Storytime: Pirate's Pleasure: Mark ii -- Part 3
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: 3
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 3
In her cell, Nikki lay sprawled in bed, limp, overwork driven exhaustion allowing her to sleep through the painful sexual arousal, though it found a way to make itself known, sneaking into her dreams.
Captain Nikki Wade stood at the bow of her ship, spyglass in hand, barely seeming to notice the chill wind that whipped at her hair and coat-tails. The Star of the Ocean lay ahead, her sails at full as she ran from her pursuer, already hurt and bleeding from an encounter only a few hours before. At the rate the Bonny Lass was gaining on the naval cutter, it would only take a few more hours before they were on top of their quarry. Nikki's eyes turned upward, tracking the storm moving in on them. She could only pray the squall would hold off long enough for them to get her prey in the net.
Then maybe she could finally get Helen Stewart off her back. The English navy thought they had the right to police these waters, collecting taxes, impounding cargo, impressing seamen from merchant vessels, and hunting any ships that dared to resist their rules. As far as Nikki was concerned, they were the pirates, not she.
And Helen Stewart, the captain of the Star of the Ocean was the biggest pirate of all. Smart, efficient, skilled, both ship and captain were feared by the blockade runners and privateers who sailed between the myriad of small islands off the South American coast. She'd confiscated more taxes and cargo, and jailed more crews than any other ship in the King's navy.
She'd also been hunting the Bonny Lass with more determination than any other ship in the fleet. Not too surprising, Nikki was one of the few captains who'd consistently outsmarted Stewart's effort to police her home waters. They'd been playing their strange dance for more than two years, until Nikki had finally tired of running and decided it was time to turn the table.
Stewart had escaped the trap when a lesser captain wouldn't have, but Nikki was determined that condition was only temporary. She'd damn well bring the other woman and her crew to heal.
A hint of a smile touched full lips as she contemplated finally beating the other captain. They'd already fought once. Several of her crewman had been captured, and Governor Fenner had promised a hanging.
So Nikki had staged a rescue.
Stewart had known she'd come and been waiting to stop her. Swords glittering in the dawn light, they'd fought with rage and fury across the battlements of the fort. Lost in the fight, it hadn't occurred to Helen that she'd been duped until the Bonny Lass came around one edge of the point, her sails at full, the freed crewmembers laughing on deck. A rope was flung from an upper cross spar and Nikki had caught it easily, leaving Stewart to watch helplessly as she made her escape.
Strangely enough, Nikki had been oddly certain that Stewart wouldn't push her to her death when the chance presented itself. That sort of violence simply wasn't in her eyes. A hint of a smile touched Nikki's mouth as she remembered the moment when she'd caught the rope tossed by her men. Wrapping the heavy jute around her left arm, she'd leapt, body flying free for a moment, before she dropped lightly to the deck. Waiting crewmembers steadied her and she looked back at Helen, throwing a jaunty wave before the Bonny Lass continued around the other end of the point.
The other woman had inclined her head in acknowledgment, a hint of a wistful smile on full lips.
Or at least it had seemed that way to Nikki.
Which was why she'd conceived the plan to turn Helen to her cause to overthrow Governor Fenner and his lot. There had been something in those eyes that called out to her. Helen Stewart wasn't one of Fenner's mindless drones. She was smart and able and well-known never to impress sailors or steal cargo if the proper stamp taxes had been paid. Shown the truth, she'd might well do the right thing.
Which was how the hunted had become the hunter.
Now, she was close, only to find her victory dependent on the whims of the weather.
"Do you really think this will work?" her first officer's voice broke in. "That she'll turn on Fenner?"
Nikki glanced back at the soft features of her young first mate. "We haven't caught her yet," she growled, not wanting to think too much about what might happen if Stewart wouldn't turn. The people she worked with wouldn't risk having their identities revealed. Helen Stewart was a beautiful woman, one Wade found curiously intriguing, and she didn't like the idea of seeing that graceful neck stretched by a rope. Woman or not, if she wouldn't turn, the other privateers couldn't afford to show any mercy.
"You admire her, don't you?" her mate asked curiously.
Nikki shrugged square shoulders. "She's a hell of a sailor," she said simply.
First Mate Dominic McAllister flashed an assessing gaze skyward. "She'd better be. If the storm strikes while she's at full sail, she could crack the mast."
"So could we," Nikki pointed out thoughtfully.
In the end, the storm didn't give them the needed time. Driving waves and slashing rain came down on their heads while they were still more than a mile back. The warship quickly disappeared into the darkness of the squall, leaving the crew of the Bonny Lass to fight for their ship and their lives. The mast didn't crack in the racing winds, but two of the mains'ls tore on the way down, leaving huge rips that would require hours of repair once the weather cleared. They fought the storm through the afternoon and into the night until it blew itself out somewhere before midnight.
With repair crews working, and her third officer in charge, Nikki retired to her cabin, intent on getting some rest before resuming the hunt in the morning.
She slept poorly and awoke before dawn, barely pausing to rinse her face before yanking on her uniform. Just because she was a privateer was no excuse for slovenliness. She slid into a crimson tailcoat and was about to tie the starched cravat when the call went up.
"SHIP OFF THE LARBOARD BOW!"
Nikki rushed up on deck just as the sharp prow of the Star of the Ocean broke from the cover of the predawn fog. Somewhere during the night, hunter and prey had again traded places.
Within a few short minutes, boarding crews swarmed across the decks, clubbing, battering, and hammering their way through the crew of the Bonny Lass. The already exhausted men surrendered or were quickly disarmed.
Even as her men gave up, Nikki continued to fight, driving their attackers back with a vicious sword, but the enemy crew closed in on her, taking her down through overwhelming numbers. She quickly lost her sword and coat in the melee, then tore the right sleeve of her shirt nearly free before they got a good hold on her arms and slapped manacles on her wrists. Rough hands shoved her through the crowd into an open space on the deck. Nikki stumbled on the water-slick deck and suddenly found herself on her knees, hard hands on her shoulders strong enough to prevent her from rising again..
"Well, well, well, Captain," Helen Stewart's rich drawl rolled across her as she brought her head back up. "We meet again."
Nikki's eyes were drawn to the slender figure she'd spent two years dancing around. She was as beautiful as ever, auburn hair loose, and dancing on the wind, dark eyes sparkling with life. She'd lost her coat in the fight, but her vest and cravat were still neat and sharp, the pristine uniform clinging to rounded curves in all the right ways. "Captain Stewart," Wade whispered huskily even as she wondered at her own madness for noting the other woman's beauty at a time like this.
"Scourge of the Caribbean," she finished for Nikki, a smile playing over full lips. "Poor Captain Wade," she teased, gesturing to the manacles that bound slender wrists together. "I suspect this isn't what you intended for this meeting."
Nikki ducked her head in acknowledgment and a dry smile touched her lips. "I had rather planned it another way," she admitted.
Helen laughed, the sound full and throaty. "I knew you wouldn't expect me to turn and attack." A wry smile touched full lips. "Thieves never expect an honest fight."
Infuriated, Wade lunged against the hands holding her back. "You're the thief," she snarled, "stealing in the name of the crown is still theft."
Her captor grinned triumphantly. "Perhaps," she allowed and reached out to run a fingertip along the sharp cut of Nikki's jaw. "And now I've stolen you."
Her men laughed in the background, but Nikki ignored them as she glared at the naval officer.
Stewart waited a beat before adding, "And your ship."
"What about my crew?" Wade demanded hoarsely. She had a formal letter of marque. By rights her crew should be considered prisoners of war and released to their home countries, but Governor Fenner had made a policy of hanging privateers as pirates, the law be damned.
For the first time, she saw a hint of sympathy in the other woman's expression. "Don't worry, Captain, I observe letters of marque. Your ship will be confiscated, but your crew will be put safely ashore at our next neutral port."
"Fenner's the traitor," Nikki muttered under her breath, then forced herself to nod in gratitude. "But thank you for not punishing my crew," she whispered the words as though they were torn from her throat.
Stewart remained silent for a long moment, and Wade was painfully aware of her curious gaze. "Captain?" she spoke at last. "No pleas for your own future?"
Nikki shrugged. "I suspect that decision has already been made," she said grimly, fully expecting her own end to come at the point of the pirate's sword.
Russet brows rose in a neat arch. "Indeed, it has, Captain." A smile touched full lips at the way Nikki braced herself for the thrust of her blade. "Relax, Nikki. I won't be putting you to the sword or hanging you from the highest yardarm ... yet." She turned her gaze on the men holding Wade. "Remove her to my cabin," she ordered briskly, then hurried away, shouting orders to her crew as she moved among them.
Knowing she'd been beaten for the moment, Nikki straightened her shoulders, shaking loose of the hands latched on her arms. Posture perfectly straight, she crossed the gangplank to the Star of the Ocean under his own steam, ignoring the speculative gazes thrown her way by the watching sailors. The guards led her belowdecks and into the captain's cabin. The walls were lined with bookshelves and dark wood paneling, and a myriad of scientific and navigational instruments crowded the room. Despite the danger of the situation, Nikki craned her neck to get a better look at the surprisingly extensive library, wishing she could get her hands on a few of the books. She loved to read, but it was damned hard to find anything interesting in her normal haunts.
"Rather a nice collection, isn't it?" Stewart's low voice reached her ears.
Nikki's head snapped around, eyes widening as she spotted her adversary standing just inside the doorway. She hadn't heard the other woman enter, which shouldn't have been such a surprise. After all, a thief, even a legal one, couldn't afford to announce herself too loudly.
She nodded to the waiting guards. "You may go now," she dismissed them.
One of the two young men seemed uncertain. "Captain, are you sure...I can...."
Stewart shook her head as she unbuckled her sword and laid it aside on her desk. "I don't think that will be necessary." She pinned a crystal-sharp gaze on Nikki. "I'd like your word, Captain," she said quietly as she collapsed into a chair, leaning back to hook her feet over the edge of the desk, "that you won't try to escape or harm me when my men leave."
Nikki straightened her shoulders. "Since you hold my crew, I have little choice in the matter," she said in an effort to avoid making any promises.
Helen folded her hands together on her midsection, peering at her prisoner with careful consideration. "Nonetheless, I want your word."
Wade glared at her captor, but gave way. "You have it," she hissed.
"Go on," she ordered her men with an indicative tilt of the head.
Nikki never looked away from the relaxed figure cut by the woman in the chair, but she was well aware of the instant the door clicked shut behind the two crewmen. She was bigger, stronger, and enough heavier than the other woman that, even manacled, she had a good chance of taking her down. She took a half step forward.
"If," the sharp timbre of Stewart's voice pulled Nikki up short, "you're thinking of going back on your word, I should warn you. Any such misbehavior on your part will reflect badly on your crew."
"Damn you," Nikki's voice was little more than a low rumble in her chest.
Helen dropped her feet to the floor and stood. Despite the situation, Nikki couldn't help but appreciate her cool grace. She moved to stand before her captive, studying her with a careful eye.
Somewhere during the melee, Wade had received a shallow cut across the midsection, and the pirate brushed her fingers lightly over the small wound. "This must hurt."
Nikki snorted disgustedly. "It's the least of my problems."
Stewart trailed her fingers up Nikki's chest and over the outer curve of her bicep as she paced around her. "You have a point," she agreed, "and I have a problem."
"You have a problem?" Nikki repeated and flashed a doubtful look at the other woman.
Her response was an enigmatic smile. "Indeed, I do," Helen confirmed as she turned away.
As Nikki silently watched, she crossed to the bed, sinking down on the edge to peel off the soft leather boots that hugged the shapely length of her calves. She looked up after a moment. "You see," she began carefully. "The Star of the Ocean is scheduled to meet with an informant. There's no place to drop you on our way, and you're too good a captain not to figure out where it is when we get there."
"What does it matter?" Nikki sighed hopelessly, "it's not like I'll be passing it along to anyone before Fenner stretches my neck."
"Given your penchant for escape, I'm inclined to be cautious." Green eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "As for Fenner, don't be certain he'll be doing much of anything."
A frown touched Nikki's brow. She really wanted to ask, but the look in her captor's eyes held her silent. "So what now?" she asked at last, fully expecting the worst.
Helen peeled off her second boot and dropped it to the floor with a solid thump. "I'm not sure," she admitted blandly. She ducked her head again and peeled off her socks, tossing them aside as well. When she looked up again, a quirky sense of humor lit her dark eyes. "You could join my crew." As a captain, she had the power to impress anyone she wanted, including the enemy.
"No," Nikki dismissed instantly.
"Pity, I rather suspect you'd do a better job than my current navigator," Helen sighed on a disappointed note. "Still, it's to be expected," the naval captain admitted. She pushed to her feet, stretching her bare toes. "You do have your trust issues." Finally, she braced her hands on her hips, and ran an assessing gaze over Nikki's lean figure, pacing around her with steady, measured steps.
It took all of Nikki's willpower to stare steadfastly ahead and not follow her progress.
Her footfalls were perfectly silent, so Nikki couldn't track her movements by sound. She jumped when warm hands, surprisingly soft despite the rough life of a sail, landed on her shoulders. The smaller woman leaned forward and Nikki felt her chin brush against her back, while her warm breath ruffled the hair at the nape of her neck. "I guess I'll just have to find a way to keep you in my cabin, and too busy to look out any windows for the next few days." A richly suggestive note threaded through her voice. Her fingers spread along the breadth of Wade's shoulders, testing the subtle strength hidden beneath her shirt and vest.
Dark brows rose, and this time Nikki did glance back. Stewart was enough shorter that she could only make out the tips of her fingers and the top of her downbent head. As she watched, a slender hand disappeared from view and she felt curious fingers dance down the tapered width of her back. Helen pressed her thumbs into the slight indentation of muscle at Nikki's hip line.
"What exactly are you suggesting?" the privateer demanded at last, her voice little more than a croak. She couldn't possibly be hearing what she thought, and yet....
The wry smile and raised eyebrow answered more eloquently than words.
Nikki felt her heart slam into overdrive as every trace of oxygen seemed to disappear from the cabin. "You really must be desperate if you're down to forcing women into your bed," she sneered at last in an effort to resist the treacherous heat burning in her veins.
"Force?" the naval officer drawled, her tone politely disbelieving. She stepped around in front of her prisoner, folding her arms loosely over her chest, a lazy grin curving her lips. "I'll have you know I've never had to force anyone in my life."
Seeing the erotic promise in emerald green eyes, Nikki had no doubt she was telling the truth. "I'm your enemy," she reminded the other woman.
Helen rested her palms on her captive's upper chest, fingers stroking very lightly, just barely moving against the soft linen fabric of her blouse as she caressed the soft flesh beneath. "I'm aware of that," she sighed. "And believe me, it is not my damned preference." She slid her hands down, graceful fingers easing the buttons on Wade's vest free and spreading the dark satin lapels.
Nikki would have brought her cuffed hands up between them, but Helen rested a hand on the cool steel, pressing them back down. "Oh, no," the naval officer warned her prisoner. "Refusal would be a bad thing."
"A threat?" Wade questioned darkly.
Stewart lifted her hands to her prisoner's high stand collar, curving her fingers into the soft fabric. "No," she disagreed. "Just a suggestion." She applied just enough pressure to separate the linen shirtfront, careless of the way mother of pearl buttons scattered across the floor, then spread the fabric, ducking her head to study the small wound at the base of the brunette's belly. "This should be cleaned before it infects," she commented, then straightened, smiling appreciatively as her eyes slid over soft curves and tight muscle. "Very nice," she approved.
Nikki bristled angrily over the comment. "I'm not a prize cow," she snapped.
"No," Helen agreed cheerfully and let her eyes slide over the brunette's body, pointedly taking stock of all her assets. "More like a harem girl I've just paid a fortune for ... intended to be locked away behind high walls ... kept exclusively for my pleasure ... and, oh, what a pleasure you would find it." She danced back several steps when Nikki would have grabbed for her, furious at the implication. "Now, now, Captain. Remember your crew," captor reminded prisoner with a taunting grin.
Wade caught herself, snarling a curse under her breath, muscles rippling with the effort required not to grab the other woman and shake some sense into her. She was beautiful, brilliant, and certainly didn't lack for courage. How the hell could she serve a monster like Fenner? The mere thought turned the privateer's stomach.
Helen wet a handkerchief from a small silver flask, watching the taller woman carefully as she drew near, visibly uncertain how her captive might react. Something dangerous glinted in bold, brown eyes, but Nikki didn't move against her, so she pressed the wet cloth against the wound, causing already taut muscles to quiver and jump and drawing a sharp gasp.
"I'm sorry for the pain," King's officer apologized, her tone sincere enough to surprise her opponent.
"It's far less than I expected," the brunette admitted tersely, fighting the traitorous urge to believe that sympathetic tone.
"Still," Helen exhaled, still washing the injury, her fingers remarkably gentle considering the brutal life she doubtless led on the high seas. "Perhaps, I can make up for it." She slipped her free hand under the fine white lawn shirt, crumpling the soft fabric out of the way as she leaned forward to taste warm flesh.
The privateer's head tipped back on her shoulders, a tiny whimper escaping her lips as she experienced a violent rush of unwanted desire that only intensified when she felt the sandpaper roughness of the other woman's tongue brush her upper chest, washing down the gentle slope. A moment later, her breath caught on a ragged shudder and she forgot all about the harsh sting of the disinfectant as that textured warmth wrapped around a swollen nipple, then velvety lips closed on the puckered flesh, suckling lightly. "Dammit," she groaned, "what the hell are you doing?"
Helen chuckled softly. "I'd think that would be obvious," she answered, her tone oddly affectionate.
"So do all of your prisoners get this sort of treatment-"
"Hardly," came the good-humored snort before Nikki could say another word.
"And what about Fenner?" Nikki demanded hotly, using the hated governor's name in an effort to stoke her righteous anger and ignore the treacherous desire to just give way.
That glass green gaze sharpened and full lips pursed. "The only thing Jim Fenner's ever likely to get from me is the point of my sword," Stewart growled, looking every inch the successful military officer.
"You answer to him," the privateer sneered.
"I answer to the crown," her captor shot back. "And in the name of the crown, Fenner will be dealt with," she added with a feral smile, then shook herself. "However, in the meantime, we have other...matters...to discuss." Holding her prisoner's darker gaze, she spread her hands over taut abdominals, then trailed her fingers along the easy curve of Nikki's ribcage.
The privateer felt her breath catch and was still struggling to formulate some kind of answer when soft lips and a rough tongue brushed her chest, drawing a damp line of fire between her breasts.
Sliding to her knees, Helen outlined sculpted abdominal muscles in tiny kisses until the path was blocked by Wade's bound wrists. Tipping her head back on her shoulders, she trailed her eyes up slender curves, grinning approvingly at what she saw. "If I'd had any idea what you look like under your clothes, I'd have done this sooner," she drawled in a voice full of sensual satisfaction.
Nikki bristled at the other woman's utter confidence, hands tightening into white-knuckled fists. "I doubt you'd have found it all that simple."
A fine-boned hand rose to the chain that latched Wade's manacles together, pushing them upward as the pirate grinned at her prisoner. "You'd be wrong," she disagreed cheerfully, then leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to the velvety flesh just above her waistband. "Given the company you keep, it would have been easy enough to pay a couple of brigands to take you when the Bonny Lass was in port." She looked up again, her look frankly assessing. "If I weren't afraid they'd taste my prize," she said possessively, "I might have done so already."
A muscle pulsing in the cut of her jaw, Nikki shook her head. "Without my crew to hold over my head, I'd have fought you." The growling claim was belied by the tiny whimper that escaped her lips a tiny beat later as warm breath and warmer lips touched the front of her pants, heating a trail down into the already burning flesh.
"No," her captor disagreed as she continued pressing hot kisses over the smooth fabric, purposely teasing the other woman, "you'd have fought the desire to surrender...to let someone else have even the tiniest measure of power over you, just like you are now." Slim fingers found the double row of buttons that closed the front of tight, black trousers, easily slipping them free as she pressed soft kisses to newly revealed flesh.
When she looked up again, Nikki couldn't resist the urge to touch and curved long fingers into the other woman's thick fall of auburn hair, toying with the silky strands even as the rough warmth of the brunette's tongue darted into the faint indentation of her navel. Despite that tiny, almost instinctive bit of surrender, the privateer shook her head in denial when she realized the other woman was watching her closely. "This makes you just like Fenner," she spat in a last ditch stand to regain control over the situation, any plans to sweetly convert the other woman to her cause forgotten in the heat of the moment. "Happy enough to take whatever you want just because you want it."
Green eyes narrowed, but Helen refused to be baited. "You know better than that," she drawled, intent gaze rising to draw Nikki's eyes down, not allowing her to look away. "This began a long time ago." She slipped her hands down from slim hips, massaging the work-worn muscles of the privateer's thighs with smooth strokes. "And we've chased each other around these islands for two years now, both determined never to be the first to give ground," she breathed, "using sailing ships for foreplay, and swords for...well, the obvious of course." She leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting across Nikki's flat belly. "Personally, I'm tired of the proxies." She caught a fold of smooth skin between her teeth, nipping lightly before brushing her tongue soothingly over the area. A moment later, she moved on, feathering kisses over the scratch her men had left, soothing the minor hurt.
Nikki groaned softly as those silky lips trailed on and she felt lightly callused fingers tug the waistband of her trousers aside to make way for the warmth of Stewart's mouth as she followed the line of her hip. Soft kisses and tiny nips fell on the faint jut of her pelvic bone as agile fingers continued to work her trouser buttons free to ease the fabric aside. A few seconds later, she gasped as though someone had locked a tight band of pressure around her ribs as her captor's lips followed the sharp vee of her abdominals downward, then her tongue just barely brushed the beginning of dark curls. Despite her best intentions to remain apart from what was happening, Wade tightened her hold on the pirate's hair, threading long fingers through the auburn mane. Her trouser's slid a little lower and so did that teasing tongue, just barely brushing the soft hair guarding her sex.
Pleasure so intense it threatened to burn out her entire synaptic network flared behind tightly closed brown eyes, only to end abruptly as Helen pulled away and pressed her cheek against a hard thigh thigh, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Tell me to stop, and I will," she groaned, her own voice thick with arousal.
Nikki shook her head unsteadily, unable to summon the strength of will to refuse the intense pleasure, shuddering as a neatly trimmed fingernail rasped against the fabric molded over her left thigh.
"Perhaps I should reverse that," Nikki's captor mused aloud, her eyes glimmering wickedly while an evil little smile played over full lips, "and make you tell me not to stop," she threatened.
Swallowing hard, Nikki shook her head in denial. "Don't," she pleaded, only to have her voice trail off into an uncontrollable groan as slender hands tugged her trousers lower to make the path easier for her mouth and darting tongue.
Stewart dipped her tongue into soft flesh, stroking firmly enough to make her prisoner whimper helplessly. "Don't what," she demanded between silky kisses, "make you admit how much you want this?" Another deep stroke forced another low groan from her captive.
Nikki's head tipped back on her shoulders, fingers clenching so hard in silky hair it had to hurt as the rough warmth pressed into soft folds, the slow strokes sending wild pulses of sensation through her. "God," she groaned helplessly, sweat beading on her skin as Helen continued the delicate caresses. She shouldn't want this, and she sure as hell shouldn't enjoy it so much, but she couldn't seem to resist the dark temptation.
And then the slow caresses stopped, drawing a frustrated cry. Muscles rippling with tension, Nikki drew her captor's head up, the look in her eyes pleading. She flinched as she saw the raw determination in the other woman's gaze and sensed what she intended. "Don't," she breathed, the anger draining out of her voice to be replaced by a kind of desperation.
A callused thumb stroked Nikki's hip lightly as her captor stared up at her, a confident smile curving her lips. She was in complete control of the situation and she knew it. "Trust me...just a little," she whispered, her breath teasing overheated flesh.
Every muscle in Nikki's body trembled with the need to resist the soft command, while her body raged with feverish need, leaving her caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. She hated the bloody navy with a passion. They claimed to be all moral and upright, but were really no better, and in many instances considerably worse than the pirates they chased. And yet when she looked into sea green eyes, she didn't see brutish desire or cruelty. She saw a woman strong and every bit as determined as herself, one who appealed to her in so many ways.
Something almost sympathetic gleamed in eyes so deep and clear, Wade thought she might drown in them. "Difficult, isn't it," the naval captain whispered, "giving in? I realize it would be so much easier for you if I were the one in manacles."
Dark eyes slid closed as the memory of exactly that fantasy slid through Nikki. She'd intended on being the one in command during their next meeting, and if she was honest, she'd planned on winding up exactly where they were headed, except she'd expected to be the one in control.
A soft, knowing laugh snapped the privateer back to the present and she felt a flush heat her cheeks.
"In fact," Helen continued quietly, "I'd wager that was your plan if your little trap had worked." She peered expectantly up at her prisoner until finally Nikki tipped her head to one side in acknowledgment.
"Possibly," the taller woman admitted.
"No possibly about it," her captor laughed softly, then winked. "So just lie back and think of me." Then her lips reclaimed the soft flesh she'd momentarily surrendered. She teased and toyed until Nikki was breathing hard, her chest heaving, knees shaking. And then she stopped, her voice a husky murmur as she commanded. "Now tell me what you want."
Her blood running hot, body trembling with need, Nikki couldn't resist the siren's call any longer. The scales tipped and her head fell back on her shoulders, her voice a melding of surrender and triumph as she whispered, "Don't stop."
A soft chuckle floated around Nikki's head as she was rewarded with the press of the silky lips and a rough-wet tongue, stroking deftly, drawing tiny cries and leaving her weak and trembling. Before long she was standing at the edge of a precipice, her body limp and ready to tumble over when the seductive kisses stopped. A pleading whimper escaped full lips and she shook her head as she felt her captor's sweetly mastering tongue draw up the length of her body, following curves and hollows as she stood. Nikki blinked dazedly, looking down at the smaller woman, her eyes glazed with need, confused by the abrupt denial when her body was screaming for more. "Wha'?" she groaned.
A slender hand landed in the middle of the brunette's chest, pushing solidly until she slid to her knees before her captor.
Swallowing hard, Nikki stared up at Helen, her expression pleading, uncertain what the other woman wanted. "Please," she begged raggedly, her desperation drawing a slow smile across full lips.
Helen petted brunette hair tenderly, smoothing it back from her prisoner's forehead. "I think it's time to share the pleasure a little," she whispered, her own body vibrating with need. When Nikki only stared uncertainly, her captor drew a finger over her face and down, outlining her lips in soft strokes. "I want your mouth," she whispered, her voice low and commanding. "And if you please me ... maybe I'll let you have your own satisfaction."
Shaking hands rose to find the front of the naval officer's breeches, the need making the task that much harder as Wade freed the buttons, pressing her lips against the soft flesh revealed as she worked. She felt as much as heard the low groan that vibrated through her captor and felt a surge of sensual power as strong fingers worked into her hair, clinging spasmodically. The pirate wasn't in as much control as she tried to pretend.
Needing more of the tempting power over the other woman, Nikki pushed the breeches down, and leaned deeper into damper flesh. Every stroke a combination of pleading and demanding, she pressed her tongue deep, losing herself in the heat and taste of her lover, the sound of harsh breathing and increasingly needy moans a symphony to her ears. She felt Helen tremble violently and the quiver in her thighs as hungry caresses went deeper, and rough strokes gained strength. Pressing her advantage, she fluttered soft kisses, then flicked her tongue with enough force to send a shudder through the other woman. In an instant, the prisoner became the captor.
But she needed more, the position denying her enough access, and she raised her hands to slim hips, then twisted, muscles flexing as she toppled the officer to the deck, cushioning her fall with her hands and dropping her onto the thick silk rug that covered much of the floor in her cabin.
"No," Helen gasped, fingers tightening in thick, chestnut hair as if she could retake control of the situation, but it was too late for that. Nikki needed to lose herself in silky flesh and the power it gave her, needed her captor's orgasm even more than she needed her own at that point. Thrusting her still bound hands up to brace them on Helen's torso, she buried her mouth in the throbbing, overheated flesh between firm thighs, stroking with her tongue to draw and spread thick moisture, then working the swollen bud she found. She felt Helen tremble every time her tongue strummed the tiny bit of taut flesh, heard her panting groans and felt the strength in hands that fought to retake control.
"No," the pirate gasped at last, dragging hard on thick, brunette hair, forcing her captive's head up. Stewart was breathing hard, her skin flushed and damp with sweat, eyes glazed with arousal. "Your crew," she gasped as a reminder when Nikki would have fought her hold, struggling to regain control over herself as well as the situation. "This isn't about you being in charge."
Wade's breath came in gasping pants, her need to finish what she'd started bordering on compulsion. "Please," she begged, holding herself back by only the thinnest of threads when she knew she could overpower the other woman and take what she wanted.
Helen reached out, stroking damp lips, a hard shiver rattling her frame when a rough tongue darted out to stroke her fingertip. "Such a pretty, pink tongue," she drawled.
"I'd rather put it to other uses," the normally-commanding sea captain groaned on a pleading note.
The naval captain outlined soft lips with the tip of her finger, pulling back when her captive would have wrapped her lips around the exploring digit. "Enough to have me ride it?" she whispered.
Nikki nodded unsteadily, her submission drawing a smile from her captor.
Helen leaned back on the rug, her look commanding. "Then get up, finish stripping ... lie on my bed and wait for me."
Trembling hard, Captain Wade found her feet, quickly stripping off her boots and pants and throwing them aside, almost painfully aware of the dark eyes watching her every move. She started to fight with her blouse and vest, but with her wrists manacled, there was little she could do.
"Leave them," her captor ordered as she realized the problem. "Just lie down."
Trembling helplessly, Nikki stretched out on the large bunk, waiting uncertainly until she heard the soft sounds of movement and Helen appeared beside the bed. The other woman shrugged out of the remains of her shirt, tossing it aside, then smiled down at her prisoner, reaching out to stroke her arm lightly. "Your hands," she instructed, and Nikki held her bound wrists up, surprised to find them released. She started to reach for the other woman, but the other woman shook her head. "I don't think so," she whispered, pressing Wade's nearest wrist down into the mattress. Her mouth turned upward in a sensual smile. "To the victor, the spoils..." Before Nikki quite knew what was happening she found her wrist bound to a shackle hanging from the bedpost. "Now the other one," the captain of the Star of the Sea instructed.
Wade swallowed uncertainly, the hunger to touch and caress rather than any great desire to escape driving her. "Please," she whispered. "You don't need them."
"But I rather like them," Stewart drawled, one eyebrow rising suggestively toward her hairline, the slow smile that made its way across her lips leaving her enemy trembling. "At least for now." Her tone and expression made it apparent that no other option was open for consideration.
Still, Nikki didn't move, the urge to resist nearly outweighing the erotic need coursing through her blood.
A russet eyebrow rose another notch as Stewart stared down at her prisoner. "Of course, if you prefer, I can have several members of my crew come in and help."
"You wouldn't," Nikki hissed.
A smile snaked across full lips. "Be assured, I will do what it takes," her captor assured her. She winked. "Now, be a good girl, and do as you're told."
The battle of wills lasted a long moment, until finally Nikki held her arms up. Tension rippled through her a second later as Helen leaned across her, full breasts skimming over her skin while she finished latching the cuff in place. Finished, the naval captain didn't immediately straighten, instead choosing to enjoy the chance explore the pale flesh revealed by her prisoner's open shirt and vest. Soft kisses and slow caresses moved this way and that, laying claim with every brush of a finger or stroke of a rough tongue until Nikki Wade barely knew which direction was up. Her breath coming in ragged pants, body writhing as she strained against the bonds, sweat beading on fine flesh.
Finally, Helen pushed up on her hands, staring down at pale curves with a wicked smile. "What a pretty playground I've captured for myself," she drawled and trailed a finger down the center of Nikki's chest and abdomen, watching as muscles jumped and rippled in its wake. "But I think you're still a bit overdressed."
Nikki tensed when her captor drew a knife from a nearby chest, the blade glinting in the flickering candlelight. "What are you-" Had she been tricked her into cooperating in her own demise?
"Don't worry," Helen breathed, and brushed another kiss over the center of her lover's chest. "You're in no danger."
The dull edge of chill steel kissed silky flesh, running against her arms as her shirt and vest were sliced away with quick, economical movements.
"See," Helen stroked a high cheekbone with amazingly gentle fingers, "you'll always be safe with me." Then she flicked the knife away with an artfully careless motion, throwing it across the room to embed deeply in the far wall. "Now, where were we?" she drawled and began fluttering kisses lower on sleek curves. Faintly callused fingers teased the top of Nikki's thigh, running in concentric circles and drawing closer to silky heat. "Oh, I remember now."
Brown eyes slid closed while slim hips arched and rolled in search of more contact. "What are you doing to me?" Nikki groaned helplessly. She was supposed to be the defiant smuggler and privateer, defiant of authority, always in control of herself and the situation. For the first time in a very long time, she seemed to have no say over either.
Again that wicked smile, then the hand resting a little above Nikki's knee slid higher, skating over her inner thigh, then higher still. "This," the King's officer said triumphantly as graceful fingers momentarily cupped silky hair and flesh before pressing deep.
Exhaling a sharp gasp, Nikki's whole body seemed to spasm and arch off the narrow pallet in the blind search for more. Then almost as quickly as it began, the sweet possession was over and damp fingers were moving over her skin, leaving slick trails in their wake.
"But first," Helen whispered near a delicate ear, "you have a task to finish." She laid a slow kiss onto full lips, toying with her prisoner's mouth until they were both breathless and trembling. "Remember?"
"Yes," Nikki groaned.
"Good girl." Her lover rewarded her with another soul-stealing kiss before pulling away. Soft rustling sounds echoed through the small room as flesh was revealed and the last trappings of the King's Royal Navy were discarded. "That's better," Helen murmured as she stretched and resettled herself, then crawled onto the narrow pallet to kneel beside her new lover. "Now tell me what you'd do to please me," she commanded, her voice a husky, passion-driven rasp.
"Anything...everything," Nikki whimpered, her body an agonized mass of arousal.
"Not enough, love," her captor breathed and stroked the underside of her chin. "I want details," she explained, then nipped the sharp cut of Nikki's jaw.
She'd already given way on so many levels, that oddly enough, this was the easiest. She'd never been one to keep her erotic fantasies back from a lover, and as improbable as it should have been, this woman was her lover now. Without planning, she began talking, holding nothing back, her voice a running litany of erotic promises and suggestions, no detail too intimate, no description too explicit.
"Very well done," Helen praised at last. She laid the softest of kisses on wanton lips. "You've earned your prize." Another slow kiss and then she pushed up on her knees, repositioning herself, but still keeping Nikki's reward just out of reach.
"Please," the brunette begged, turning her head and arching up to flutter kisses along the taut line of muscle that ran up her lover's inner thigh. Caught up in the give and take of power, some part of her she'd never even known existed had taken over, driving her to please her mistress and in so doing, take command, even bound as she was. "Let me...serve you...."
"Yes," and then Helen sank down and Nikki was engulfed in silky curls and velvet flesh, heat and wet, the flavors and textures of sex and want filling her senses. She nuzzled in, stroking and tasting, curling her tongue around tightly swollen flesh, thrilling to the hard tremors that shook the woman kneeling above her, vibrating in time with the responsive moans that filled the room.
"Please...." the softly spoken plea filled the moist and heated air, Helen's tone sliding over into begging as the balance of power shifted.
Turning her head, Nikki bit a taut inner thigh lightly, then suctioned with fierce strength, leaving her mark. Then she was buried in heat and wet again, feeling the quiver and tremor of intimate flesh. So close. She could feel triumph looming. Helen was almost hers. Struggling to get closer, she fought the chains, pulling and straining at the manacles.
Still straining, she couldn't contain a moan of excitement as she felt the bed shift, the press of hands pushing into the mattress near her hips followed by the brush of lips, teeth, and tongue on intimate flesh. A flash of pleasure so intense it was almost painful sent a spasm through the bound woman, jarring her entire body, and sending ripples through every muscle. Tightly coiled pleasure exploded behind her eyelids with painful delight and she jerked her arms violently, felt the staple binding them to the wall give way. Burying her mouth even deeper in silky flesh, she yanked her arms down, grabbing for the body above her own to haul it close, her body exploding with pure pleasure as she felt her lover quiver and moan and tasted...
Her pillow.
Blinking in confusion, Nikki sat up abruptly, throwing aside the pillow clutched in her arms.
She peered at the otherwise empty bunk in open amazement.
She was alone.
She ran her tongue along the edge of her teeth. Cottonmouth was one thing, but this was ridiculous. Throwing off the blanket and swinging her legs over the side of the mattress, Nikki sat, head down, utterly breathless in the aftermath of the dream, still half asleep, but achingly, painfully, desperately aroused. God, Helen would probably have a good laugh if she had any idea just how successful her little bit of revenge had been. She ran a shaking hand over her hair, scraping it back from her brow. God knew, she had her share of erotic dreams. Locked away from anything approaching a normal sex life, every prisoner did. However, her dreams weren't usually so incredibly visceral. Her lover definitely managed to trigger something with her teasing comments. She'd never thought of herself as especially submissive, but ... well ... apparently there were a few interesting fantasies hidden in her psyche.
Finally, she pushed to her feet, massaging her lower back as she stumbled over to the sink. She didn’t intend to look at her reflection in the dull, polished-steel mirror, but the hollow-eyed woman staring back at her refused to be ignored.
She'd never been good at celibacy, but she'd learned the skill in prison only to have it completely undone by her relationship with Helen.
Staggering back to bed, she sat heavily, wishing she had some way of calling her lover. Then again, even the sound of that rich, Scottish burr would probably push her into doing something enormously stupid. She worked a hand through her hair, ending the ruffling pass with a slow massage at the back of her neck where corded tendons had pulled spring-steel taut.
Title: Pirate's Pleasure: Mark II
Author: Pink Rabbit Productions
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Nikki/Helen
Part: 3
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 3
In her cell, Nikki lay sprawled in bed, limp, overwork driven exhaustion allowing her to sleep through the painful sexual arousal, though it found a way to make itself known, sneaking into her dreams.
Captain Nikki Wade stood at the bow of her ship, spyglass in hand, barely seeming to notice the chill wind that whipped at her hair and coat-tails. The Star of the Ocean lay ahead, her sails at full as she ran from her pursuer, already hurt and bleeding from an encounter only a few hours before. At the rate the Bonny Lass was gaining on the naval cutter, it would only take a few more hours before they were on top of their quarry. Nikki's eyes turned upward, tracking the storm moving in on them. She could only pray the squall would hold off long enough for them to get her prey in the net.
Then maybe she could finally get Helen Stewart off her back. The English navy thought they had the right to police these waters, collecting taxes, impounding cargo, impressing seamen from merchant vessels, and hunting any ships that dared to resist their rules. As far as Nikki was concerned, they were the pirates, not she.
And Helen Stewart, the captain of the Star of the Ocean was the biggest pirate of all. Smart, efficient, skilled, both ship and captain were feared by the blockade runners and privateers who sailed between the myriad of small islands off the South American coast. She'd confiscated more taxes and cargo, and jailed more crews than any other ship in the King's navy.
She'd also been hunting the Bonny Lass with more determination than any other ship in the fleet. Not too surprising, Nikki was one of the few captains who'd consistently outsmarted Stewart's effort to police her home waters. They'd been playing their strange dance for more than two years, until Nikki had finally tired of running and decided it was time to turn the table.
Stewart had escaped the trap when a lesser captain wouldn't have, but Nikki was determined that condition was only temporary. She'd damn well bring the other woman and her crew to heal.
A hint of a smile touched full lips as she contemplated finally beating the other captain. They'd already fought once. Several of her crewman had been captured, and Governor Fenner had promised a hanging.
So Nikki had staged a rescue.
Stewart had known she'd come and been waiting to stop her. Swords glittering in the dawn light, they'd fought with rage and fury across the battlements of the fort. Lost in the fight, it hadn't occurred to Helen that she'd been duped until the Bonny Lass came around one edge of the point, her sails at full, the freed crewmembers laughing on deck. A rope was flung from an upper cross spar and Nikki had caught it easily, leaving Stewart to watch helplessly as she made her escape.
Strangely enough, Nikki had been oddly certain that Stewart wouldn't push her to her death when the chance presented itself. That sort of violence simply wasn't in her eyes. A hint of a smile touched Nikki's mouth as she remembered the moment when she'd caught the rope tossed by her men. Wrapping the heavy jute around her left arm, she'd leapt, body flying free for a moment, before she dropped lightly to the deck. Waiting crewmembers steadied her and she looked back at Helen, throwing a jaunty wave before the Bonny Lass continued around the other end of the point.
The other woman had inclined her head in acknowledgment, a hint of a wistful smile on full lips.
Or at least it had seemed that way to Nikki.
Which was why she'd conceived the plan to turn Helen to her cause to overthrow Governor Fenner and his lot. There had been something in those eyes that called out to her. Helen Stewart wasn't one of Fenner's mindless drones. She was smart and able and well-known never to impress sailors or steal cargo if the proper stamp taxes had been paid. Shown the truth, she'd might well do the right thing.
Which was how the hunted had become the hunter.
Now, she was close, only to find her victory dependent on the whims of the weather.
"Do you really think this will work?" her first officer's voice broke in. "That she'll turn on Fenner?"
Nikki glanced back at the soft features of her young first mate. "We haven't caught her yet," she growled, not wanting to think too much about what might happen if Stewart wouldn't turn. The people she worked with wouldn't risk having their identities revealed. Helen Stewart was a beautiful woman, one Wade found curiously intriguing, and she didn't like the idea of seeing that graceful neck stretched by a rope. Woman or not, if she wouldn't turn, the other privateers couldn't afford to show any mercy.
"You admire her, don't you?" her mate asked curiously.
Nikki shrugged square shoulders. "She's a hell of a sailor," she said simply.
First Mate Dominic McAllister flashed an assessing gaze skyward. "She'd better be. If the storm strikes while she's at full sail, she could crack the mast."
"So could we," Nikki pointed out thoughtfully.
In the end, the storm didn't give them the needed time. Driving waves and slashing rain came down on their heads while they were still more than a mile back. The warship quickly disappeared into the darkness of the squall, leaving the crew of the Bonny Lass to fight for their ship and their lives. The mast didn't crack in the racing winds, but two of the mains'ls tore on the way down, leaving huge rips that would require hours of repair once the weather cleared. They fought the storm through the afternoon and into the night until it blew itself out somewhere before midnight.
With repair crews working, and her third officer in charge, Nikki retired to her cabin, intent on getting some rest before resuming the hunt in the morning.
She slept poorly and awoke before dawn, barely pausing to rinse her face before yanking on her uniform. Just because she was a privateer was no excuse for slovenliness. She slid into a crimson tailcoat and was about to tie the starched cravat when the call went up.
"SHIP OFF THE LARBOARD BOW!"
Nikki rushed up on deck just as the sharp prow of the Star of the Ocean broke from the cover of the predawn fog. Somewhere during the night, hunter and prey had again traded places.
Within a few short minutes, boarding crews swarmed across the decks, clubbing, battering, and hammering their way through the crew of the Bonny Lass. The already exhausted men surrendered or were quickly disarmed.
Even as her men gave up, Nikki continued to fight, driving their attackers back with a vicious sword, but the enemy crew closed in on her, taking her down through overwhelming numbers. She quickly lost her sword and coat in the melee, then tore the right sleeve of her shirt nearly free before they got a good hold on her arms and slapped manacles on her wrists. Rough hands shoved her through the crowd into an open space on the deck. Nikki stumbled on the water-slick deck and suddenly found herself on her knees, hard hands on her shoulders strong enough to prevent her from rising again..
"Well, well, well, Captain," Helen Stewart's rich drawl rolled across her as she brought her head back up. "We meet again."
Nikki's eyes were drawn to the slender figure she'd spent two years dancing around. She was as beautiful as ever, auburn hair loose, and dancing on the wind, dark eyes sparkling with life. She'd lost her coat in the fight, but her vest and cravat were still neat and sharp, the pristine uniform clinging to rounded curves in all the right ways. "Captain Stewart," Wade whispered huskily even as she wondered at her own madness for noting the other woman's beauty at a time like this.
"Scourge of the Caribbean," she finished for Nikki, a smile playing over full lips. "Poor Captain Wade," she teased, gesturing to the manacles that bound slender wrists together. "I suspect this isn't what you intended for this meeting."
Nikki ducked her head in acknowledgment and a dry smile touched her lips. "I had rather planned it another way," she admitted.
Helen laughed, the sound full and throaty. "I knew you wouldn't expect me to turn and attack." A wry smile touched full lips. "Thieves never expect an honest fight."
Infuriated, Wade lunged against the hands holding her back. "You're the thief," she snarled, "stealing in the name of the crown is still theft."
Her captor grinned triumphantly. "Perhaps," she allowed and reached out to run a fingertip along the sharp cut of Nikki's jaw. "And now I've stolen you."
Her men laughed in the background, but Nikki ignored them as she glared at the naval officer.
Stewart waited a beat before adding, "And your ship."
"What about my crew?" Wade demanded hoarsely. She had a formal letter of marque. By rights her crew should be considered prisoners of war and released to their home countries, but Governor Fenner had made a policy of hanging privateers as pirates, the law be damned.
For the first time, she saw a hint of sympathy in the other woman's expression. "Don't worry, Captain, I observe letters of marque. Your ship will be confiscated, but your crew will be put safely ashore at our next neutral port."
"Fenner's the traitor," Nikki muttered under her breath, then forced herself to nod in gratitude. "But thank you for not punishing my crew," she whispered the words as though they were torn from her throat.
Stewart remained silent for a long moment, and Wade was painfully aware of her curious gaze. "Captain?" she spoke at last. "No pleas for your own future?"
Nikki shrugged. "I suspect that decision has already been made," she said grimly, fully expecting her own end to come at the point of the pirate's sword.
Russet brows rose in a neat arch. "Indeed, it has, Captain." A smile touched full lips at the way Nikki braced herself for the thrust of her blade. "Relax, Nikki. I won't be putting you to the sword or hanging you from the highest yardarm ... yet." She turned her gaze on the men holding Wade. "Remove her to my cabin," she ordered briskly, then hurried away, shouting orders to her crew as she moved among them.
Knowing she'd been beaten for the moment, Nikki straightened her shoulders, shaking loose of the hands latched on her arms. Posture perfectly straight, she crossed the gangplank to the Star of the Ocean under his own steam, ignoring the speculative gazes thrown her way by the watching sailors. The guards led her belowdecks and into the captain's cabin. The walls were lined with bookshelves and dark wood paneling, and a myriad of scientific and navigational instruments crowded the room. Despite the danger of the situation, Nikki craned her neck to get a better look at the surprisingly extensive library, wishing she could get her hands on a few of the books. She loved to read, but it was damned hard to find anything interesting in her normal haunts.
"Rather a nice collection, isn't it?" Stewart's low voice reached her ears.
Nikki's head snapped around, eyes widening as she spotted her adversary standing just inside the doorway. She hadn't heard the other woman enter, which shouldn't have been such a surprise. After all, a thief, even a legal one, couldn't afford to announce herself too loudly.
She nodded to the waiting guards. "You may go now," she dismissed them.
One of the two young men seemed uncertain. "Captain, are you sure...I can...."
Stewart shook her head as she unbuckled her sword and laid it aside on her desk. "I don't think that will be necessary." She pinned a crystal-sharp gaze on Nikki. "I'd like your word, Captain," she said quietly as she collapsed into a chair, leaning back to hook her feet over the edge of the desk, "that you won't try to escape or harm me when my men leave."
Nikki straightened her shoulders. "Since you hold my crew, I have little choice in the matter," she said in an effort to avoid making any promises.
Helen folded her hands together on her midsection, peering at her prisoner with careful consideration. "Nonetheless, I want your word."
Wade glared at her captor, but gave way. "You have it," she hissed.
"Go on," she ordered her men with an indicative tilt of the head.
Nikki never looked away from the relaxed figure cut by the woman in the chair, but she was well aware of the instant the door clicked shut behind the two crewmen. She was bigger, stronger, and enough heavier than the other woman that, even manacled, she had a good chance of taking her down. She took a half step forward.
"If," the sharp timbre of Stewart's voice pulled Nikki up short, "you're thinking of going back on your word, I should warn you. Any such misbehavior on your part will reflect badly on your crew."
"Damn you," Nikki's voice was little more than a low rumble in her chest.
Helen dropped her feet to the floor and stood. Despite the situation, Nikki couldn't help but appreciate her cool grace. She moved to stand before her captive, studying her with a careful eye.
Somewhere during the melee, Wade had received a shallow cut across the midsection, and the pirate brushed her fingers lightly over the small wound. "This must hurt."
Nikki snorted disgustedly. "It's the least of my problems."
Stewart trailed her fingers up Nikki's chest and over the outer curve of her bicep as she paced around her. "You have a point," she agreed, "and I have a problem."
"You have a problem?" Nikki repeated and flashed a doubtful look at the other woman.
Her response was an enigmatic smile. "Indeed, I do," Helen confirmed as she turned away.
As Nikki silently watched, she crossed to the bed, sinking down on the edge to peel off the soft leather boots that hugged the shapely length of her calves. She looked up after a moment. "You see," she began carefully. "The Star of the Ocean is scheduled to meet with an informant. There's no place to drop you on our way, and you're too good a captain not to figure out where it is when we get there."
"What does it matter?" Nikki sighed hopelessly, "it's not like I'll be passing it along to anyone before Fenner stretches my neck."
"Given your penchant for escape, I'm inclined to be cautious." Green eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "As for Fenner, don't be certain he'll be doing much of anything."
A frown touched Nikki's brow. She really wanted to ask, but the look in her captor's eyes held her silent. "So what now?" she asked at last, fully expecting the worst.
Helen peeled off her second boot and dropped it to the floor with a solid thump. "I'm not sure," she admitted blandly. She ducked her head again and peeled off her socks, tossing them aside as well. When she looked up again, a quirky sense of humor lit her dark eyes. "You could join my crew." As a captain, she had the power to impress anyone she wanted, including the enemy.
"No," Nikki dismissed instantly.
"Pity, I rather suspect you'd do a better job than my current navigator," Helen sighed on a disappointed note. "Still, it's to be expected," the naval captain admitted. She pushed to her feet, stretching her bare toes. "You do have your trust issues." Finally, she braced her hands on her hips, and ran an assessing gaze over Nikki's lean figure, pacing around her with steady, measured steps.
It took all of Nikki's willpower to stare steadfastly ahead and not follow her progress.
Her footfalls were perfectly silent, so Nikki couldn't track her movements by sound. She jumped when warm hands, surprisingly soft despite the rough life of a sail, landed on her shoulders. The smaller woman leaned forward and Nikki felt her chin brush against her back, while her warm breath ruffled the hair at the nape of her neck. "I guess I'll just have to find a way to keep you in my cabin, and too busy to look out any windows for the next few days." A richly suggestive note threaded through her voice. Her fingers spread along the breadth of Wade's shoulders, testing the subtle strength hidden beneath her shirt and vest.
Dark brows rose, and this time Nikki did glance back. Stewart was enough shorter that she could only make out the tips of her fingers and the top of her downbent head. As she watched, a slender hand disappeared from view and she felt curious fingers dance down the tapered width of her back. Helen pressed her thumbs into the slight indentation of muscle at Nikki's hip line.
"What exactly are you suggesting?" the privateer demanded at last, her voice little more than a croak. She couldn't possibly be hearing what she thought, and yet....
The wry smile and raised eyebrow answered more eloquently than words.
Nikki felt her heart slam into overdrive as every trace of oxygen seemed to disappear from the cabin. "You really must be desperate if you're down to forcing women into your bed," she sneered at last in an effort to resist the treacherous heat burning in her veins.
"Force?" the naval officer drawled, her tone politely disbelieving. She stepped around in front of her prisoner, folding her arms loosely over her chest, a lazy grin curving her lips. "I'll have you know I've never had to force anyone in my life."
Seeing the erotic promise in emerald green eyes, Nikki had no doubt she was telling the truth. "I'm your enemy," she reminded the other woman.
Helen rested her palms on her captive's upper chest, fingers stroking very lightly, just barely moving against the soft linen fabric of her blouse as she caressed the soft flesh beneath. "I'm aware of that," she sighed. "And believe me, it is not my damned preference." She slid her hands down, graceful fingers easing the buttons on Wade's vest free and spreading the dark satin lapels.
Nikki would have brought her cuffed hands up between them, but Helen rested a hand on the cool steel, pressing them back down. "Oh, no," the naval officer warned her prisoner. "Refusal would be a bad thing."
"A threat?" Wade questioned darkly.
Stewart lifted her hands to her prisoner's high stand collar, curving her fingers into the soft fabric. "No," she disagreed. "Just a suggestion." She applied just enough pressure to separate the linen shirtfront, careless of the way mother of pearl buttons scattered across the floor, then spread the fabric, ducking her head to study the small wound at the base of the brunette's belly. "This should be cleaned before it infects," she commented, then straightened, smiling appreciatively as her eyes slid over soft curves and tight muscle. "Very nice," she approved.
Nikki bristled angrily over the comment. "I'm not a prize cow," she snapped.
"No," Helen agreed cheerfully and let her eyes slide over the brunette's body, pointedly taking stock of all her assets. "More like a harem girl I've just paid a fortune for ... intended to be locked away behind high walls ... kept exclusively for my pleasure ... and, oh, what a pleasure you would find it." She danced back several steps when Nikki would have grabbed for her, furious at the implication. "Now, now, Captain. Remember your crew," captor reminded prisoner with a taunting grin.
Wade caught herself, snarling a curse under her breath, muscles rippling with the effort required not to grab the other woman and shake some sense into her. She was beautiful, brilliant, and certainly didn't lack for courage. How the hell could she serve a monster like Fenner? The mere thought turned the privateer's stomach.
Helen wet a handkerchief from a small silver flask, watching the taller woman carefully as she drew near, visibly uncertain how her captive might react. Something dangerous glinted in bold, brown eyes, but Nikki didn't move against her, so she pressed the wet cloth against the wound, causing already taut muscles to quiver and jump and drawing a sharp gasp.
"I'm sorry for the pain," King's officer apologized, her tone sincere enough to surprise her opponent.
"It's far less than I expected," the brunette admitted tersely, fighting the traitorous urge to believe that sympathetic tone.
"Still," Helen exhaled, still washing the injury, her fingers remarkably gentle considering the brutal life she doubtless led on the high seas. "Perhaps, I can make up for it." She slipped her free hand under the fine white lawn shirt, crumpling the soft fabric out of the way as she leaned forward to taste warm flesh.
The privateer's head tipped back on her shoulders, a tiny whimper escaping her lips as she experienced a violent rush of unwanted desire that only intensified when she felt the sandpaper roughness of the other woman's tongue brush her upper chest, washing down the gentle slope. A moment later, her breath caught on a ragged shudder and she forgot all about the harsh sting of the disinfectant as that textured warmth wrapped around a swollen nipple, then velvety lips closed on the puckered flesh, suckling lightly. "Dammit," she groaned, "what the hell are you doing?"
Helen chuckled softly. "I'd think that would be obvious," she answered, her tone oddly affectionate.
"So do all of your prisoners get this sort of treatment-"
"Hardly," came the good-humored snort before Nikki could say another word.
"And what about Fenner?" Nikki demanded hotly, using the hated governor's name in an effort to stoke her righteous anger and ignore the treacherous desire to just give way.
That glass green gaze sharpened and full lips pursed. "The only thing Jim Fenner's ever likely to get from me is the point of my sword," Stewart growled, looking every inch the successful military officer.
"You answer to him," the privateer sneered.
"I answer to the crown," her captor shot back. "And in the name of the crown, Fenner will be dealt with," she added with a feral smile, then shook herself. "However, in the meantime, we have other...matters...to discuss." Holding her prisoner's darker gaze, she spread her hands over taut abdominals, then trailed her fingers along the easy curve of Nikki's ribcage.
The privateer felt her breath catch and was still struggling to formulate some kind of answer when soft lips and a rough tongue brushed her chest, drawing a damp line of fire between her breasts.
Sliding to her knees, Helen outlined sculpted abdominal muscles in tiny kisses until the path was blocked by Wade's bound wrists. Tipping her head back on her shoulders, she trailed her eyes up slender curves, grinning approvingly at what she saw. "If I'd had any idea what you look like under your clothes, I'd have done this sooner," she drawled in a voice full of sensual satisfaction.
Nikki bristled at the other woman's utter confidence, hands tightening into white-knuckled fists. "I doubt you'd have found it all that simple."
A fine-boned hand rose to the chain that latched Wade's manacles together, pushing them upward as the pirate grinned at her prisoner. "You'd be wrong," she disagreed cheerfully, then leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to the velvety flesh just above her waistband. "Given the company you keep, it would have been easy enough to pay a couple of brigands to take you when the Bonny Lass was in port." She looked up again, her look frankly assessing. "If I weren't afraid they'd taste my prize," she said possessively, "I might have done so already."
A muscle pulsing in the cut of her jaw, Nikki shook her head. "Without my crew to hold over my head, I'd have fought you." The growling claim was belied by the tiny whimper that escaped her lips a tiny beat later as warm breath and warmer lips touched the front of her pants, heating a trail down into the already burning flesh.
"No," her captor disagreed as she continued pressing hot kisses over the smooth fabric, purposely teasing the other woman, "you'd have fought the desire to surrender...to let someone else have even the tiniest measure of power over you, just like you are now." Slim fingers found the double row of buttons that closed the front of tight, black trousers, easily slipping them free as she pressed soft kisses to newly revealed flesh.
When she looked up again, Nikki couldn't resist the urge to touch and curved long fingers into the other woman's thick fall of auburn hair, toying with the silky strands even as the rough warmth of the brunette's tongue darted into the faint indentation of her navel. Despite that tiny, almost instinctive bit of surrender, the privateer shook her head in denial when she realized the other woman was watching her closely. "This makes you just like Fenner," she spat in a last ditch stand to regain control over the situation, any plans to sweetly convert the other woman to her cause forgotten in the heat of the moment. "Happy enough to take whatever you want just because you want it."
Green eyes narrowed, but Helen refused to be baited. "You know better than that," she drawled, intent gaze rising to draw Nikki's eyes down, not allowing her to look away. "This began a long time ago." She slipped her hands down from slim hips, massaging the work-worn muscles of the privateer's thighs with smooth strokes. "And we've chased each other around these islands for two years now, both determined never to be the first to give ground," she breathed, "using sailing ships for foreplay, and swords for...well, the obvious of course." She leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting across Nikki's flat belly. "Personally, I'm tired of the proxies." She caught a fold of smooth skin between her teeth, nipping lightly before brushing her tongue soothingly over the area. A moment later, she moved on, feathering kisses over the scratch her men had left, soothing the minor hurt.
Nikki groaned softly as those silky lips trailed on and she felt lightly callused fingers tug the waistband of her trousers aside to make way for the warmth of Stewart's mouth as she followed the line of her hip. Soft kisses and tiny nips fell on the faint jut of her pelvic bone as agile fingers continued to work her trouser buttons free to ease the fabric aside. A few seconds later, she gasped as though someone had locked a tight band of pressure around her ribs as her captor's lips followed the sharp vee of her abdominals downward, then her tongue just barely brushed the beginning of dark curls. Despite her best intentions to remain apart from what was happening, Wade tightened her hold on the pirate's hair, threading long fingers through the auburn mane. Her trouser's slid a little lower and so did that teasing tongue, just barely brushing the soft hair guarding her sex.
Pleasure so intense it threatened to burn out her entire synaptic network flared behind tightly closed brown eyes, only to end abruptly as Helen pulled away and pressed her cheek against a hard thigh thigh, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Tell me to stop, and I will," she groaned, her own voice thick with arousal.
Nikki shook her head unsteadily, unable to summon the strength of will to refuse the intense pleasure, shuddering as a neatly trimmed fingernail rasped against the fabric molded over her left thigh.
"Perhaps I should reverse that," Nikki's captor mused aloud, her eyes glimmering wickedly while an evil little smile played over full lips, "and make you tell me not to stop," she threatened.
Swallowing hard, Nikki shook her head in denial. "Don't," she pleaded, only to have her voice trail off into an uncontrollable groan as slender hands tugged her trousers lower to make the path easier for her mouth and darting tongue.
Stewart dipped her tongue into soft flesh, stroking firmly enough to make her prisoner whimper helplessly. "Don't what," she demanded between silky kisses, "make you admit how much you want this?" Another deep stroke forced another low groan from her captive.
Nikki's head tipped back on her shoulders, fingers clenching so hard in silky hair it had to hurt as the rough warmth pressed into soft folds, the slow strokes sending wild pulses of sensation through her. "God," she groaned helplessly, sweat beading on her skin as Helen continued the delicate caresses. She shouldn't want this, and she sure as hell shouldn't enjoy it so much, but she couldn't seem to resist the dark temptation.
And then the slow caresses stopped, drawing a frustrated cry. Muscles rippling with tension, Nikki drew her captor's head up, the look in her eyes pleading. She flinched as she saw the raw determination in the other woman's gaze and sensed what she intended. "Don't," she breathed, the anger draining out of her voice to be replaced by a kind of desperation.
A callused thumb stroked Nikki's hip lightly as her captor stared up at her, a confident smile curving her lips. She was in complete control of the situation and she knew it. "Trust me...just a little," she whispered, her breath teasing overheated flesh.
Every muscle in Nikki's body trembled with the need to resist the soft command, while her body raged with feverish need, leaving her caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. She hated the bloody navy with a passion. They claimed to be all moral and upright, but were really no better, and in many instances considerably worse than the pirates they chased. And yet when she looked into sea green eyes, she didn't see brutish desire or cruelty. She saw a woman strong and every bit as determined as herself, one who appealed to her in so many ways.
Something almost sympathetic gleamed in eyes so deep and clear, Wade thought she might drown in them. "Difficult, isn't it," the naval captain whispered, "giving in? I realize it would be so much easier for you if I were the one in manacles."
Dark eyes slid closed as the memory of exactly that fantasy slid through Nikki. She'd intended on being the one in command during their next meeting, and if she was honest, she'd planned on winding up exactly where they were headed, except she'd expected to be the one in control.
A soft, knowing laugh snapped the privateer back to the present and she felt a flush heat her cheeks.
"In fact," Helen continued quietly, "I'd wager that was your plan if your little trap had worked." She peered expectantly up at her prisoner until finally Nikki tipped her head to one side in acknowledgment.
"Possibly," the taller woman admitted.
"No possibly about it," her captor laughed softly, then winked. "So just lie back and think of me." Then her lips reclaimed the soft flesh she'd momentarily surrendered. She teased and toyed until Nikki was breathing hard, her chest heaving, knees shaking. And then she stopped, her voice a husky murmur as she commanded. "Now tell me what you want."
Her blood running hot, body trembling with need, Nikki couldn't resist the siren's call any longer. The scales tipped and her head fell back on her shoulders, her voice a melding of surrender and triumph as she whispered, "Don't stop."
A soft chuckle floated around Nikki's head as she was rewarded with the press of the silky lips and a rough-wet tongue, stroking deftly, drawing tiny cries and leaving her weak and trembling. Before long she was standing at the edge of a precipice, her body limp and ready to tumble over when the seductive kisses stopped. A pleading whimper escaped full lips and she shook her head as she felt her captor's sweetly mastering tongue draw up the length of her body, following curves and hollows as she stood. Nikki blinked dazedly, looking down at the smaller woman, her eyes glazed with need, confused by the abrupt denial when her body was screaming for more. "Wha'?" she groaned.
A slender hand landed in the middle of the brunette's chest, pushing solidly until she slid to her knees before her captor.
Swallowing hard, Nikki stared up at Helen, her expression pleading, uncertain what the other woman wanted. "Please," she begged raggedly, her desperation drawing a slow smile across full lips.
Helen petted brunette hair tenderly, smoothing it back from her prisoner's forehead. "I think it's time to share the pleasure a little," she whispered, her own body vibrating with need. When Nikki only stared uncertainly, her captor drew a finger over her face and down, outlining her lips in soft strokes. "I want your mouth," she whispered, her voice low and commanding. "And if you please me ... maybe I'll let you have your own satisfaction."
Shaking hands rose to find the front of the naval officer's breeches, the need making the task that much harder as Wade freed the buttons, pressing her lips against the soft flesh revealed as she worked. She felt as much as heard the low groan that vibrated through her captor and felt a surge of sensual power as strong fingers worked into her hair, clinging spasmodically. The pirate wasn't in as much control as she tried to pretend.
Needing more of the tempting power over the other woman, Nikki pushed the breeches down, and leaned deeper into damper flesh. Every stroke a combination of pleading and demanding, she pressed her tongue deep, losing herself in the heat and taste of her lover, the sound of harsh breathing and increasingly needy moans a symphony to her ears. She felt Helen tremble violently and the quiver in her thighs as hungry caresses went deeper, and rough strokes gained strength. Pressing her advantage, she fluttered soft kisses, then flicked her tongue with enough force to send a shudder through the other woman. In an instant, the prisoner became the captor.
But she needed more, the position denying her enough access, and she raised her hands to slim hips, then twisted, muscles flexing as she toppled the officer to the deck, cushioning her fall with her hands and dropping her onto the thick silk rug that covered much of the floor in her cabin.
"No," Helen gasped, fingers tightening in thick, chestnut hair as if she could retake control of the situation, but it was too late for that. Nikki needed to lose herself in silky flesh and the power it gave her, needed her captor's orgasm even more than she needed her own at that point. Thrusting her still bound hands up to brace them on Helen's torso, she buried her mouth in the throbbing, overheated flesh between firm thighs, stroking with her tongue to draw and spread thick moisture, then working the swollen bud she found. She felt Helen tremble every time her tongue strummed the tiny bit of taut flesh, heard her panting groans and felt the strength in hands that fought to retake control.
"No," the pirate gasped at last, dragging hard on thick, brunette hair, forcing her captive's head up. Stewart was breathing hard, her skin flushed and damp with sweat, eyes glazed with arousal. "Your crew," she gasped as a reminder when Nikki would have fought her hold, struggling to regain control over herself as well as the situation. "This isn't about you being in charge."
Wade's breath came in gasping pants, her need to finish what she'd started bordering on compulsion. "Please," she begged, holding herself back by only the thinnest of threads when she knew she could overpower the other woman and take what she wanted.
Helen reached out, stroking damp lips, a hard shiver rattling her frame when a rough tongue darted out to stroke her fingertip. "Such a pretty, pink tongue," she drawled.
"I'd rather put it to other uses," the normally-commanding sea captain groaned on a pleading note.
The naval captain outlined soft lips with the tip of her finger, pulling back when her captive would have wrapped her lips around the exploring digit. "Enough to have me ride it?" she whispered.
Nikki nodded unsteadily, her submission drawing a smile from her captor.
Helen leaned back on the rug, her look commanding. "Then get up, finish stripping ... lie on my bed and wait for me."
Trembling hard, Captain Wade found her feet, quickly stripping off her boots and pants and throwing them aside, almost painfully aware of the dark eyes watching her every move. She started to fight with her blouse and vest, but with her wrists manacled, there was little she could do.
"Leave them," her captor ordered as she realized the problem. "Just lie down."
Trembling helplessly, Nikki stretched out on the large bunk, waiting uncertainly until she heard the soft sounds of movement and Helen appeared beside the bed. The other woman shrugged out of the remains of her shirt, tossing it aside, then smiled down at her prisoner, reaching out to stroke her arm lightly. "Your hands," she instructed, and Nikki held her bound wrists up, surprised to find them released. She started to reach for the other woman, but the other woman shook her head. "I don't think so," she whispered, pressing Wade's nearest wrist down into the mattress. Her mouth turned upward in a sensual smile. "To the victor, the spoils..." Before Nikki quite knew what was happening she found her wrist bound to a shackle hanging from the bedpost. "Now the other one," the captain of the Star of the Sea instructed.
Wade swallowed uncertainly, the hunger to touch and caress rather than any great desire to escape driving her. "Please," she whispered. "You don't need them."
"But I rather like them," Stewart drawled, one eyebrow rising suggestively toward her hairline, the slow smile that made its way across her lips leaving her enemy trembling. "At least for now." Her tone and expression made it apparent that no other option was open for consideration.
Still, Nikki didn't move, the urge to resist nearly outweighing the erotic need coursing through her blood.
A russet eyebrow rose another notch as Stewart stared down at her prisoner. "Of course, if you prefer, I can have several members of my crew come in and help."
"You wouldn't," Nikki hissed.
A smile snaked across full lips. "Be assured, I will do what it takes," her captor assured her. She winked. "Now, be a good girl, and do as you're told."
The battle of wills lasted a long moment, until finally Nikki held her arms up. Tension rippled through her a second later as Helen leaned across her, full breasts skimming over her skin while she finished latching the cuff in place. Finished, the naval captain didn't immediately straighten, instead choosing to enjoy the chance explore the pale flesh revealed by her prisoner's open shirt and vest. Soft kisses and slow caresses moved this way and that, laying claim with every brush of a finger or stroke of a rough tongue until Nikki Wade barely knew which direction was up. Her breath coming in ragged pants, body writhing as she strained against the bonds, sweat beading on fine flesh.
Finally, Helen pushed up on her hands, staring down at pale curves with a wicked smile. "What a pretty playground I've captured for myself," she drawled and trailed a finger down the center of Nikki's chest and abdomen, watching as muscles jumped and rippled in its wake. "But I think you're still a bit overdressed."
Nikki tensed when her captor drew a knife from a nearby chest, the blade glinting in the flickering candlelight. "What are you-" Had she been tricked her into cooperating in her own demise?
"Don't worry," Helen breathed, and brushed another kiss over the center of her lover's chest. "You're in no danger."
The dull edge of chill steel kissed silky flesh, running against her arms as her shirt and vest were sliced away with quick, economical movements.
"See," Helen stroked a high cheekbone with amazingly gentle fingers, "you'll always be safe with me." Then she flicked the knife away with an artfully careless motion, throwing it across the room to embed deeply in the far wall. "Now, where were we?" she drawled and began fluttering kisses lower on sleek curves. Faintly callused fingers teased the top of Nikki's thigh, running in concentric circles and drawing closer to silky heat. "Oh, I remember now."
Brown eyes slid closed while slim hips arched and rolled in search of more contact. "What are you doing to me?" Nikki groaned helplessly. She was supposed to be the defiant smuggler and privateer, defiant of authority, always in control of herself and the situation. For the first time in a very long time, she seemed to have no say over either.
Again that wicked smile, then the hand resting a little above Nikki's knee slid higher, skating over her inner thigh, then higher still. "This," the King's officer said triumphantly as graceful fingers momentarily cupped silky hair and flesh before pressing deep.
Exhaling a sharp gasp, Nikki's whole body seemed to spasm and arch off the narrow pallet in the blind search for more. Then almost as quickly as it began, the sweet possession was over and damp fingers were moving over her skin, leaving slick trails in their wake.
"But first," Helen whispered near a delicate ear, "you have a task to finish." She laid a slow kiss onto full lips, toying with her prisoner's mouth until they were both breathless and trembling. "Remember?"
"Yes," Nikki groaned.
"Good girl." Her lover rewarded her with another soul-stealing kiss before pulling away. Soft rustling sounds echoed through the small room as flesh was revealed and the last trappings of the King's Royal Navy were discarded. "That's better," Helen murmured as she stretched and resettled herself, then crawled onto the narrow pallet to kneel beside her new lover. "Now tell me what you'd do to please me," she commanded, her voice a husky, passion-driven rasp.
"Anything...everything," Nikki whimpered, her body an agonized mass of arousal.
"Not enough, love," her captor breathed and stroked the underside of her chin. "I want details," she explained, then nipped the sharp cut of Nikki's jaw.
She'd already given way on so many levels, that oddly enough, this was the easiest. She'd never been one to keep her erotic fantasies back from a lover, and as improbable as it should have been, this woman was her lover now. Without planning, she began talking, holding nothing back, her voice a running litany of erotic promises and suggestions, no detail too intimate, no description too explicit.
"Very well done," Helen praised at last. She laid the softest of kisses on wanton lips. "You've earned your prize." Another slow kiss and then she pushed up on her knees, repositioning herself, but still keeping Nikki's reward just out of reach.
"Please," the brunette begged, turning her head and arching up to flutter kisses along the taut line of muscle that ran up her lover's inner thigh. Caught up in the give and take of power, some part of her she'd never even known existed had taken over, driving her to please her mistress and in so doing, take command, even bound as she was. "Let me...serve you...."
"Yes," and then Helen sank down and Nikki was engulfed in silky curls and velvet flesh, heat and wet, the flavors and textures of sex and want filling her senses. She nuzzled in, stroking and tasting, curling her tongue around tightly swollen flesh, thrilling to the hard tremors that shook the woman kneeling above her, vibrating in time with the responsive moans that filled the room.
"Please...." the softly spoken plea filled the moist and heated air, Helen's tone sliding over into begging as the balance of power shifted.
Turning her head, Nikki bit a taut inner thigh lightly, then suctioned with fierce strength, leaving her mark. Then she was buried in heat and wet again, feeling the quiver and tremor of intimate flesh. So close. She could feel triumph looming. Helen was almost hers. Struggling to get closer, she fought the chains, pulling and straining at the manacles.
Still straining, she couldn't contain a moan of excitement as she felt the bed shift, the press of hands pushing into the mattress near her hips followed by the brush of lips, teeth, and tongue on intimate flesh. A flash of pleasure so intense it was almost painful sent a spasm through the bound woman, jarring her entire body, and sending ripples through every muscle. Tightly coiled pleasure exploded behind her eyelids with painful delight and she jerked her arms violently, felt the staple binding them to the wall give way. Burying her mouth even deeper in silky flesh, she yanked her arms down, grabbing for the body above her own to haul it close, her body exploding with pure pleasure as she felt her lover quiver and moan and tasted...
Her pillow.
Blinking in confusion, Nikki sat up abruptly, throwing aside the pillow clutched in her arms.
She peered at the otherwise empty bunk in open amazement.
She was alone.
She ran her tongue along the edge of her teeth. Cottonmouth was one thing, but this was ridiculous. Throwing off the blanket and swinging her legs over the side of the mattress, Nikki sat, head down, utterly breathless in the aftermath of the dream, still half asleep, but achingly, painfully, desperately aroused. God, Helen would probably have a good laugh if she had any idea just how successful her little bit of revenge had been. She ran a shaking hand over her hair, scraping it back from her brow. God knew, she had her share of erotic dreams. Locked away from anything approaching a normal sex life, every prisoner did. However, her dreams weren't usually so incredibly visceral. Her lover definitely managed to trigger something with her teasing comments. She'd never thought of herself as especially submissive, but ... well ... apparently there were a few interesting fantasies hidden in her psyche.
Finally, she pushed to her feet, massaging her lower back as she stumbled over to the sink. She didn’t intend to look at her reflection in the dull, polished-steel mirror, but the hollow-eyed woman staring back at her refused to be ignored.
She'd never been good at celibacy, but she'd learned the skill in prison only to have it completely undone by her relationship with Helen.
Staggering back to bed, she sat heavily, wishing she had some way of calling her lover. Then again, even the sound of that rich, Scottish burr would probably push her into doing something enormously stupid. She worked a hand through her hair, ending the ruffling pass with a slow massage at the back of her neck where corded tendons had pulled spring-steel taut.