Storytime: Pirate's Pleasure: Mark II -- Part 4/5
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: 4
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 4
She was still sitting there like that when an almost preternatural awareness slid through her. Dark eyes swung toward her cell door, and sharp ears pricked, listening for any unfamiliar sound among the normal noises that permeated the cell block.
Nothing.
And yet....
She pushed to her feet, her steps perfectly silent as she drew almost close enough to touch her cell door. There was nothing to indicate anything abnormal. No sounds, no shadows, no sense of movement. Which meant she had quite possibly finally lost her mind because she couldn't resist the sense that she wasn't alone. "Helen?" Low, hopeful, possibly slightly mad, her voice echoed faintly in the small room.
No answer.
Nikki leaned her forehead against the cool steel surface of the door. She was finally losing it. A fact which only seemed to be confirmed by the fact that she felt the need to echo that sentiment aloud. "I'm finally losing my mind." She took a breath, exhaled it in a slow-motion babble. "Dreaming about sailing ships and sword fights...bloody pirates and being ravished...utterly barking mad." She was still musing on the clear loss of her sanity when a low murmur, slightly muffled through the thick door, reached her ears.
"Thank god I'm not the only one."
Nikki's chin snapped up. "Helen?" Her voice was thicker than normal and she couldn’t help but remember the swashbuckling image of the smaller woman from her dream. A long moment of silence followed, leaving Nikki to wonder if the other woman had walked away. "Please, don't go," she pleaded a little frantically. "Don't leave me alone like this."
"I shouldn't be here," came the husky, emotion thick response.
"But you are," Nikki whispered. "And I...I can't bear the thought of another night alone. Not when all I can dream about is you...and your damn pirate movies."
Another long moment of silence.
"You captured me...and ravished me...like some maiden in a cheesy bodice ripper." It was easier saying things like this with the door between them. It made for an oddly anonymous feel to the whole confession. "And I loved every minute of it." She could have sworn she heard the softest of moans. "Helen?"
"You're not the only one," the Scottish woman responded at last. "You were a pirate...you wanted me...took and entire ship just to get ... me...."
Nikki swallowed hard, brain spinning with lust. "Open the door, Helen, just this once," she pleaded.
"Nikki, I...it's not... we shouldn't...." Helen kept starting and not finishing her rejections.
"Helen, please," Nikki begged again, her body aching in all the ways only her lover could assuage.
More long moments of breathless, tense silence, and then suddenly Nikki felt her heart start to beat again as she heard the sound of the key in the lock and the bolt being thrown. She stepped back from the door, making way as Helen pushed it open and slipped inside.
Swallowing hard, Nikki stood paralyzed for a long moment as she allowed herself to truly take in her lover. Helen looked as good as she ever had, her hair sleep tumbled, her dark suit faintly rumpled. Clearly she hadn't been home. Another hard swallow as Nikki found herself contemplating the taste of the soft skin available if she just peeled away a few layers of cloth.
"Nikki, I--" Helen started to speak, but Nikki lay gentle fingers over full lips, effectively silencing her.
"Lock the door," the taller woman whispered, then trembled a moment later as the sound of the bolt being thrown echoed through the room a second time. Dark eyes slid closed and she wavered on her feet, her voice uncharacteristically weak. "Please," she begged, every cell in her body aching to be touched. "Just this once..." she opened her eyes again, "...need me as much as I need you."
A frown sketched its way across Helen's forehead and full lips rounded. "Oh, Nikki," the Scottish woman breathed and reached out, tracing a gentle path along the sharp cut her lover's jaw. "I do need you."
"Not like this...soft and gentle," Nikki exhaled, amazed at her own temerity. "Like in the dream...desperate, hungry...like nothing and no one else will do."
A hint of a frown, then a slow nod as comprehension sank in. For once, Helen didn't argue or question right and wrong. Instead, she turned and relocked the cell door, leaving the key in place so it couldn't easily be unlocked, then she reached up, slipping a hand behind Nikki's neck and pulling her head down. Raw, hungry, demanding, her mouth moving against her lover's, the kiss an uncompromising expression of need. As it went on, she dropped her hands, finding the soft fabric of her lover's tank top. Curling her fingers into the soft, well-worn fabric she started to push it off, but Nikki broke from the kiss, her eyes glazed and her voice breathless.
"You tore it in my dream," she croaked, then a beat later added, "Do it."
Helen ripped, tearing the thin fabric down the center, the ragged sound making both woman tremble with awareness. She slowly spread tattered cloth -- a hint of a smile touching her lips as she noted that Nikki was braless -- then leaned forward, brushing her lips against the soft skin in the valley between her breasts. A hint of salt and perfume teased her senses, the unique flavor of Nikki's skin flowing over her tongue.
Tipping her head back on her shoulders, Nikki sank into the sensual pleasure, hands brushing over Helen's hair, then along the breadth of her shoulders and down the length of her arms, losing herself in the sensual pleasure of the contact. Knees weak, she leaned against the door at her back, her knees little more than jelly, hands sliding over her lover's hair in mindless caresses. She let out a soft groan of disappointment long moments later, when Helen trailed up to kiss the side of her neck, then pulled away.
"My turn," the wing governor whispered near Nikki's ear and caught her hands, directing them to her chest.
Nikki cupped the firm weight of full breasts, using her thumbs to tease already swollen nipples. She slid her hands up, helping Helen slide out of her blazer, then trailed her hands back down, quickly wrenching delicate buttons free, careless when several popped off and went rattling across the floor. She half expected a sharp reprimand, but Helen just groaned softly and tipped her head back, inviting soft caresses and wandering kisses. Ducking her head, Nikki took full advantage of the opportunity, exploring soft flesh with hungry lips and tongue.
Groaning low in her throat, Helen caught midnight hair in her grasp and tugged her lover's head up until their mouths met and blended. She couldn't contain a hard shiver as an agile hand continued exploring and stroking her body.
Wanting to share her pleasure, Helen dropped her hands to her lover's hips slipping her fingertips under the loose waistband of her pajamas, spreading them over her lower back and into the vee shaped indentation that flared into her tight derriere. "Mmm, nice," she praised through the heady kiss, chuckling softly when Nikki groaned an automatic, "Thank you." Not bothering with further comment, Helen dragged the hands tucked in Nikki's waistband around to the front, dipping deeper until her fingers just barely brushed the edge of soft hair. So close. She felt a shiver of awareness make its way down her spine and heat gather and coalesce. Feeling the shift in Nikki's breathing, she looked up and saw the heat burning in her lover's gaze. Smiling, she eased a hand even deeper, combing her fingers lightly through silky curls.
Already rigid stomach muscles tightened into a concave and a shudder slid through Nikki as she leaned more firmly against the door at her back to keep from going down. "Easy," she groaned, already so aroused she was a little afraid she wouldn't last more than a second or two if things continued the way they were going.
Helen chuckled softly. "Don’t worry," she whispered, turning her head to rest her chin on Nikki's chest. "I plan on taking my time." Having made the decision to open the door, she wasn't going to waste the opportunity.
Nikki shivered and nodded, swallowing hard to moisten her suddenly dry throat. "Great minds think alike." She tugged the smaller woman into a hungry kiss that only deepened as the seconds ticked by. "I wish I could take you to a proper bedroom," she whispered when their mouths finally parted. "with the biggest damn bed in the world."
She was startled when Helen braced a hand on her chest and urged her toward the narrow bed that sat along one wall of her cell. "Ship's bunks generally aren't very large...not even in the captain's cabin," she teased, then snatched another kiss before grabbing the tattered remains of Nikki's shirt and giving a hearty shove.
Startled by her lover's unusual assertiveness, Nikki toppled to the bed, and lay there staring up at Helen with a stunned expression. "Who are you, and what have you done with Helen Stewart?"
A sensual grin curved full lips. "Silence, wench," Helen said, her voice a throaty growl. Green eyes slid over Nikki's lanky frame with the intensity of an actual caress. "And I've a mind to be ravishing the beautiful maiden caught in my clutches," she proclaimed as she peeled her blouse and bra off and tossed them aside with a theatrical flourish, then quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes before dropping on top of her lover when she made as if to flee.
"Unhand me, you foul blackguard," Nikki ordered through her giggles. It was thoroughly and completely ludicrous, but it felt so damn good to indulge in a little fantasy that she couldn't resist.
"I said, silence, wench," Stewart ordered, which only drew more giggles. She knelt on the edge of the mattress, giving her lover her most commanding glare. "You belong to the Bonny Stewart now...and I'll have a taste of what I've stolen."
They wrestled momentarily, both laughing breathlessly, until Helen pressed Nikki's hands firmly into the mattress and stretched out above her, bare chests molded together. "Oh no, wench, you'll not be escaping my clutches," she teased, and kissed her lover, tongue demanding entrance, the movement of her lips rough and eager. When the kiss finally broke, she trailed her lips down Nikki's throat, biting softly, then dipped her tongue into the hollow at the base. "And the first thing I'll be wantin' from me beautiful prisoner is an honest accounting of just what she dreamed about me."
Caught by surprise, Nikki blinked, her mouth momentarily working silently. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as she realized what her lover was asking. "You ... uh ... you want me to...tell me what I...." She fell silent, both aroused and a little embarrassed by the idea. She'd never been one to hide her feelings, but admitting the details of some hopelessly cliched dream wasn't quite the same. "Are you certain about this?" she asked, rather hoping Helen would move on to more physical delights.
Helen offered a wicked grin, pinning Nikki's wrists more firmly to the bed as she slowly thrust herself against the woman beneath her, making for a total body caress that left them both shaking. "Yup ... every ... lusty ... bawdy ... word ... of ... it," she demanded, dropping light kisses along the faint rise of Nikki's collarbone between the softly spoken words.
Nikki's blush deepened. "Helen, you can't seriously--"
"Aye, yes, I can," her lover corrected as she pushed up on her hands, still playing the part of the kidnapping pirate, judging by the rakish grin she directed at Nikki. She ducked her head, lips wrapping softly around a swollen nipple, then Nikki shivered as she felt the brush of sharp teeth. Another slow thrust dragged her entire body against her captive's and left them both trembling. "I wanna hear every bit of it." She looked up, eyes turning dark with desire. "Every ... last ... little ... detail." She dropped her chin again, dragging her tongue over soft skin. "Now!" she barked when Nikki still didn't answer. "Or I'll see the other prisoner's pay for your defiance."
Sculpted brows rose as Nikki's blush deepened another shade. "Promise me Shel will be first in line," she drawled, neatly parrying the request to gain herself some time.
Russet brows drew together in a frown. "You make a good, old-fashioned ravishing difficult," Helen complained.
"Well, it's just..." Nikki began, then changed tacks. "Why don't you go first," she challenged.
It was Helen's turn to blush, the deep stain crawling over her cheekbones. "Because the prisoner doesn't interrogate the pirate, the pirate interrogates the prisoner," she riposted neatly.
Nikki's teeth gritted with annoyance. Fair point. However.... A grin lifted her lips even as she twisted her wrists neatly in Helen's grip, and yanked free. She instantly dropped her hands to Helen's shoulders, muscles flexing as pushed solidly. Startled by the sudden show of resistance, Helen tumbled to one side and suddenly found herself on the bottom of the pile as Nikki straddled her hips and pressed her wrists into the mattress above her head. "It seems to me there was more than one pirate fantasy mentioned," the taller woman drawled, then leaned down to snatch a quick kiss from lips still parted from uttering a startled yelp. "And since you're now on the bottom, I really think you should go first." Full lips parted in a broad grin as Helen's flush deepened.
"Clever," the brunette growled, then grinned as she braced herself to return the favor.
The wrestling match that followed was gently done, but intense enough to have them both breathing hard. Before it was over, Nikki found herself on the bottom once again, her wrists bound up in the remains of her tank top and fastened to metal headboard. Glaring up at what Helen had managed to accomplish during their brief, erotically-charged tussle, she said a very bad word.
Laughing softly, Helen ducked her head and snatched another quick kiss. "Which is a sure sign my beautiful prisoner has lost the fight, if not her will," she teased, then nipped the point of Nikki's chin. "However, I think it's time I collect on my prize." She trailed her lips along Nikki's cheek and wound up nibbling on her ear. "Every word of it," she commanded through a throaty chuckle. "Or of course I could leave you like this," she said, changing tacks when Nikki didn't immediately respond.
"You wouldn't," her lover hissed.
Green eyes twinkled with wicked lights. "Wanna make a bet?" she challenged. They both knew she wasn't talking about the impromptu hog-tying. That she would undo. The threat was to satisfaction, not body.
Nikki strained against the impromptu bindings. If she could just get on loose, she could show Helen a few things....
Unfortunately, it quickly became apparent that Helen had her thoroughly trussed up. She cursed again, though, if pressed, she would have had to admit there was something erotic as hell about it all. She just hated losing. She sighed softly. Okay, so she could sit and throb the night away, or....
Exhaling a soft sigh, Nikki accepted she'd lost this round, though she planned on getting her own bit of revenge on the smaller woman before it was over. "You were a captain King's navy," she said at last, her voice sharp and faintly accusatory as she added, "serving a very corrupt governor." Black brows rose faintly. "Whereas I was a sort of Robin Hood. Y'know, steal from the rich, spend wisely."
Helen couldn't withhold a grin. Even in her fantasies, Nikki couldn't follow the rules. "Go on." When Nikki didn't immediately continue, she leaned down, nibbling on a tender earlobe, her voice a husky throb as she told her prisoner all the things she wanted to do with and to her...but only once she had her surrender.
Dark eyes narrowed faintly as Nikki murmured, "You're an evil woman," with a touch of awe in her voice.
Helen grinned. "We corrupt officers of the King can be like that."
A hint of a wry smile touched full lips upward in spite of any temptation to be annoyed or embarrassed as Nikki accepted she'd lost this one. "You'd been hunting me...trying to arrest me," she began, carefully trying to keep her voice flat and clinical. "But I tried to turn the tables on you...take you instead..." Maintaining the neutral tone became a considerable challenge when Helen trailed soft kisses down the arch of her throat and along the curve of her shoulder. "We ... uh ... we fought ... and well...." She trailed off purposefully, the bland tone trailing off into a gasp as a rough tongue teased the inner curve of her breast. Hopefully, that would satisfy the other woman and get this exercise in discomfort over with so they could move on to other things. Far more pleasant things.
Helen pushed up on one hand, grinning lazily down at Nikki as she stroked a swollen nipple with her thumb. "I'm guessing I won," she teased, refusing to let the subject drop.
A sculpted eyebrow rose high on Nikki's forehead. "Yes," she ground out, a dull flush crawling over her cheeks, "you won ... not that I surrendered or anything," she added defensively. Even when it came to her dreams, she hated losing.
"I never thought you did," Helen assured her, well aware of the other woman's competitive side. Her lips closed momentarily on a puckered nipple and she swirled her tongue gently, drinking in the soft moan that vibrated through her lover's chest. After a long moment, she pushed up on one hand. "So what happened then?"
Nikki's blush only deepened. She'd been hoping Helen would be distracted enough to forget that line of questioning. No such luck. "You had me brought before you in chains," she admitted under duress.
Her grin broadening a notch, Helen trailed a single fingertip down the center of her lover's torso, enjoying the leap and play of taut muscle. She leaned close, nibbling on Nikki's earlobe, her voice a teasing whisper. "I think you liked it."
Unable to contain a tiny groan, Nikki shifted restlessly under Helen's explorations, embarrassed by the nature of her fantasies even though Helen's had apparently been somewhat similar. "It was..." she panted, trailing off uncertainly when she couldn't come up with the right word.
"Tell me," Helen prompted, running her teeth down the length of her lover's throat while her hand skated lower on her torso, stroking and caressing velvety flesh. When Nikki didn't continue, she pushed up on one hand, a wicked smile curving her lips. "I still have all that paperwork to finish," she threatened.
Nikki frowned. She wouldn't ... couldn't.... But then again, Helen's self-control could be pretty impressive ... certainly moreso than her own. All those years of bad sex and celibacy, she supposed, had developed some capacity for self denial in the other woman. Or maybe it was just that Helen was made of sterner stuff than most people. "Don't ... you ... dare ... or ... I ... will ... hurt ... you," she growled and flashed her most intimidating look.
Helen grinned, reaching up to toy with the makeshift bindings wrapped around her lover's wrists. "Big talk from the one who's all tied up," she teased and pushed up on her hands, making as if to leave.
"Helen, I mean it," Nikki whined, a little panicked by the idea of being left trussed up and half crazed with lust until Helen deigned to do something about it.
Her lover's grin broadened a notch, one eyebrow twitching upward as she pushed upright and sat back on her heels. "Yes, m'love?" she drawled, folding her arms loosely across her chest, making it obvious that she wasn't going to move forward without quite a bit more surrender.
Nikki pulled on the jerry-rigged bonds, muscles rippling with effort all to no avail. Unfortunately, Helen was apparently rather good at knot-tying. She made an annoyed sound in the back of her throat, gnawing on her lower lip and twisting her head to peer up at her own wrists as she considered the problem. She yelped when Helen suddenly leaned forward again, hands braced on the mattress on either side of her torso to take her weight. One eyebrow rose sharply, giving her a distinctly piratical air.
"Spill the details ... or suffer the consequences," she murmured, her voice low and intent, playing her role with abandon.
She wasn't kidding, Nikki realized in a rush. She'd do it. She'd actually do it. Her response was softly uttered, but decidedly obscene.
Helen's grin only widened, showing gleaming, white teeth.
Nikki growled another low curse, then sighed heavily. "It was erotic," she ground out.
Helen ducked her head, trailing her tongue down the length of Nikki's throat, rewarding her for the admission, but not too much. She was going to have to do better for that. "What else?" she growled, her voice vibrating against soft flesh.
A low moan escaped Nikki's lips as sharp teeth edged along the curve of her jaw. "...and just a little frightening ... but...."
"Yes?" Helen pressed when Nikki trailed off again.
Dark eyes slid closed for a moment, a tiny moan escaping her parted lips as Helen caressed the curve of her hip and nibbled on the rise of her collarbone. "It was intense ... exciting," she croaked at last, taking a deep breath before continuing more honestly than she'd really planned, "I was aroused, but fighting it ... afraid of being out of control...."
Helen shifted, stretching out above her lover, one knee sliding between Nikki's, her weight supported on one hand. "Go on," she commanded, her voice low and husky as she ducked her head to draw her lips down the center of Nikki's chest.
"You seemed to know everything I was feeling...everything I wanted...."
Helen ducked her head, dusting soft kisses over Nikki's upper chest, then sharp incisors toyed with a swollen nipple, stroking and pulling gently as it stiffened even further. "And then?"
Nikki couldn't even begin to refuse this time. She was trapped in a silky web of submission and arousal that left her shaking with need. "You treated my wounds...then..."
"Tell me more," the brunette commanded when Nikki didn't continue.
"And then you made love to me...." Another soft groan overtook the bound woman's ability to speak.
"How?" Helen demanded, dragging her tongue over velvety skin to outline firm muscle.
"With your hands ... your mouth," Nikki gasped, her voice little more than a ragged shadow of itself. Her body rolling restlessly under the barrage of kisses and caresses, she fought the makeshift bindings on her wrists, eager not to escape, but to pull Helen closer. Harsh breathing turned to soft cries as her lover pushed her pajamas lower on her hips.
Helen eased a fine-boned hand inside the front of pants, fingers fluttering through silky curls, drawing closer to the damp heat tempting her. "And it excited you, didn't it?" she whispered as she dipped her tongue into the hollow of Nikki's navel. "Being forced?" Her fingers continued stroking soft flesh just out of range of the most intense heat. "Made you silky and wet?"
"Helen," Nikki gasped, her body moving with those gentle caresses even as she tried to ignore her own fantasies, embarrassed by the intensity of her response to the idea of being controlled, something she'd always resisted with a passion. Her breath caught a beat later as sharp teeth just barely brushed the curve of her hip, not biting but threatening.
"Tell me," her lover commanded.
"Yes," Nikki heard herself admitting, "it was...intense...."
"Good girl," Helen praised, sliding her other hand inside Nikki's waistband to ease her pants down another inch or two, stroking a lean hip as she moved. "Now, tell me the rest of it," she added on a commanding note.
Nikki's head tipped back on her shoulders, pressing into the pillows as she again tried to twist her wrists free.
"If you don't tell me, I might just have to slow things waaaayyyy down," Helen threatened, the softly spoken words sending a bolt of pure heat through Nikki as she unknowingly echoed the dream lover's tactics. "You've never handled denial well," she teased and flicked her tongue lower, drawing close to the dangling pants tie hanging loose on her lover's stomach.
"And when I was about to explode," Nikki admitted on a gasp, muscles pulling taut, sweat forming a thin sheen on her skin, "you made me kneel in front of you...serve you...with my mouth...." The confession melded into a low groan. She couldn't believe what she was saying -- what she was admitting to -- but she was lost in the game they were playing, making the unthinkable incredibly erotic and exciting.
It was Helen's turn with moan softly. "Then what?" she demanded, barely able to even form the words. "What was it like?"
Dark eyes slid closed as Nikki remembered the intensity of the dream; the desperation to retake control by forcing Helen to peak only to have her captor deny her that power, and the soul-ripping orgasm that had torn through her when Helen finally rewarded her service.
She didn't realize she'd described it aloud until a firm hand cupped her sex with possessive pressure and Helen whispered, "You liked it, didn't you?" She rolled the heal of her hand against the soft flesh in her possession, drawing a low moan from her captive. "Being out of control for once?"
"Yes," Nikki admitted against her will.
Helen seriously considered forcing her lover mimic the dream, but as she considered her own deep-seated ache, she concluded she simply didn't have the self control to carry it off. Besides, she was more interested in pleasing her lover at that precise moment. She pushed up on her knees, fingers curling into soft knit, applying just enough pressure to peel Nikki's pants off. Finished, she leaned forward, hands braced on either side of her lover's torso to take her weight as she offered a wicked smile. "I want to make you lose control again," she whispered, trailing the very tips of her fingers along a smooth thigh.
"Helen," Nikki groaned, utterly lost in the intense look directed her way, "what are you--"
Helen leaned forward and sharp teeth grazed Nikki's jaw. "Beg," she ordered as agile fingers combed through damp curls, teasing by drawing close, but not delivering the caresses she knew her lover wanted most. She leaned down, lips brushing the upper curve of full breasts, teeth playing lightly over velvety flesh.
"You're not really going to make me---" Nikki panted, then yelped as Helen bit the outer curve of her breast just hard enough to draw her attention without causing actual pain.
"Yes...I am," Helen disagreed. She raised an eyebrow as she peered at her lover. "You aren't in control this time." She pressed a light kiss between full breasts. "Now beg," she commanded again, her voice a low rasp as her breath played over soft skin.
"B-but I thought you'd make me-"
"You thought wrong," Helen breathed, then reached up, petting silky bangs with a gentle hand, then tucked a finger under Nikki's chin. "That would put you in control...and since the point is for you not to be in control...." She continued combing her fingers through soft hair, teasing silky outer folds, but delving no deeper.
Nikki gritted her teeth, body instinctively arching toward her lover's fingers only to find herself denied any deeper contact. "Helen," she groaned.
"Oh no," Stewart denied the implicit command in her lover's voice as she fluttered delicate kisses along the underside of Nikki's left breast and down the centerline of her abdomen. "Only after you beg." A moment later trailed butterfly kisses along the flare of her pelvis. A tiny bite on Nikki's hip drew a soft moan and Helen couldn't resist the urge to dip her fingers a little deeper into flesh that was silky-wet with arousal.
"No," Nikki groaned, unwilling to simply surrender. Her body was one giant, massive bundle of need ... but then there was that whole hating to lose thing.
Helen's lips pursed in mild disapproval. "You're making this difficult," she complained as she shifted, pressing slim thighs apart and settling into the space between them.
Nikki swallowed hard, looking down until she met her lover's gaze. "Isn't that the idea?" she gasped, her eyes dazed with need, hips rising and falling under Helen's hand, blindly seeking more contact. After all, the push-me-pull-you game between them only intensified things.
"Good point," Helen allowed, then trailed her tongue along the curve of her lover's pelvis until she brushed the edge of soft curls. A smile touched her mouth when slim hips instinctively bucked upward, but she pulled back, refusing to increase the contact just yet. "I guess that means I'll just have to make you," she breathed, her eyes gleaming with raw lust as she pressed her fingers deeper, dragging them slowly over aching flesh.
Her breath coming in rough pants, sweat turning her skin glossy, Nikki shook her head, lost in the wicked game they'd begun. "Never," she whispered defiantly, her body thrilling to Helen's answering laugh, hips rising to meet the fingers that slid into her body with controlled strength, riding with her slow thrusts to go only so deep and no deeper.
"That's a long time," Helen taunted, ducking her head to dust soft kisses over even softer hair. Nikki moved restlessly, instinctively fighting the bonds as graceful fingers parted delicate folds.
"I won't beg," the wing governor groaned, falling deeper into the game than she would have thought possible. Then Helen's tongue followed the same path her fingers had taken, and Nikki's head snapped back on her shoulders, slamming into the thick pile of pillows.
"Yes, you will," her lover disagreed confidently, fingers widening the spread of Nikki's sex to make way for her tongue. Sandpapery warmth explored, charting a sensual path over the erotic landscape. "You'll beg because you need it so badly you can't do anything else." She pressed her tongue inside her lover, going deep enough to feel the aroused clamp of powerful inner muscles, then slipped free, sliding up to swirl around her taut clitoris. The tiny bit of flesh quivered under her tongue, the skin smooth and taut, each stroke making Nikki moan and whimper. She continued the slow strokes, teasing and swirling her tongue round and round as she worked two fingers in and out.
"Helen," Nikki groaned, her entire body arching in search of more contact, flashfires of sensation going off all over her body.
"Beg," the brunette rasped.
Still a little in control, Nikki shook her head, uncertain whether she was really refusing or just couldn't stand the thought of letting it end. "No."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Helen admitted, fingers easing free of clinging heat as she turned her head to the side to nibble on Nikki's inner thigh. "You haven't earned it yet." She O'ed her lips against velvety flesh, purposely suctioning just hard enough to leave a tiny bruise. "I've marked you as mine now," she growled, looking up until her gaze locked with dark brown eyes. "My beautiful harem girl."
The velvet-soft rumble of sheer possession sent a wave of hot arousal coursing through Nikki, setting her nerve endings on fire with the intensity of phosphorous hitting oxygen. A faintly callused hand slid up, stroking the plain of her breasts and belly, continuing to touch even as Helen backed off of the most intense caresses, letting Nikki's need cool a degree or two. She could almost breathe again when that hand slid back down and she became aware of the faint texturing of Helen's fingertips as they stroked her most intimate flesh, then thrust inside. The gentle rasp was amazingly erotic, intensifying the sensation in ways she wouldn't have believed possible. Then Helen's tongue found her, licking softly, dipping inside, then working over swollen flesh.
Minutes passed as the ever-intensifying rhythm continued. Helen pushed Nikki to the brink, backed off a notch, then pushed her even farther, until she was straining desperately, her body writhing and twisting, small inarticulate sounds escaping her lips as sweat beaded on her skin. Each time the tempo slowed, Helen whispered, "Beg," but Nikki rejected it each time, first with words, then with barely controlled head shakes.
And each time Nikki refused to surrender, Helen backed off, lips and hands touching everywhere but where her lover most needed them, her voice a velvet caress as she demanded total capitulation. And each time, she was a little wilder when she began again, pushing her lover's need farther than she'd ever done before, then backing off without giving her any satisfaction.
Nikki whimpered, hips bucking, body completely lost in a near-painful level of arousal, her body a giant, throbbing ache. The fingers pressed deep into her body moved and worked, each thrust drawing a ragged gasp, while Helen's tongue lashed the very tip of her clitoris. A hard spasm shook her body, biceps knotting with desperation until she felt fabric tear. A sharp pulse of suction had her screaming and wrenching hard enough that she finally pulled one arm free. She yanked her newly freed arm down, grabbing for Helen's hair, desperate to pull her even closer. Instead, a strong hand caught her wrist, pressing it into the mattress near her hip, the imprisoning hold somehow more erotic than she would have imagined. And then sharp teeth rubbed over the supersensitive bud of her clitoris.
"Beg," Helen whispered, her voice a throaty, possessive growl that vibrated the swollen bundle of nerves.
Nikki couldn't hold back any longer. "Please," she groaned, spine bent into a deep arch, every muscle in her body taut as she hung on the precipice, almost there, but denied ultimate satisfaction.
"You're sure?" Helen taunted, purposely drawing the moment out and making her lover wait another moment, enjoying her power.
"Please, please, please," Nikki whispered, turning the entreaty into a barely audible prayer. It turned into a slow, soft gasp as Helen's lips and tongue returned to their task, drawing her need even tighter.
Then Helen's teeth were there again, scraping lightly, the caress gentle, but with an edge of controlled sensual danger that only intensified things.
Nikki would have screamed if she'd had any breath left or could have made her lungs work to draw a fresh one.
Another scraping caress was followed by a long, rough lick.
What swept over Nikki wasn't so much an orgasm as the sensual version of total, thermonuclear Armageddon that left Helen to ride her lover's bucking hips like a surfer trying to ride out a tsunami. Hand tight on Nikki's wrist, fingers deep in her body, lips, teeth, and tongue stroking her sex, Helen went with the rhythm, timing her caresses to keep Nikki on the knife's edge as long as possible. Drinking in every throb and soft moan, she kept stroking, setting off fresh flashfires of pleasure until finally her lover yanked her wrist free with desperate strength and pushed her back.
"No more," Nikki gasped, her hand shaking where it was braced against the top of Helen's head. She yanked and twisted in one motion, working her other wrist free and reaching down, fingers brushing tenderly through sweat-damp, brunette bangs. "I can't take any more."
Helen grinned, pushing up on one hand to brush a soft kiss to the top of her lover's thigh, then sliding up the length of the taller woman's body, lips dusting velvety flesh as she moved. "Sounds like my beautiful captive enjoyed her ravishing," she laughed triumphantly.
Collapsing into the mattress with an exhausted sigh, Nikki uttered a low groan. "You have no idea," she murmured, fingertips trailing over the soft curves that moved within her reach. Finally, Helen stretched out above her and they shared a slow kiss, the caress more tender than erotic.
Still breathless, Nikki lay boneless beneath Helen when the kiss broke. Summoning what little strength she had left, she reached up, hooking her hands behind her lover's neck, fingers working into silky hair. "My cruel captor does have something of a knack," she allowed, a grin sneaking through. She slid one hand around to stroke flushed cheeks and brush pale bangs out of Helen's eyes, noting the bright gleam of unsatisfied need. "Though she seems to have gotten herself into rather a state." Dark brown eyes tipped downward, taking in the rest of Helen's body and she shifted one thigh, pressing it against her lover's center, smiling wickedly as she felt Helen shudder under the firm pressure.
"God," the brunette groaned, her head falling forward against Nikki's shoulder. She pressed soft kisses against the inner curve of her lover's throat. "I ... uh ... not sure you should do that again," she admitted breathlessly, no longer the one in control. "I'm not ... uh ... well ... actually I'm very ... very close." Her own need in command now, Helen went from conquering captor to babbling idiot in a blink.
Author: Pink Rabbit Productions
Fandom: Bad Girls
Pairing: Nikki/Helen
Part: 4
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 4
She was still sitting there like that when an almost preternatural awareness slid through her. Dark eyes swung toward her cell door, and sharp ears pricked, listening for any unfamiliar sound among the normal noises that permeated the cell block.
Nothing.
And yet....
She pushed to her feet, her steps perfectly silent as she drew almost close enough to touch her cell door. There was nothing to indicate anything abnormal. No sounds, no shadows, no sense of movement. Which meant she had quite possibly finally lost her mind because she couldn't resist the sense that she wasn't alone. "Helen?" Low, hopeful, possibly slightly mad, her voice echoed faintly in the small room.
No answer.
Nikki leaned her forehead against the cool steel surface of the door. She was finally losing it. A fact which only seemed to be confirmed by the fact that she felt the need to echo that sentiment aloud. "I'm finally losing my mind." She took a breath, exhaled it in a slow-motion babble. "Dreaming about sailing ships and sword fights...bloody pirates and being ravished...utterly barking mad." She was still musing on the clear loss of her sanity when a low murmur, slightly muffled through the thick door, reached her ears.
"Thank god I'm not the only one."
Nikki's chin snapped up. "Helen?" Her voice was thicker than normal and she couldn’t help but remember the swashbuckling image of the smaller woman from her dream. A long moment of silence followed, leaving Nikki to wonder if the other woman had walked away. "Please, don't go," she pleaded a little frantically. "Don't leave me alone like this."
"I shouldn't be here," came the husky, emotion thick response.
"But you are," Nikki whispered. "And I...I can't bear the thought of another night alone. Not when all I can dream about is you...and your damn pirate movies."
Another long moment of silence.
"You captured me...and ravished me...like some maiden in a cheesy bodice ripper." It was easier saying things like this with the door between them. It made for an oddly anonymous feel to the whole confession. "And I loved every minute of it." She could have sworn she heard the softest of moans. "Helen?"
"You're not the only one," the Scottish woman responded at last. "You were a pirate...you wanted me...took and entire ship just to get ... me...."
Nikki swallowed hard, brain spinning with lust. "Open the door, Helen, just this once," she pleaded.
"Nikki, I...it's not... we shouldn't...." Helen kept starting and not finishing her rejections.
"Helen, please," Nikki begged again, her body aching in all the ways only her lover could assuage.
More long moments of breathless, tense silence, and then suddenly Nikki felt her heart start to beat again as she heard the sound of the key in the lock and the bolt being thrown. She stepped back from the door, making way as Helen pushed it open and slipped inside.
Swallowing hard, Nikki stood paralyzed for a long moment as she allowed herself to truly take in her lover. Helen looked as good as she ever had, her hair sleep tumbled, her dark suit faintly rumpled. Clearly she hadn't been home. Another hard swallow as Nikki found herself contemplating the taste of the soft skin available if she just peeled away a few layers of cloth.
"Nikki, I--" Helen started to speak, but Nikki lay gentle fingers over full lips, effectively silencing her.
"Lock the door," the taller woman whispered, then trembled a moment later as the sound of the bolt being thrown echoed through the room a second time. Dark eyes slid closed and she wavered on her feet, her voice uncharacteristically weak. "Please," she begged, every cell in her body aching to be touched. "Just this once..." she opened her eyes again, "...need me as much as I need you."
A frown sketched its way across Helen's forehead and full lips rounded. "Oh, Nikki," the Scottish woman breathed and reached out, tracing a gentle path along the sharp cut her lover's jaw. "I do need you."
"Not like this...soft and gentle," Nikki exhaled, amazed at her own temerity. "Like in the dream...desperate, hungry...like nothing and no one else will do."
A hint of a frown, then a slow nod as comprehension sank in. For once, Helen didn't argue or question right and wrong. Instead, she turned and relocked the cell door, leaving the key in place so it couldn't easily be unlocked, then she reached up, slipping a hand behind Nikki's neck and pulling her head down. Raw, hungry, demanding, her mouth moving against her lover's, the kiss an uncompromising expression of need. As it went on, she dropped her hands, finding the soft fabric of her lover's tank top. Curling her fingers into the soft, well-worn fabric she started to push it off, but Nikki broke from the kiss, her eyes glazed and her voice breathless.
"You tore it in my dream," she croaked, then a beat later added, "Do it."
Helen ripped, tearing the thin fabric down the center, the ragged sound making both woman tremble with awareness. She slowly spread tattered cloth -- a hint of a smile touching her lips as she noted that Nikki was braless -- then leaned forward, brushing her lips against the soft skin in the valley between her breasts. A hint of salt and perfume teased her senses, the unique flavor of Nikki's skin flowing over her tongue.
Tipping her head back on her shoulders, Nikki sank into the sensual pleasure, hands brushing over Helen's hair, then along the breadth of her shoulders and down the length of her arms, losing herself in the sensual pleasure of the contact. Knees weak, she leaned against the door at her back, her knees little more than jelly, hands sliding over her lover's hair in mindless caresses. She let out a soft groan of disappointment long moments later, when Helen trailed up to kiss the side of her neck, then pulled away.
"My turn," the wing governor whispered near Nikki's ear and caught her hands, directing them to her chest.
Nikki cupped the firm weight of full breasts, using her thumbs to tease already swollen nipples. She slid her hands up, helping Helen slide out of her blazer, then trailed her hands back down, quickly wrenching delicate buttons free, careless when several popped off and went rattling across the floor. She half expected a sharp reprimand, but Helen just groaned softly and tipped her head back, inviting soft caresses and wandering kisses. Ducking her head, Nikki took full advantage of the opportunity, exploring soft flesh with hungry lips and tongue.
Groaning low in her throat, Helen caught midnight hair in her grasp and tugged her lover's head up until their mouths met and blended. She couldn't contain a hard shiver as an agile hand continued exploring and stroking her body.
Wanting to share her pleasure, Helen dropped her hands to her lover's hips slipping her fingertips under the loose waistband of her pajamas, spreading them over her lower back and into the vee shaped indentation that flared into her tight derriere. "Mmm, nice," she praised through the heady kiss, chuckling softly when Nikki groaned an automatic, "Thank you." Not bothering with further comment, Helen dragged the hands tucked in Nikki's waistband around to the front, dipping deeper until her fingers just barely brushed the edge of soft hair. So close. She felt a shiver of awareness make its way down her spine and heat gather and coalesce. Feeling the shift in Nikki's breathing, she looked up and saw the heat burning in her lover's gaze. Smiling, she eased a hand even deeper, combing her fingers lightly through silky curls.
Already rigid stomach muscles tightened into a concave and a shudder slid through Nikki as she leaned more firmly against the door at her back to keep from going down. "Easy," she groaned, already so aroused she was a little afraid she wouldn't last more than a second or two if things continued the way they were going.
Helen chuckled softly. "Don’t worry," she whispered, turning her head to rest her chin on Nikki's chest. "I plan on taking my time." Having made the decision to open the door, she wasn't going to waste the opportunity.
Nikki shivered and nodded, swallowing hard to moisten her suddenly dry throat. "Great minds think alike." She tugged the smaller woman into a hungry kiss that only deepened as the seconds ticked by. "I wish I could take you to a proper bedroom," she whispered when their mouths finally parted. "with the biggest damn bed in the world."
She was startled when Helen braced a hand on her chest and urged her toward the narrow bed that sat along one wall of her cell. "Ship's bunks generally aren't very large...not even in the captain's cabin," she teased, then snatched another kiss before grabbing the tattered remains of Nikki's shirt and giving a hearty shove.
Startled by her lover's unusual assertiveness, Nikki toppled to the bed, and lay there staring up at Helen with a stunned expression. "Who are you, and what have you done with Helen Stewart?"
A sensual grin curved full lips. "Silence, wench," Helen said, her voice a throaty growl. Green eyes slid over Nikki's lanky frame with the intensity of an actual caress. "And I've a mind to be ravishing the beautiful maiden caught in my clutches," she proclaimed as she peeled her blouse and bra off and tossed them aside with a theatrical flourish, then quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes before dropping on top of her lover when she made as if to flee.
"Unhand me, you foul blackguard," Nikki ordered through her giggles. It was thoroughly and completely ludicrous, but it felt so damn good to indulge in a little fantasy that she couldn't resist.
"I said, silence, wench," Stewart ordered, which only drew more giggles. She knelt on the edge of the mattress, giving her lover her most commanding glare. "You belong to the Bonny Stewart now...and I'll have a taste of what I've stolen."
They wrestled momentarily, both laughing breathlessly, until Helen pressed Nikki's hands firmly into the mattress and stretched out above her, bare chests molded together. "Oh no, wench, you'll not be escaping my clutches," she teased, and kissed her lover, tongue demanding entrance, the movement of her lips rough and eager. When the kiss finally broke, she trailed her lips down Nikki's throat, biting softly, then dipped her tongue into the hollow at the base. "And the first thing I'll be wantin' from me beautiful prisoner is an honest accounting of just what she dreamed about me."
Caught by surprise, Nikki blinked, her mouth momentarily working silently. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as she realized what her lover was asking. "You ... uh ... you want me to...tell me what I...." She fell silent, both aroused and a little embarrassed by the idea. She'd never been one to hide her feelings, but admitting the details of some hopelessly cliched dream wasn't quite the same. "Are you certain about this?" she asked, rather hoping Helen would move on to more physical delights.
Helen offered a wicked grin, pinning Nikki's wrists more firmly to the bed as she slowly thrust herself against the woman beneath her, making for a total body caress that left them both shaking. "Yup ... every ... lusty ... bawdy ... word ... of ... it," she demanded, dropping light kisses along the faint rise of Nikki's collarbone between the softly spoken words.
Nikki's blush deepened. "Helen, you can't seriously--"
"Aye, yes, I can," her lover corrected as she pushed up on her hands, still playing the part of the kidnapping pirate, judging by the rakish grin she directed at Nikki. She ducked her head, lips wrapping softly around a swollen nipple, then Nikki shivered as she felt the brush of sharp teeth. Another slow thrust dragged her entire body against her captive's and left them both trembling. "I wanna hear every bit of it." She looked up, eyes turning dark with desire. "Every ... last ... little ... detail." She dropped her chin again, dragging her tongue over soft skin. "Now!" she barked when Nikki still didn't answer. "Or I'll see the other prisoner's pay for your defiance."
Sculpted brows rose as Nikki's blush deepened another shade. "Promise me Shel will be first in line," she drawled, neatly parrying the request to gain herself some time.
Russet brows drew together in a frown. "You make a good, old-fashioned ravishing difficult," Helen complained.
"Well, it's just..." Nikki began, then changed tacks. "Why don't you go first," she challenged.
It was Helen's turn to blush, the deep stain crawling over her cheekbones. "Because the prisoner doesn't interrogate the pirate, the pirate interrogates the prisoner," she riposted neatly.
Nikki's teeth gritted with annoyance. Fair point. However.... A grin lifted her lips even as she twisted her wrists neatly in Helen's grip, and yanked free. She instantly dropped her hands to Helen's shoulders, muscles flexing as pushed solidly. Startled by the sudden show of resistance, Helen tumbled to one side and suddenly found herself on the bottom of the pile as Nikki straddled her hips and pressed her wrists into the mattress above her head. "It seems to me there was more than one pirate fantasy mentioned," the taller woman drawled, then leaned down to snatch a quick kiss from lips still parted from uttering a startled yelp. "And since you're now on the bottom, I really think you should go first." Full lips parted in a broad grin as Helen's flush deepened.
"Clever," the brunette growled, then grinned as she braced herself to return the favor.
The wrestling match that followed was gently done, but intense enough to have them both breathing hard. Before it was over, Nikki found herself on the bottom once again, her wrists bound up in the remains of her tank top and fastened to metal headboard. Glaring up at what Helen had managed to accomplish during their brief, erotically-charged tussle, she said a very bad word.
Laughing softly, Helen ducked her head and snatched another quick kiss. "Which is a sure sign my beautiful prisoner has lost the fight, if not her will," she teased, then nipped the point of Nikki's chin. "However, I think it's time I collect on my prize." She trailed her lips along Nikki's cheek and wound up nibbling on her ear. "Every word of it," she commanded through a throaty chuckle. "Or of course I could leave you like this," she said, changing tacks when Nikki didn't immediately respond.
"You wouldn't," her lover hissed.
Green eyes twinkled with wicked lights. "Wanna make a bet?" she challenged. They both knew she wasn't talking about the impromptu hog-tying. That she would undo. The threat was to satisfaction, not body.
Nikki strained against the impromptu bindings. If she could just get on loose, she could show Helen a few things....
Unfortunately, it quickly became apparent that Helen had her thoroughly trussed up. She cursed again, though, if pressed, she would have had to admit there was something erotic as hell about it all. She just hated losing. She sighed softly. Okay, so she could sit and throb the night away, or....
Exhaling a soft sigh, Nikki accepted she'd lost this round, though she planned on getting her own bit of revenge on the smaller woman before it was over. "You were a captain King's navy," she said at last, her voice sharp and faintly accusatory as she added, "serving a very corrupt governor." Black brows rose faintly. "Whereas I was a sort of Robin Hood. Y'know, steal from the rich, spend wisely."
Helen couldn't withhold a grin. Even in her fantasies, Nikki couldn't follow the rules. "Go on." When Nikki didn't immediately continue, she leaned down, nibbling on a tender earlobe, her voice a husky throb as she told her prisoner all the things she wanted to do with and to her...but only once she had her surrender.
Dark eyes narrowed faintly as Nikki murmured, "You're an evil woman," with a touch of awe in her voice.
Helen grinned. "We corrupt officers of the King can be like that."
A hint of a wry smile touched full lips upward in spite of any temptation to be annoyed or embarrassed as Nikki accepted she'd lost this one. "You'd been hunting me...trying to arrest me," she began, carefully trying to keep her voice flat and clinical. "But I tried to turn the tables on you...take you instead..." Maintaining the neutral tone became a considerable challenge when Helen trailed soft kisses down the arch of her throat and along the curve of her shoulder. "We ... uh ... we fought ... and well...." She trailed off purposefully, the bland tone trailing off into a gasp as a rough tongue teased the inner curve of her breast. Hopefully, that would satisfy the other woman and get this exercise in discomfort over with so they could move on to other things. Far more pleasant things.
Helen pushed up on one hand, grinning lazily down at Nikki as she stroked a swollen nipple with her thumb. "I'm guessing I won," she teased, refusing to let the subject drop.
A sculpted eyebrow rose high on Nikki's forehead. "Yes," she ground out, a dull flush crawling over her cheeks, "you won ... not that I surrendered or anything," she added defensively. Even when it came to her dreams, she hated losing.
"I never thought you did," Helen assured her, well aware of the other woman's competitive side. Her lips closed momentarily on a puckered nipple and she swirled her tongue gently, drinking in the soft moan that vibrated through her lover's chest. After a long moment, she pushed up on one hand. "So what happened then?"
Nikki's blush only deepened. She'd been hoping Helen would be distracted enough to forget that line of questioning. No such luck. "You had me brought before you in chains," she admitted under duress.
Her grin broadening a notch, Helen trailed a single fingertip down the center of her lover's torso, enjoying the leap and play of taut muscle. She leaned close, nibbling on Nikki's earlobe, her voice a teasing whisper. "I think you liked it."
Unable to contain a tiny groan, Nikki shifted restlessly under Helen's explorations, embarrassed by the nature of her fantasies even though Helen's had apparently been somewhat similar. "It was..." she panted, trailing off uncertainly when she couldn't come up with the right word.
"Tell me," Helen prompted, running her teeth down the length of her lover's throat while her hand skated lower on her torso, stroking and caressing velvety flesh. When Nikki didn't continue, she pushed up on one hand, a wicked smile curving her lips. "I still have all that paperwork to finish," she threatened.
Nikki frowned. She wouldn't ... couldn't.... But then again, Helen's self-control could be pretty impressive ... certainly moreso than her own. All those years of bad sex and celibacy, she supposed, had developed some capacity for self denial in the other woman. Or maybe it was just that Helen was made of sterner stuff than most people. "Don't ... you ... dare ... or ... I ... will ... hurt ... you," she growled and flashed her most intimidating look.
Helen grinned, reaching up to toy with the makeshift bindings wrapped around her lover's wrists. "Big talk from the one who's all tied up," she teased and pushed up on her hands, making as if to leave.
"Helen, I mean it," Nikki whined, a little panicked by the idea of being left trussed up and half crazed with lust until Helen deigned to do something about it.
Her lover's grin broadened a notch, one eyebrow twitching upward as she pushed upright and sat back on her heels. "Yes, m'love?" she drawled, folding her arms loosely across her chest, making it obvious that she wasn't going to move forward without quite a bit more surrender.
Nikki pulled on the jerry-rigged bonds, muscles rippling with effort all to no avail. Unfortunately, Helen was apparently rather good at knot-tying. She made an annoyed sound in the back of her throat, gnawing on her lower lip and twisting her head to peer up at her own wrists as she considered the problem. She yelped when Helen suddenly leaned forward again, hands braced on the mattress on either side of her torso to take her weight. One eyebrow rose sharply, giving her a distinctly piratical air.
"Spill the details ... or suffer the consequences," she murmured, her voice low and intent, playing her role with abandon.
She wasn't kidding, Nikki realized in a rush. She'd do it. She'd actually do it. Her response was softly uttered, but decidedly obscene.
Helen's grin only widened, showing gleaming, white teeth.
Nikki growled another low curse, then sighed heavily. "It was erotic," she ground out.
Helen ducked her head, trailing her tongue down the length of Nikki's throat, rewarding her for the admission, but not too much. She was going to have to do better for that. "What else?" she growled, her voice vibrating against soft flesh.
A low moan escaped Nikki's lips as sharp teeth edged along the curve of her jaw. "...and just a little frightening ... but...."
"Yes?" Helen pressed when Nikki trailed off again.
Dark eyes slid closed for a moment, a tiny moan escaping her parted lips as Helen caressed the curve of her hip and nibbled on the rise of her collarbone. "It was intense ... exciting," she croaked at last, taking a deep breath before continuing more honestly than she'd really planned, "I was aroused, but fighting it ... afraid of being out of control...."
Helen shifted, stretching out above her lover, one knee sliding between Nikki's, her weight supported on one hand. "Go on," she commanded, her voice low and husky as she ducked her head to draw her lips down the center of Nikki's chest.
"You seemed to know everything I was feeling...everything I wanted...."
Helen ducked her head, dusting soft kisses over Nikki's upper chest, then sharp incisors toyed with a swollen nipple, stroking and pulling gently as it stiffened even further. "And then?"
Nikki couldn't even begin to refuse this time. She was trapped in a silky web of submission and arousal that left her shaking with need. "You treated my wounds...then..."
"Tell me more," the brunette commanded when Nikki didn't continue.
"And then you made love to me...." Another soft groan overtook the bound woman's ability to speak.
"How?" Helen demanded, dragging her tongue over velvety skin to outline firm muscle.
"With your hands ... your mouth," Nikki gasped, her voice little more than a ragged shadow of itself. Her body rolling restlessly under the barrage of kisses and caresses, she fought the makeshift bindings on her wrists, eager not to escape, but to pull Helen closer. Harsh breathing turned to soft cries as her lover pushed her pajamas lower on her hips.
Helen eased a fine-boned hand inside the front of pants, fingers fluttering through silky curls, drawing closer to the damp heat tempting her. "And it excited you, didn't it?" she whispered as she dipped her tongue into the hollow of Nikki's navel. "Being forced?" Her fingers continued stroking soft flesh just out of range of the most intense heat. "Made you silky and wet?"
"Helen," Nikki gasped, her body moving with those gentle caresses even as she tried to ignore her own fantasies, embarrassed by the intensity of her response to the idea of being controlled, something she'd always resisted with a passion. Her breath caught a beat later as sharp teeth just barely brushed the curve of her hip, not biting but threatening.
"Tell me," her lover commanded.
"Yes," Nikki heard herself admitting, "it was...intense...."
"Good girl," Helen praised, sliding her other hand inside Nikki's waistband to ease her pants down another inch or two, stroking a lean hip as she moved. "Now, tell me the rest of it," she added on a commanding note.
Nikki's head tipped back on her shoulders, pressing into the pillows as she again tried to twist her wrists free.
"If you don't tell me, I might just have to slow things waaaayyyy down," Helen threatened, the softly spoken words sending a bolt of pure heat through Nikki as she unknowingly echoed the dream lover's tactics. "You've never handled denial well," she teased and flicked her tongue lower, drawing close to the dangling pants tie hanging loose on her lover's stomach.
"And when I was about to explode," Nikki admitted on a gasp, muscles pulling taut, sweat forming a thin sheen on her skin, "you made me kneel in front of you...serve you...with my mouth...." The confession melded into a low groan. She couldn't believe what she was saying -- what she was admitting to -- but she was lost in the game they were playing, making the unthinkable incredibly erotic and exciting.
It was Helen's turn with moan softly. "Then what?" she demanded, barely able to even form the words. "What was it like?"
Dark eyes slid closed as Nikki remembered the intensity of the dream; the desperation to retake control by forcing Helen to peak only to have her captor deny her that power, and the soul-ripping orgasm that had torn through her when Helen finally rewarded her service.
She didn't realize she'd described it aloud until a firm hand cupped her sex with possessive pressure and Helen whispered, "You liked it, didn't you?" She rolled the heal of her hand against the soft flesh in her possession, drawing a low moan from her captive. "Being out of control for once?"
"Yes," Nikki admitted against her will.
Helen seriously considered forcing her lover mimic the dream, but as she considered her own deep-seated ache, she concluded she simply didn't have the self control to carry it off. Besides, she was more interested in pleasing her lover at that precise moment. She pushed up on her knees, fingers curling into soft knit, applying just enough pressure to peel Nikki's pants off. Finished, she leaned forward, hands braced on either side of her lover's torso to take her weight as she offered a wicked smile. "I want to make you lose control again," she whispered, trailing the very tips of her fingers along a smooth thigh.
"Helen," Nikki groaned, utterly lost in the intense look directed her way, "what are you--"
Helen leaned forward and sharp teeth grazed Nikki's jaw. "Beg," she ordered as agile fingers combed through damp curls, teasing by drawing close, but not delivering the caresses she knew her lover wanted most. She leaned down, lips brushing the upper curve of full breasts, teeth playing lightly over velvety flesh.
"You're not really going to make me---" Nikki panted, then yelped as Helen bit the outer curve of her breast just hard enough to draw her attention without causing actual pain.
"Yes...I am," Helen disagreed. She raised an eyebrow as she peered at her lover. "You aren't in control this time." She pressed a light kiss between full breasts. "Now beg," she commanded again, her voice a low rasp as her breath played over soft skin.
"B-but I thought you'd make me-"
"You thought wrong," Helen breathed, then reached up, petting silky bangs with a gentle hand, then tucked a finger under Nikki's chin. "That would put you in control...and since the point is for you not to be in control...." She continued combing her fingers through soft hair, teasing silky outer folds, but delving no deeper.
Nikki gritted her teeth, body instinctively arching toward her lover's fingers only to find herself denied any deeper contact. "Helen," she groaned.
"Oh no," Stewart denied the implicit command in her lover's voice as she fluttered delicate kisses along the underside of Nikki's left breast and down the centerline of her abdomen. "Only after you beg." A moment later trailed butterfly kisses along the flare of her pelvis. A tiny bite on Nikki's hip drew a soft moan and Helen couldn't resist the urge to dip her fingers a little deeper into flesh that was silky-wet with arousal.
"No," Nikki groaned, unwilling to simply surrender. Her body was one giant, massive bundle of need ... but then there was that whole hating to lose thing.
Helen's lips pursed in mild disapproval. "You're making this difficult," she complained as she shifted, pressing slim thighs apart and settling into the space between them.
Nikki swallowed hard, looking down until she met her lover's gaze. "Isn't that the idea?" she gasped, her eyes dazed with need, hips rising and falling under Helen's hand, blindly seeking more contact. After all, the push-me-pull-you game between them only intensified things.
"Good point," Helen allowed, then trailed her tongue along the curve of her lover's pelvis until she brushed the edge of soft curls. A smile touched her mouth when slim hips instinctively bucked upward, but she pulled back, refusing to increase the contact just yet. "I guess that means I'll just have to make you," she breathed, her eyes gleaming with raw lust as she pressed her fingers deeper, dragging them slowly over aching flesh.
Her breath coming in rough pants, sweat turning her skin glossy, Nikki shook her head, lost in the wicked game they'd begun. "Never," she whispered defiantly, her body thrilling to Helen's answering laugh, hips rising to meet the fingers that slid into her body with controlled strength, riding with her slow thrusts to go only so deep and no deeper.
"That's a long time," Helen taunted, ducking her head to dust soft kisses over even softer hair. Nikki moved restlessly, instinctively fighting the bonds as graceful fingers parted delicate folds.
"I won't beg," the wing governor groaned, falling deeper into the game than she would have thought possible. Then Helen's tongue followed the same path her fingers had taken, and Nikki's head snapped back on her shoulders, slamming into the thick pile of pillows.
"Yes, you will," her lover disagreed confidently, fingers widening the spread of Nikki's sex to make way for her tongue. Sandpapery warmth explored, charting a sensual path over the erotic landscape. "You'll beg because you need it so badly you can't do anything else." She pressed her tongue inside her lover, going deep enough to feel the aroused clamp of powerful inner muscles, then slipped free, sliding up to swirl around her taut clitoris. The tiny bit of flesh quivered under her tongue, the skin smooth and taut, each stroke making Nikki moan and whimper. She continued the slow strokes, teasing and swirling her tongue round and round as she worked two fingers in and out.
"Helen," Nikki groaned, her entire body arching in search of more contact, flashfires of sensation going off all over her body.
"Beg," the brunette rasped.
Still a little in control, Nikki shook her head, uncertain whether she was really refusing or just couldn't stand the thought of letting it end. "No."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Helen admitted, fingers easing free of clinging heat as she turned her head to the side to nibble on Nikki's inner thigh. "You haven't earned it yet." She O'ed her lips against velvety flesh, purposely suctioning just hard enough to leave a tiny bruise. "I've marked you as mine now," she growled, looking up until her gaze locked with dark brown eyes. "My beautiful harem girl."
The velvet-soft rumble of sheer possession sent a wave of hot arousal coursing through Nikki, setting her nerve endings on fire with the intensity of phosphorous hitting oxygen. A faintly callused hand slid up, stroking the plain of her breasts and belly, continuing to touch even as Helen backed off of the most intense caresses, letting Nikki's need cool a degree or two. She could almost breathe again when that hand slid back down and she became aware of the faint texturing of Helen's fingertips as they stroked her most intimate flesh, then thrust inside. The gentle rasp was amazingly erotic, intensifying the sensation in ways she wouldn't have believed possible. Then Helen's tongue found her, licking softly, dipping inside, then working over swollen flesh.
Minutes passed as the ever-intensifying rhythm continued. Helen pushed Nikki to the brink, backed off a notch, then pushed her even farther, until she was straining desperately, her body writhing and twisting, small inarticulate sounds escaping her lips as sweat beaded on her skin. Each time the tempo slowed, Helen whispered, "Beg," but Nikki rejected it each time, first with words, then with barely controlled head shakes.
And each time Nikki refused to surrender, Helen backed off, lips and hands touching everywhere but where her lover most needed them, her voice a velvet caress as she demanded total capitulation. And each time, she was a little wilder when she began again, pushing her lover's need farther than she'd ever done before, then backing off without giving her any satisfaction.
Nikki whimpered, hips bucking, body completely lost in a near-painful level of arousal, her body a giant, throbbing ache. The fingers pressed deep into her body moved and worked, each thrust drawing a ragged gasp, while Helen's tongue lashed the very tip of her clitoris. A hard spasm shook her body, biceps knotting with desperation until she felt fabric tear. A sharp pulse of suction had her screaming and wrenching hard enough that she finally pulled one arm free. She yanked her newly freed arm down, grabbing for Helen's hair, desperate to pull her even closer. Instead, a strong hand caught her wrist, pressing it into the mattress near her hip, the imprisoning hold somehow more erotic than she would have imagined. And then sharp teeth rubbed over the supersensitive bud of her clitoris.
"Beg," Helen whispered, her voice a throaty, possessive growl that vibrated the swollen bundle of nerves.
Nikki couldn't hold back any longer. "Please," she groaned, spine bent into a deep arch, every muscle in her body taut as she hung on the precipice, almost there, but denied ultimate satisfaction.
"You're sure?" Helen taunted, purposely drawing the moment out and making her lover wait another moment, enjoying her power.
"Please, please, please," Nikki whispered, turning the entreaty into a barely audible prayer. It turned into a slow, soft gasp as Helen's lips and tongue returned to their task, drawing her need even tighter.
Then Helen's teeth were there again, scraping lightly, the caress gentle, but with an edge of controlled sensual danger that only intensified things.
Nikki would have screamed if she'd had any breath left or could have made her lungs work to draw a fresh one.
Another scraping caress was followed by a long, rough lick.
What swept over Nikki wasn't so much an orgasm as the sensual version of total, thermonuclear Armageddon that left Helen to ride her lover's bucking hips like a surfer trying to ride out a tsunami. Hand tight on Nikki's wrist, fingers deep in her body, lips, teeth, and tongue stroking her sex, Helen went with the rhythm, timing her caresses to keep Nikki on the knife's edge as long as possible. Drinking in every throb and soft moan, she kept stroking, setting off fresh flashfires of pleasure until finally her lover yanked her wrist free with desperate strength and pushed her back.
"No more," Nikki gasped, her hand shaking where it was braced against the top of Helen's head. She yanked and twisted in one motion, working her other wrist free and reaching down, fingers brushing tenderly through sweat-damp, brunette bangs. "I can't take any more."
Helen grinned, pushing up on one hand to brush a soft kiss to the top of her lover's thigh, then sliding up the length of the taller woman's body, lips dusting velvety flesh as she moved. "Sounds like my beautiful captive enjoyed her ravishing," she laughed triumphantly.
Collapsing into the mattress with an exhausted sigh, Nikki uttered a low groan. "You have no idea," she murmured, fingertips trailing over the soft curves that moved within her reach. Finally, Helen stretched out above her and they shared a slow kiss, the caress more tender than erotic.
Still breathless, Nikki lay boneless beneath Helen when the kiss broke. Summoning what little strength she had left, she reached up, hooking her hands behind her lover's neck, fingers working into silky hair. "My cruel captor does have something of a knack," she allowed, a grin sneaking through. She slid one hand around to stroke flushed cheeks and brush pale bangs out of Helen's eyes, noting the bright gleam of unsatisfied need. "Though she seems to have gotten herself into rather a state." Dark brown eyes tipped downward, taking in the rest of Helen's body and she shifted one thigh, pressing it against her lover's center, smiling wickedly as she felt Helen shudder under the firm pressure.
"God," the brunette groaned, her head falling forward against Nikki's shoulder. She pressed soft kisses against the inner curve of her lover's throat. "I ... uh ... not sure you should do that again," she admitted breathlessly, no longer the one in control. "I'm not ... uh ... well ... actually I'm very ... very close." Her own need in command now, Helen went from conquering captor to babbling idiot in a blink.