it would substantially reduce the value of my prize."
"If you're so confident you'll win, why worry about it?" Helen hissed and lunged again.
Nikki blocked the move, skillfully. The other woman was good. Very good, but she wasn't likely to win. She'd been taught to fence, while Nikki knew how to fight. Contrary to what most people thought, the two were very different.
The combatants circled each other, so focused they forgot about the watching crews. Nikki tested her prisoner's skills, pressing her back with her sword without ever releasing the full power behind her weapon. Their blades locked again and she leaned into the space between them. "Victory comes with first blood," she offered. "Otherwise I'll simply have my men overwhelm you. You're likely to walk away with some bruises ... and unfortunately," her lip curled with distaste, "they aren't likely to miss a chance to enjoy a brief taste of what they'll never have ... but no one will die ... and I won't have any deaths for this. Your choice."
Breathing hard from the strain of the fight, Helen only nodded.
"Good," Nikki whispered, then released a dizzying flurry of blows that forced Helen back without ever coming close to touching flesh.
Helen stumbled and fell hard against the door to the lower decks. She saw her opponent fling her weapon away and tried to bring her own up between them, but the taller woman wrapped strong fingers around her hand, forcing it back against the door as she closed the distance between them. They were both gasping and flush with exertion. Helen's eyes were drawn upward to implacable features as the pirate pressed close, molding their bodies together until she could feel every rise and hollow of smooth curves and hard muscle.
"You lose," Nikki Wade breathed, then her lips came down to claim Helen's with hungry passion. She invaded her prisoner's mouth with hungry strokes, giving her no chance to refuse as she tasted, and explored the warm depths.
Helen tried to drive her free hand into the taller woman's stomach, but the pirate blocked the blow, knocking Helen's hand aside.
"Damn," Nikki gasped and jerked her head back. "You've lost, accept it," she ground out, totally focused on the woman pressed so firmly against the length of her body.
Helen shook her head. "The rules said first blood. You haven't managed that."
"Dammit, woman," Nikki snarled in frustration. "I don't want your blood."
"But I damn well want yours." Helen lunged wildly in an effort to free herself and get her sword between them.
Nikki responded by slamming Helen into the door at her back hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. Cursing softly, she realized the smaller woman wouldn't accept her victory until she was forced to. Arms and shoulders flexing with controlled power, she dragged the hand trapped in her own up and away from the door, controlling the other woman's weapon with raw strength.
Despite her best efforts, Helen couldn't break the imprisoning hold, or even slow the measured progress as the pirate forced the weapon between them. Under the brunette's control, the blade just barely nicked her left shoulder, cutting through the gauzy fabric of her shirt, and drawing a single bead of crimson.
"First blood," Nikki growled, then stripped the weapon from her hold and flung it aside. She cupped her prisoner's jaw in one hand, forcing her head up. "I'm your mistress now," she panted, then claimed her mouth again, the kiss perversely gentle after the rough battle. When the kiss broke, she slung the smaller woman over one shoulder, careless of her struggles, as she flung the command over her shoulder. "Josh, see to casting off. You have the helm. And bring the lady's sword. It's a fine weapon, and I've earned that as well."
Helen fought her captor, but the pirate was too strong, her long frame surprisingly muscled under the softness of her curves. She hurried across the gangplank, her voice hard when Helen's struggles risked sending them both into the water. "Careful ... unless you can swim." The threat was obvious, forcing the lady to quiet until they were safely on the deck on the other side when she promptly began struggling again. "Well, at least you're reliable," the pirate queen muttered under her breath, tightening her hold as she hurried across the deck, well aware of the envious way her crew's eyes followed them. Moments later, she stepped into her cabin and kicked the door shut in her wake. Grinning, she dropped her prisoner's feet to the deck.
Helen stumbled away from her captor, snarling every curse word she could think of. For a lady of her station, it was a surprisingly vast collection.
Nikki's brows rose. "Impressive," she allowed, eyeing the soft curves revealed in the open vee of her prisoner's blouse, definitely admiring the view, "but don't you think you should honor your wager. You did lose the fight, after all."
"Go to hell!" Helen spat, almost as furious over losing the fight as she was about the pirate's intentions.
Nikki tipped her head to one side, appearing to consider the command. "And here, I thought you were a woman of your word."
"Would you have left if I drew first blood?" Helen demanded.
Nikki laughed and shook her head. "No, but then I'm a pirate. We're supposed to cheat. You're a lady. Your word should be as good as gold."
"Go to hell," her prisoner repeated.
Nikki tore her gaze away from the sight of heaving breasts to meet her prisoner's slashing gaze. "You already said that," she reminded her helpfully. "However, I feel the need to point out that if all bets are off, then I'll feel duty bound to finish what I started aboard the merchant ship." As threats went, it wasn't even subtle.
"You can't," Helen insisted instantly, unintentionally giving her captor a weapon. "There's nothing of value aboard her and you know it."
"Oh, but I can," Nikki warned her, purposely hardening her expression in reminder of what she was and what she was capable of. "And when I raid a ship and don't find anything I want, I've been known to put it to the torch." She hadn't really, despite the rumors, but her prisoner didn't know that.
Helen froze, shaking her head uncertainly, unable to believe that anyone could be so cold-blooded. "You wouldn't," she whispered, her tone edged with pleading.
Wade's expression remained perfectly bland, giving nothing away. "Are you willing to bet their lives on that?"
"Damn you," Helen exhaled. She couldn't get those men killed, not on her behalf. It wasn't worth it.
"Yes," Nikki agreed and advanced on her in a heartbeat.
Helen backed away and was soon pinned between the wall and the pirate's lanky figure. She swallowed hard, staring up at the taller woman through wide eyes, taking in the intensity of her gaze, the power in her body, hardened as it was by work and combat, the relentless set of her mouth. Only the flutter of black hair softened her face as dark eyes held Helen prisoner, unwilling to let her look away.
Tapered, well-made fingers rose to slide over Helen's face, tracing the planes of her face with featherlight strokes. She jumped, startled by the subtle nature of the caress, unable to deny the cool rush of pleasure that followed the pirate queen's fingers as they moved over her skin. Those graceful hands slid down, outlining the graceful arch of her throat, then slipped under the gaping band collar of the blouse, the slow caresses sending unwanted bolts of sensation through Helen. A smile touched the captain's mouth, softening her features and making her look younger. Still smiling, she turned her hands suddenly, gripping the fine linen and tore, splitting the fabric down the center with a loud rip.
Helen instinctively started to cross her arms across her chest, but the pirate captain caught her wrists, forcing them aside as she stared at the pale strip of flesh made visible by the open front of the shirt.
"No," Nikki commanded. She stepped forward until they were pressed breast to breast, then lifted Helen's hands, placing them around her neck. "Hold on," she instructed, her voice throbbing with hedonistic promise.
Against her will, Helen did as told, threading her fingers into the silky hair at the nape of her captor's neck, clinging to her despite her best intentions. She knew she should let go and fight, but the other woman's intensity held her prisoner as firmly as chains would have. She shuddered lightly as the other woman carefully spread the tattered edges of her blouse.
The first thing the pirate did was brush a tender kiss over the small injury on her shoulder, laving away the small spatter of drying blood. "I'm sorry I hurt you," she exhaled, genuine regret thickening her voice. She trailed tapered fingers down the center of her prisoner's body, her touch incredibly light, contrasting with the brief moment of near violence. Helen's stomach muscles clenched and her breath caught as those exploring hands dropped steadily lower, but Wade shook her head, resting her fingers lightly over taut abdominal muscles. "Not yet," she whispered as though she'd read her prisoner's mind. Her hands parted, curving to slim hips, then downward to tighten on her thighs, dragging her forward until they were pressed pelvis to pelvis.
Helen gnawed on her lower lip, torn between fear and desire, then gasped sharply when her captor abruptly dropped her head to bury her face in the valley between full breasts. Trembling violently and dazed by the hard rush of pleasure evoked by the twin teases of her mouth and the feel of skin brushing against skin, Helen could only cling to taut shoulders, tiny shudders rippling through her. Soft lips ranged over her breasts, tasting and caressing before opening over a sharp peak. Nikki let her feel the edge of her teeth, then curled her tongue around a swollen nipple, lashing at tightly puckered flesh. Unable to resist the rush of thick heat, Helen's head fell back against the wall with a soft thump, and she gasped for air, chest heaving with the need for oxygen.
Her chin still pressed against her prisoner's breastbone, Nikki looked up at her through heavy lidded eyes. "You like that," she whispered triumphantly.
"Damn you," Helen gasped, but her tone lacked conviction.
Nikki redoubled her hold on slim thighs as she slid lower, kissing her way hungrily over perfect curves. She tasted the rises and hollows of her ribcage, then slid to her knees to mouth the warm flesh stretched taut over Helen's stomach. "Your skin's so soft," she groaned against her abdomen, then purposely dragged her tongue over sensitive muscles, feeling them jump and quiver in response. "And it only gets softer, I'll wager," she breathed.
Helen's head tipped back on her shoulders, thumping into the wall again, while her fingers tightened in sun-bleached hair. Her whole body was throbbing with sensation and she couldn't think straight to resist the beautiful pirate captain's siren's song.
Nikki tilted her head up, staring at the fine cut of her prisoner's features, twisted in passion. "Look at me," she commanded.
Helen tipped her chin down, staring at her through glazed eyes. Primitive lust arced between them with unstoppable force. Pirate, kidnapper, whatever she was, Helen wanted her.
Nikki pushed to her feet and slowly straightened until she stood at her full height, peering down into her prisoner's fathomless eyes. She tightened her hold on slim hips once again, pulling Helen hard against her body. "Say my name," she ordered huskily.
"Nikki," Helen breathed.
"Helen." Nikki nipped her prisoner's lower lip, then darted her tongue out to soothe the slight injury. "Mine," she panted possessively. She feathered kisses along the curve of Helen's jaw, then down her throat as she peeled the loose shirt away from slim shoulders and tossed it aside. A moment later, Nikki peeled soft fabric cloth down over seal curve hips as she slid to her knees in front of her prisoner. "Perfect," she exhaled as she trailed gentle hands up sleek, well muscled calves and thighs. Needing more, she caught slender hands in her own and drew to her hair, smiling as gentle fingers stroked through the loose strands. Helen might not want this, but she felt it too, the pull between them irresistible. "My name," Nikki repeated her earlier command as she brushed a soft kiss onto a pale hip.
"Nikki," Helen repeated, her voice draining off into a low moan as the lips at her hip trailed along the cradle of her pelvis. The warm and wet caress ambled slowly over tender skin, teased soft hair, then pressed deep into even softer folds. Helen knew she should fight, push the other woman away, run, fight, do something other than just stand there and moan helplessly as her body throbbed in time with that exploring mouth, but she couldn't seem to make herself move. Then the pirate's sandpaper tongue flicked sharply, hitting sensitive nerve endings with unerring accuracy, she pushing the other woman away was the last thing on her mind.
Slim fingers clenched tightly on golden hair, a tiny whimper escaping Helen's lips as her hips rocked in time with the sharp, rhythmic strokes. No one and nothing in her life had prepared her for this. She was utterly lost as Nikki kept her perched on an erotic knife's edge of desire until her knees were close to buckling.
Chest pumping with her own effort to control the molten heat pulsating through her veins, Wade abruptly pushed to her feet, and swung her prisoner up and settled her on the thick mattress that dominated one corner of the room. She backed off momentarily to peel her shirt off, lamplight gilding tanned skin, highlighting the sharp rises and hollows of bone and sinew. She was built on a sleek line, her body smoothly muscled, feminine curves subtle but perfect, her every movement a thing of animal grace. Well aware of the dark eyes tracking her every movement, she returned to the bed, sitting down to fold one leg over the other and finish pulling off her boots, careless of showing her prisoner her back. Despite the battle up on deck, she was confident her little prisoner would never harm her.
Almost against her will,, Helen pushed into a sitting position, then reached out with a tentative hand to trail it along Nikki's shoulder, fascinated by the complex play of muscle as she moved
Startled by her light touch, Nikki glanced back. Helen instantly yanked her hand away, but the pirate shook her head. "Don't stop." She continued to watch while her prisoner reached out again, outlining the taut band of muscle that blended into her bicep. "Keep going," she encouraged, eyes gleaming with pleasure.
Helen fitted her fingers to Nikki's upper arm, trailing downward as she explored the subtle blend of bone and sinew, enjoying the texture of velvety skin and the ripple of taut muscle. When her fingers reached the backs of tapered fingers, Nikki turned palm up and caught Helen's wrist, lifting the delicate hand to her chest, her breath catching as slender fingers shaped themselves to sensitive curves. A moment later, the caress was repeated on her other arm, and ended exactly the same way.
Heart pounding in her chest, Helen couldn't resist the temptation to let her hands play over firm flesh, shivering in response to the low groans and tightening flesh her every touch seemed to draw forth. Thoroughly enjoying the erotic play, Nikki leaned her head back against warm breasts while Helen shuddered gently at the erotic brush of feathery hair against her skin. Feeling the soft shiver, Nikki purposely shook her head, knowing the soft strands would tease her prisoner's breasts. A moan reached her ears right on cue, then Helen rested her chin on her captor's shoulder, the shape of rounded breasts pressing into her back.
Nikki's mouth turned upward in a victorious smile. No, Helen definitely couldn't resist any better than she could.
Nikki's second boot clumped to the deck a moment later and she leaned back again, brushing her fingertips against the backs of delicate hands, guiding them to explore her breasts and belly. No longer resistant, her prisoner instead teased and investigated with greedy abandon, glorying in the texture and coiled power that lay just beneath the surface of velvety skin. Helen continued the sensual play until Nikki tried to press her hands lower. Tapered fingers encountered the pirate's waistband and she abruptly froze.
"Go on," Nikki ordered quietly.
Helen didn't move. "What am I doing?" she whispered huskily as it all swept over her. She had no business here, giving herself to this brigand. She might not be able to stop something from happening, but she could damn well show some self control and not aid in her ravishing.. She tried to pull her hands free, but her captor wouldn't let go. "I shouldn't be--"
"Shouldn't be what?" the pirate interrupted raggedly, frustration with the sudden denial driving her to lash out. "Naked with a pirate, about to be well and truly fu--"
"Don't," Helen hissed sharply and tried to yank her hands away.
The captain still didn't release her hold, just forced her hands inexorably to her chest until soft hands were pressed against the curve of her breasts. Nikki's eyes slid closed and she shuddered violently. "Feel how swollen they are?" she husked, her voice a ragged whisper of itself. Then she forced the hands imprisoned in her grip downward, whimpering as they brushed the front of her pants. "And that heat? It's because of you," she groaned low in her throat. Suddenly she released slender wrists and twisted, grabbing her prisoner by the upper arms as she used her weight to bear her back into the mattress. Stretched over the smaller woman, she eased down until they were molded together from thigh to shoulder, then braced her hands on either side of her prisoner's shoulders, muscles flexing as she moved slowly, intimate flesh separated only by a thin layer of fabric.
The message was clear. She would not be denied.
Helen gasped, unable to help a low moan of pleasure, the full press of the pirate's body against her own stimulating already excited nerve endings almost beyond belief. "What do you want?" she panted, unable to resist the urge to slide a hand up into sun-kissed hair, the silky texture incredibly erotic.
Nikki laughed softly. "I thought that was obvious," she murmured and ducked her head to taste the hollow at the base of Helen's throat.
"You know what I mean," the smaller woman groaned.
Nikki pushed up on her hands to stare down at flushed features. "What do I want?" she exhaled. She leaned down to taste the sharp point of one nipple, then ranged on, delivering soft nips and kisses as she continued to answer the question. "Everything.... I want ... nothing less than your total submission... I want every inch of you..." She straightened again, staring down at her captive with hungry passion. "Give yourself to me," she whispered in voice that was half plea, half command.
Helen shook her head unsteadily, wanting desperately, yet held back by all the clinging inhibitions. "I can't," she groaned. "Please don't...."
Brown eyes glittered wildly. The pirate had missed a few targets in her life, but none that mattered and she'd be damned if she'd lose this one. Her little captive was aroused and aching, but the bonds of society still held her back. Time to break those in favor of a different kind of bond. "All right," she whispered after a long beat, "I'll stop...." She smiled at the shock she saw in dark eyes. "Provided you pass a little test."
Surprise shifted to confusion. "What kind of...." The question melded into a low groan as slender fingers dropped low on her body, taking command of intimate flesh. Helen pushed upright, shoving at Nikki's arm. If she could just stop that agile hand and its wicked torments, maybe-
Before she could do more than offer the briefest resistance, Helen found herself borne back to the sheets, her hands forced up, wrists caught up in her shirt. Pulling the overlong sleeves loose, Nikki wrapped them around slim wrists, an impromptu restraint to contain her captive's efforts. "Shhh," she breathed near Helen's ear. "Stop fighting. I told you, I'll stop...all you have to do is ask me to."
"I'm asking you now," Helen panted.
A soft, wry laugh filled the air. "It doesn't count unless you pass a small test," she drawled, then pushed back. A hand curved to the back of Helen's left knee, pulling it up, folding her leg and opening up soft flesh.
Pass a test? She had to be kidding. "Please don't...." the captive woman begged, her body throbbing in ways that made it hard to remember anything except feel of soft lips and a rough tongue on the newly revealed flesh. How could she fight that kind of pleasure?
As if reading her mind, Nikki chuckled softly. "You seemed to like it well enough before."
"I-" the planned denial turned into a sharp gasp and a low groan as the pirate tired of the game and ducked her head, mouth finding silky flesh. Helen bucked, trying to snap her thighs together, but strong hands forced them wider, opening her up to the mouth that laid claim, the tongue that slipped and swirled, teeth that rubbed lightly.
"Oh, god," the fine lady gasped as her head slammed back into the pillows and her body bucked so violently that strong hands tightened their grip, pinning them down to make way for caresses that deepened and gained momentum.
And then suddenly it all stopped. Whimpering low in her throat, Helen arched and tried to regain the sweet caresses, but hands that had been holding her in place for pleasure pinned her hips down, keeping her just out of reach of the body that skimmed up over hers.
"Just tell me to stop," the pirate captain's voice slid through Helen, then she tasted herself on the soft lips that fluttered tiny kisses around her mouth. "Just one word," Nikki taunted, arm muscles flexing with the strength required to keep rolling hips pinned in place. "Just say it...and I'll leave you like this."
Helen wanted to, intended to, but when she opened her mouth to deny the other woman, all the came out was, "I can't." This time when her hips rose in desperate search of contact, Nikki didn't hold her back, bu t instead sank down into, grinding her pelvis into her captive's most intimate flesh.
A raw, desperate groan, a trickle of sweat, the pulsing of oversensitive nerve endings.
"Ohgodplease," Helen groaned, turning the syllables into one, long, drawn out moan of a word.
Nikki pushed back just long enough to peel off the last of her clothes, even that brief loss of heat and tactile pleasure stark enough to make her lover writhe and beg for her return. "Soon," she promised as she came back down, but held herself back slightly, allowing only the lightest of brushing contact between their bodies.
Fighting the bonds holding her back, Helen arched her upper body and twisted her wrists inside their linen prison, struggling not so much to escape as to explore the soft flesh pressed against her own.
"You want more, don't you?" Nikki whispered, tracing her hand up the length of her captive's torso, then her shoulder, stroking the rise of her clavicle, then following taut cords up the length of her throat.
"Yes," Helen admitted, her resistance completely shattered. Whatever she should or shouldn't feel, the reality was she wanted this more than anything in her life.
Smiling in triumph, Nikki ran her fingers over Helen's cheeks, then outlined her lips with the pad of her thumb. A delicate pink tongue darted out to taste her skin, circling around, then drew Nikki's thumb into the warm confines of her mouth. Sharp teeth nipped as Helen sucked gently, stroking slowly with her tongue, the only outlet left to her to express her own desires.
It was Nikki's turn to groan softly, erotic tension coiling in the pit of her belly. Corded muscles standing in prominent relief against the slender column of her throat, the pirate buried her face in the curve of her prisoner's shoulder and went perfectly still except for the tiny shudders that rattled her lean frame. A long moment passed, then she pushed up on one elbow, her expression hawkishly intent as she stared down into coffee green eyes. No words were spoken as she trailed a long, fine-boned hand down and between their bodies.
Unable to escape, Helen clawed her hands into the linen binding her wrists as strong fingers cupped intimate flesh, slowly rolling and pressuring in ways guaranteed to make her pulse race and skin bead with sweat. Then a single finger slid into velvety folds, stroking slowly, drawing out the slow motion caresses, making her hips rise and roll in response.
"Time for more," Nikki breathed, her voice a ragged growl as she pressed her hand deeper into a rotating thrust meant to caress and invade at the same time.
Helen groaned deep in her throat, eyes snapping shut as she was entered. She took two fingers on the first thrust, three on the second, a tiny whimper escaping her lips as her body welcomed the much-desired invasion. Pleasure danced along every aroused nerve ending and she arched against the pirate, desperate for more.
Then suddenly Nikki reached up with her free hand, tearing Helen's hands loose from their improvised prison. "Touch me," she groaned, amazed to find herself begging when she'd never done that before. With other lovers, she'd always been in control, but this woman....
God, this woman.... Nikki whimpered as newly-freed hands slid down her body, finding and stroking every erogenous zone -- and probably creating a few new ones -- on the way to slipping into the needy heat throbbing so violently. She whimpered again, shuddering violently in response to the first tentative caresses. "More," she whispered, then covered soft lips with her own, the demanding stroke of her tongue matching the rhythm of her fingers and drawing her lover into the accelerating tempo.
Their lovemaking seemed to go on for hours, always perched at the very edge of desire without going over. Nikki was aggressive, but tender, demanding everything Helen had to give, and giving every bit as much of herself. They were wildly physical. Driven by Nikki's soft commands, they were always moving, hunting for something more, another erogenous zone, another position, anything that could drive the mind blowing pleasure to sweeter heights.
Nikki arched over Helen's slender back, one hand braced on the mattress, the other wrapped around her body, fingers driving inside as she thrust against the firm thigh riding against her sex. They were both breathing hard, their sweat commingling on the wet slick surface of their skin.
"Please," Helen begged, fingers clawing into the sheets. Nikki ran her teeth down the back of her neck and along the curve of her shoulderblade, the cool sharp edges contrasting with the warmth and softness of her lips.
Nikki lifted her hand from the mattress, trusting her lover to support them both as she worked her fingers into damp, auburn hair, tugging Helen's head back and around until their lips met in a hungry kiss. "Now," she commanded against the warmth of her captive's mouth. "Come for me, now."
It was as though the softly uttered words loosed a pent up damn of passion. Helen's head rocked back and a low, keening cry was torn from her throat as ecstasy broke across her. In an instant, she was aware of everything, the room around her, the body of the woman joined so intimately with hers, the exploding rush of raw pleasure, the...
Helen awoke with a sudden start. Gasping for air, she sat up in her makeshift bed, momentarily confused as she stared around the darkened interior of her office. She was breathing hard, her heart pounding as though she'd run a mile, and her skin was damp with perspiration. She glanced around herself, vaguely confused for a long moment.
A dream. The whole thing had been nothing, but a dream. She flopped back down, folding an arm over her face.
But, what a dream.
She was still almost painfully aroused.
Nikki as a pirate, rough and demanding, kidnapping her and dragging every available ounce of sexual response from her trembling form while she begged for every bit of it. That'd be the day. She wasn't the sort of woman who liked that sort of game. One politically incorrect dream did not a bustier-wearing bottom make.
Climbing to her feet, she stepped out into the silent offices, empty for the night, and stumbled into the small bathroom at the end of the hallway. Flicking on the lights, she peered at her reflection in the mirror. "You are not some simpering little fool waiting to be carried off for a night of ravishing," she reminded herself. "You are an independent, hard-nosed, in charge woman in a position of power and responsibility."
The admonitions weren't working. She only had to think about Nikki in the flowing shirt and high boots, commanding her to her bed, and she was shaky legged and throbbing.
With a grumbled curse, she dunked her head under the spigot and flipped it on, pouring cool water across the back of her neck and into her hair. When she straightened, she worked her hair away from her face. Her life was already complicated enough. She didn't her fantasies making it all even more complicated. Tomorrow -- she decided -- tomorrow, she'd remind Nikki that they had no business playing such dangerous games. They needed to be careful.
Several key portions of Helen's anatomy made their protest of denial known.
She glanced at the computer terminal in her quarters. Might as well get some work done. It was going to be a long night.
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