Four Porn Battle Stories
Title: Learning to Fly
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Amelia Earhart
Word Count: 555
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Helen Magnus/Amelia Earhart, flying lessons"
Summary: Helen decides to face her fears.
Helen was afraid of flying. She let the Wright boys play with wood and sheets while she entertained their sister Katherine in the barn. She would much rather be on her back, hay in her hair, than tempting fate and gravity. She flew only when absolutely necessary, and then spent the entire flight white-knuckled and nauseated until they touched down again. James insisted flight would be a necessity in the future. She preferred traveling overland. Half her greatest adventures occurred while on the way somewhere else.
It was Amelia who decided to defeat Helen's fear once and for all. She explained everything she did to get the plane off the ground. She walked around the machine, pointing to the various parts that would get them airborne and keep them there. She strapped Helen into the seat, ensuring the harness was tight for Helen's benefit rather than any real safety necessity. And then she explained every step she took to take the plane up.
"By the time we land, you'll be able to fly one of these yourself."
Helen could only nod.
When they were up, Helen closed her eyes until Amelia told her to open them. "Just relax. Breath. Stay calm."
"How can I possibly stay calm under these circumstances?" Helen's voice was tremulous.
"Think of something else."
Helen looked out the window. She could see the ground far below, segmented and lined into geometric patterns. Her mouth went dry. "What can I possibly think--"
She had turned her head to face Amelia, and Amelia silenced her with a kiss. Soft lips, warm breath, a teasing touch that made Helen gasp when she realized it was a tongue. Her eyes were open but Amelia's were closed. Amelia turned her head and their mouths matched more perfectly, and Helen parted her lips under the assault. Helen was holding her breath but she slowly released it through her nose, sagging forward against the harness as she tried to close the distance between them, her hand petting Amelia's neck and then pinching the collar of her leather jacket.
Helen met Amelia's tongue with her own. Stroking, teasing, sucking. Helen closed her eyes and Amelia's tongue pushed into her mouth. Helen sucked on it and pressed two fingers against Amelia's pulse. It was calm. Steady. She kept her fingers there until her own heart matched its rhythm and she sighed into Amelia's mouth.
Amelia broke the kiss, leaving Helen's lips and tongue seeking. A gentle touch on her chin, a whispered, "look," and Helen opened her eyes. A cloud broke over the nose of the plane, sliced by the propeller. "Oh," Helen gasped. She faced Amelia and smiled. Her fear was gone as if it never existed. Helen gripped Amelia's collar again.
"More."
"But someone has to fly the plane, darlin'." She kissed Helen once more and then returned her focus to the controls. Helen settled back in her seat and risked a look out the window. This time the ground, still as far away as before, didn't look quite so distant. Helen took a deep breath and reached over to rest her hand on Amelia's shoulder.
Amelia chuckled and patted Helen's hand as she brought them around for the return trip to the airport. Flying was definitely something she could get used to given the right incentive.
Title: Aftertaste
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary/Star Trek: Voyager
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Kathryn Janeway
Word Count: 543
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Star Trek: Voyager, Kathryn Janeway/Helen Magnus, coffee vs tea"
Summary: Helen makes concessions.
Indiana swelters in the summer heat. The global warming question had been answered decades ago, but nothing could stop summer from arriving on schedule. Helen was barefoot in a borrowed sundress, her hair lank from the humidity. She wore nothing under the thin cotton, her sweat making the dress stick to her thighs and stomach. She picked up the glass of iced tea, took a sip, and then went back inside. The farmhouse was a single room, technically just a guest house to the main property, but it belonged to Kathryn alone when she happened to be home from Starfleet Academy. She could do whatever she wished without worrying over someone seeing or overhearing.
She was wearing Helen's blouse and nothing else, her thick waves of red hair resting on her shoulders. Helen imagined the flight home, glancing down to find one of Kathryn's long silken hairs wrapped around the button, and she thrilled at the thought. Carrying her home with me. She smiled, and put down her cup. Helen could smell the contents from where she stood, and she only wrinkled her nose slightly.
"I thought I told you I wouldn't kiss you when you drink that dreck."
She struggled not to respond to the slight smile that only touched half of Kathryn's lips. Such an adorable expression, it made her weak every time.
"What can I say? I thought I would test your resolve."
Helen walked closer. She lifted her leg and straddled Kathryn's lap, pushed her hands into Kathryn's thick hair, and pulled her head back. Kathryn stroked the backs of Helen's thighs. Starting near the knee. Moving higher... higher... teasing the hem of the skirt up. Confirming the lack of underwear.
Helen kissed Kathryn's cheek. Her bottom lip brushed over the skin, salty from sweat, up to her eye. She kissed the eyelid, between the eyebrows, her forehead. She stroked the nape of Kathryn's neck, and Kathryn pushed her hands between Helen's legs. Helen moved so that her face was lined up with Kathryn's. Kathryn parted her lips and breathed softly, washing coffee breath over Helen's face. Helen groaned and shook her head.
"Dreadful. Just awful."
They kissed, Helen thrusting her tongue into Kathryn's mouth. She could taste the coffee, rich and dark, and she felt it spreading into her mouth like a virus. Kathryn's tongue moved against hers, and Helen sucked in a breath as Kathryn touched her. She was the first woman Kathryn had ever kissed, the first woman Kathryn had ever been with. Their first night, Helen had laced their fingers together and taught Kathryn how to touch.
She was an excellent student.
Their kiss ended, and Helen looked into Kathryn's eyes. After a moment, she smiled.
"But worth it."
Kathryn pushed her chair back and tightened her grip on Helen's waist. Helen settled against Kathryn's body, hooked her ankles together, and laced her fingers together on the back of Helen's neck. "But I can think of a taste I like even better than coffee. Something that lingers on the lips. Something just as addictive."
Helen smiled and bent to kiss Kathryn again as she was carried back to the bed.
Coffee was still unacceptable.
But the aftertaste was something she could learn to live with.
Title: Keeping Up Appearances
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary/Warehouse 13
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Helena G Wells, Helen/James
Word Count: 733
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Warehouse 13, Helen Magnus/Helena G Wells, Victorian ladies"
Summary: Everything looks perfect on the surface.
This is what the outside observer, the waiter who refills their water glasses as they continue to visit well into the evening, the last customer to abandon his table to leave the foursome alone, sees...
The blonde has her hand resting lightly on the arm of her male companion, turning to face him when he speaks but also giving their tablemates the pleasure of her attentions. The brunette woman seems a bit quiet, demur, and she often closes her eyes as if deep in thought. Sometimes she smiles, or she gasps at an inopportune moment as if she is anticipating the end of a joke. The blonde curls her hand to tuck a stray hair behind her ear as she stares at the brunette across from her with a sly smile of conspiracy.
This is what the blonde's companion frets over...
Of a newly-shaven face, his fingertips lightly brushing his own muttonchops and wondering if he should have done the same. The way his hand trembles as he considers when would be the best time to tell his lovely fiancé that he will not be spending this evening with her as he's received an invitation elsewhere. She will understand, but he does not wish to ruin their evening with talk of the third spoke in their wheel. So he rests his hand upon hers and smiles when she turns to face him. He focuses on her words and her stories, not the soft touch of warm flesh against his. His smile wavers, but no one at the table notices.
This is what the brunette feels...
A soft brush, stocking against stocking, and the curved slope of a dainty feminine foot gliding over her calf, up to her knee. She struggles in vain to remain unmoved, to smile when appropriate and speak at her turn. Her fingers crush a cloth napkin, her eyes often drift shut, and she is soon focusing only on the way that foot feels on her inner thigh. She doesn't want it to stop brushing her, and she lifts the hem of her dress just enough to let her companion know that it's okay, that she wants this. God, how she wants this. She opens her eyes and sees the blonde is staring at her with wild, wanton, mischievous eyes and she can only smile in return.
This is what the blonde knows...
She saw the way they touched at the Sanctuary, how her fiancé leaned into the other man, how their hands remained clasped just a moment too long. How the other man's eyes closed when he felt the warm, masculine breath of her fiancé on his ear. When his eyes opened, it was a look of guilt and shame despite Helen's nod of approval. She knows that it's not her body occupying her fiancé's thoughts. She knows it will not be her bed warmed by his long, slender frame this evening. She is not jealous; they have an arrangement. Her foot settles between the brunette's thighs and she finds it captured. She moves her heel and the brunette's hand trembles as she lifts her glass. She takes a demure sip of ice water and blots her upper lip with one glove. The blonde presses against her and grins when she hears the gasp of pleasure.
This is what the brunette's companion thinks...
That it's terribly nice of his sister to invite him out for such a lovely dinner with such refined people. The meal is exquisite, as he'd known it would be, and the conversation is scintillating. He smiles at his companions and finds them all to be quite distracted. They have all finished eating, and he believes the waiter wishes them to go so he can close the restaurant. He suggests ordering dessert, but he is outvoted by all three. It's no matter; he has quite a few desserts awaiting him at home. Chocolates and cake, served with ice cold milk. His mouth waters at the thought of slicing into a thick piece of the cake.
This is what the waiter thinks...
For four people who whiled away several hours after their meal, the foursome from the back table certainly seemed to be in a hurry when they finally left. It's as if they all suddenly remembered somewhere they desperately needed to be. He clears their table and wonders what could possibly have been so urgent.
Title: Earn It
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Nikola Tesla
Word Count: 754
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Sleepers
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Helen Magnus/Nikola Tesla, control" and "tease." For Del.
Warnings: There's a TOUCH of dub-con in here. All in good fun, though.
Summary: Nikola doesn't want to help out for free.
The door swung open and Helen lifted her head with hope. She was sitting in the middle of the room, wrists tied to the arms of a chair with thick rope. Her legs were similarly bound, and another rope encircled her chest to keep her from struggling free. Her hope quickly faded when she saw who her savior was. "Naturally it would be you."
"You're not happy to see me?" Nikola stepped into the room and put his hands on the back of her chair, leaning forward so their faces nearly touched. "I'm hurt."
"Untie me. We haven't much time."
"We have time." He smiled. "You know, I've been fantasizing about this since the last time we were in this position. And look... no kids this time." He leaned closer. "I think I'll appreciate having you at my mercy."
Helen leaned toward him to show she wasn't afraid. "Untie me this instant, Nikola."
"And what do I get?"
Her eyes narrowed.
"When I helped you with the Cabal, I gained access to your amazing wine cellar." His eyes dropped to her chest. He touched the top button of her blouse, teasing it without actually pushing it through the hole. "I'm just curious what you're offering in return this time."
Helen rolled her eyes. "Very well. My wine cellar--"
"Is rather dry after my last visit. I'm afraid you'll have to do a lot better."
Helen wet her lips. "What would you like?"
Nikola leaned even closer. "I think you know the answer to that question, Helen."
Helen matched his lean. Their noses were almost brushing, their voices cast so low that only the two of them could hear when she spoke. "You want to know what I'd offer you to free me from these ropes? All right." Her breath was warm on his face and washed back over hers. "If you untie me now, I would allow you to tie me again later. Someplace where I am safe and relaxed. If you release me, I will let you capture me. I will let you undo the buttons of my blouse at your own pace.
"If you let me go... Nikola... I would be indebted to you. I wouldn't feel I was able to say no. So I would close my eyes as your finger traced the lacy cup of my bra, testing the firmness of my breast. I would bite my lip when you slid your fingers down between my legs. I'd let you lift my skirt to see whether my underwear matched my bra. And though my hands may curl to fists, and though I may make noises of frustration at the back of my throat, I would not tell you to stop.
"Not when you stroked my thigh. Not when you slipped the flimsy material of my knickers aside. But I would make a sound when your fingertip pushed inside of me." She chuckled, a low and sultry noise deep in her throat. "Oh, I'd push against you, Nikola. Eager for something... mm. Larger. Something throbbing and thick that can push deeply into me."
She turned her head slightly and her lips brushed his cheek.
Nikola gasped as he pushed the button through the hole. Helen gasped and they both looked down. He parted the folds of her shirt and saw the upper lace of her brassiere. He met her eyes.
"Is that an acceptable reward for you, Nikola?" She brushed his cheek with her finger.
He cleared his throat. "I think it would... i-it would..."
He looked down at her hand. He backed up and saw that, as they leaned closer together, she had slipped the knife from his pocket. Her right hand was free. When he retreated, she twisted and cut her other wrist free, then swept the blade over the rope that crossed her chest. Nikola stared in shock and dismay as she effortlessly cut through her bonds and stood, blowing the hair from her face with a calm breath. She turned the knife, holding it by the blade as she handed it back to him.
"Pity I didn't need your assistance after all." She smirked.
"But... b-but my knife. You used--"
"If you want the prize, Nikola, you'll have to earn it. Perhaps next time." She patted his arm as she stepped around him, making certain that her breasts brushed his arm.
Nikola stared at the knife, the empty chair, and growled as he turned and pursued Helen out of her makeshift cell.
Next time indeed...
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Amelia Earhart
Word Count: 555
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Helen Magnus/Amelia Earhart, flying lessons"
Summary: Helen decides to face her fears.
Helen was afraid of flying. She let the Wright boys play with wood and sheets while she entertained their sister Katherine in the barn. She would much rather be on her back, hay in her hair, than tempting fate and gravity. She flew only when absolutely necessary, and then spent the entire flight white-knuckled and nauseated until they touched down again. James insisted flight would be a necessity in the future. She preferred traveling overland. Half her greatest adventures occurred while on the way somewhere else.
It was Amelia who decided to defeat Helen's fear once and for all. She explained everything she did to get the plane off the ground. She walked around the machine, pointing to the various parts that would get them airborne and keep them there. She strapped Helen into the seat, ensuring the harness was tight for Helen's benefit rather than any real safety necessity. And then she explained every step she took to take the plane up.
"By the time we land, you'll be able to fly one of these yourself."
Helen could only nod.
When they were up, Helen closed her eyes until Amelia told her to open them. "Just relax. Breath. Stay calm."
"How can I possibly stay calm under these circumstances?" Helen's voice was tremulous.
"Think of something else."
Helen looked out the window. She could see the ground far below, segmented and lined into geometric patterns. Her mouth went dry. "What can I possibly think--"
She had turned her head to face Amelia, and Amelia silenced her with a kiss. Soft lips, warm breath, a teasing touch that made Helen gasp when she realized it was a tongue. Her eyes were open but Amelia's were closed. Amelia turned her head and their mouths matched more perfectly, and Helen parted her lips under the assault. Helen was holding her breath but she slowly released it through her nose, sagging forward against the harness as she tried to close the distance between them, her hand petting Amelia's neck and then pinching the collar of her leather jacket.
Helen met Amelia's tongue with her own. Stroking, teasing, sucking. Helen closed her eyes and Amelia's tongue pushed into her mouth. Helen sucked on it and pressed two fingers against Amelia's pulse. It was calm. Steady. She kept her fingers there until her own heart matched its rhythm and she sighed into Amelia's mouth.
Amelia broke the kiss, leaving Helen's lips and tongue seeking. A gentle touch on her chin, a whispered, "look," and Helen opened her eyes. A cloud broke over the nose of the plane, sliced by the propeller. "Oh," Helen gasped. She faced Amelia and smiled. Her fear was gone as if it never existed. Helen gripped Amelia's collar again.
"More."
"But someone has to fly the plane, darlin'." She kissed Helen once more and then returned her focus to the controls. Helen settled back in her seat and risked a look out the window. This time the ground, still as far away as before, didn't look quite so distant. Helen took a deep breath and reached over to rest her hand on Amelia's shoulder.
Amelia chuckled and patted Helen's hand as she brought them around for the return trip to the airport. Flying was definitely something she could get used to given the right incentive.
Title: Aftertaste
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary/Star Trek: Voyager
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Kathryn Janeway
Word Count: 543
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Star Trek: Voyager, Kathryn Janeway/Helen Magnus, coffee vs tea"
Summary: Helen makes concessions.
Indiana swelters in the summer heat. The global warming question had been answered decades ago, but nothing could stop summer from arriving on schedule. Helen was barefoot in a borrowed sundress, her hair lank from the humidity. She wore nothing under the thin cotton, her sweat making the dress stick to her thighs and stomach. She picked up the glass of iced tea, took a sip, and then went back inside. The farmhouse was a single room, technically just a guest house to the main property, but it belonged to Kathryn alone when she happened to be home from Starfleet Academy. She could do whatever she wished without worrying over someone seeing or overhearing.
She was wearing Helen's blouse and nothing else, her thick waves of red hair resting on her shoulders. Helen imagined the flight home, glancing down to find one of Kathryn's long silken hairs wrapped around the button, and she thrilled at the thought. Carrying her home with me. She smiled, and put down her cup. Helen could smell the contents from where she stood, and she only wrinkled her nose slightly.
"I thought I told you I wouldn't kiss you when you drink that dreck."
She struggled not to respond to the slight smile that only touched half of Kathryn's lips. Such an adorable expression, it made her weak every time.
"What can I say? I thought I would test your resolve."
Helen walked closer. She lifted her leg and straddled Kathryn's lap, pushed her hands into Kathryn's thick hair, and pulled her head back. Kathryn stroked the backs of Helen's thighs. Starting near the knee. Moving higher... higher... teasing the hem of the skirt up. Confirming the lack of underwear.
Helen kissed Kathryn's cheek. Her bottom lip brushed over the skin, salty from sweat, up to her eye. She kissed the eyelid, between the eyebrows, her forehead. She stroked the nape of Kathryn's neck, and Kathryn pushed her hands between Helen's legs. Helen moved so that her face was lined up with Kathryn's. Kathryn parted her lips and breathed softly, washing coffee breath over Helen's face. Helen groaned and shook her head.
"Dreadful. Just awful."
They kissed, Helen thrusting her tongue into Kathryn's mouth. She could taste the coffee, rich and dark, and she felt it spreading into her mouth like a virus. Kathryn's tongue moved against hers, and Helen sucked in a breath as Kathryn touched her. She was the first woman Kathryn had ever kissed, the first woman Kathryn had ever been with. Their first night, Helen had laced their fingers together and taught Kathryn how to touch.
She was an excellent student.
Their kiss ended, and Helen looked into Kathryn's eyes. After a moment, she smiled.
"But worth it."
Kathryn pushed her chair back and tightened her grip on Helen's waist. Helen settled against Kathryn's body, hooked her ankles together, and laced her fingers together on the back of Helen's neck. "But I can think of a taste I like even better than coffee. Something that lingers on the lips. Something just as addictive."
Helen smiled and bent to kiss Kathryn again as she was carried back to the bed.
Coffee was still unacceptable.
But the aftertaste was something she could learn to live with.
Title: Keeping Up Appearances
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary/Warehouse 13
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Helena G Wells, Helen/James
Word Count: 733
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Warehouse 13, Helen Magnus/Helena G Wells, Victorian ladies"
Summary: Everything looks perfect on the surface.
This is what the outside observer, the waiter who refills their water glasses as they continue to visit well into the evening, the last customer to abandon his table to leave the foursome alone, sees...
The blonde has her hand resting lightly on the arm of her male companion, turning to face him when he speaks but also giving their tablemates the pleasure of her attentions. The brunette woman seems a bit quiet, demur, and she often closes her eyes as if deep in thought. Sometimes she smiles, or she gasps at an inopportune moment as if she is anticipating the end of a joke. The blonde curls her hand to tuck a stray hair behind her ear as she stares at the brunette across from her with a sly smile of conspiracy.
This is what the blonde's companion frets over...
Of a newly-shaven face, his fingertips lightly brushing his own muttonchops and wondering if he should have done the same. The way his hand trembles as he considers when would be the best time to tell his lovely fiancé that he will not be spending this evening with her as he's received an invitation elsewhere. She will understand, but he does not wish to ruin their evening with talk of the third spoke in their wheel. So he rests his hand upon hers and smiles when she turns to face him. He focuses on her words and her stories, not the soft touch of warm flesh against his. His smile wavers, but no one at the table notices.
This is what the brunette feels...
A soft brush, stocking against stocking, and the curved slope of a dainty feminine foot gliding over her calf, up to her knee. She struggles in vain to remain unmoved, to smile when appropriate and speak at her turn. Her fingers crush a cloth napkin, her eyes often drift shut, and she is soon focusing only on the way that foot feels on her inner thigh. She doesn't want it to stop brushing her, and she lifts the hem of her dress just enough to let her companion know that it's okay, that she wants this. God, how she wants this. She opens her eyes and sees the blonde is staring at her with wild, wanton, mischievous eyes and she can only smile in return.
This is what the blonde knows...
She saw the way they touched at the Sanctuary, how her fiancé leaned into the other man, how their hands remained clasped just a moment too long. How the other man's eyes closed when he felt the warm, masculine breath of her fiancé on his ear. When his eyes opened, it was a look of guilt and shame despite Helen's nod of approval. She knows that it's not her body occupying her fiancé's thoughts. She knows it will not be her bed warmed by his long, slender frame this evening. She is not jealous; they have an arrangement. Her foot settles between the brunette's thighs and she finds it captured. She moves her heel and the brunette's hand trembles as she lifts her glass. She takes a demure sip of ice water and blots her upper lip with one glove. The blonde presses against her and grins when she hears the gasp of pleasure.
This is what the brunette's companion thinks...
That it's terribly nice of his sister to invite him out for such a lovely dinner with such refined people. The meal is exquisite, as he'd known it would be, and the conversation is scintillating. He smiles at his companions and finds them all to be quite distracted. They have all finished eating, and he believes the waiter wishes them to go so he can close the restaurant. He suggests ordering dessert, but he is outvoted by all three. It's no matter; he has quite a few desserts awaiting him at home. Chocolates and cake, served with ice cold milk. His mouth waters at the thought of slicing into a thick piece of the cake.
This is what the waiter thinks...
For four people who whiled away several hours after their meal, the foursome from the back table certainly seemed to be in a hurry when they finally left. It's as if they all suddenly remembered somewhere they desperately needed to be. He clears their table and wonders what could possibly have been so urgent.
Title: Earn It
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Helen Magnus/Nikola Tesla
Word Count: 754
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Sleepers
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!
Rating: Mature
Author's Notes: This story made possible by the Porn Battle prompt "Helen Magnus/Nikola Tesla, control" and "tease." For Del.
Warnings: There's a TOUCH of dub-con in here. All in good fun, though.
Summary: Nikola doesn't want to help out for free.
The door swung open and Helen lifted her head with hope. She was sitting in the middle of the room, wrists tied to the arms of a chair with thick rope. Her legs were similarly bound, and another rope encircled her chest to keep her from struggling free. Her hope quickly faded when she saw who her savior was. "Naturally it would be you."
"You're not happy to see me?" Nikola stepped into the room and put his hands on the back of her chair, leaning forward so their faces nearly touched. "I'm hurt."
"Untie me. We haven't much time."
"We have time." He smiled. "You know, I've been fantasizing about this since the last time we were in this position. And look... no kids this time." He leaned closer. "I think I'll appreciate having you at my mercy."
Helen leaned toward him to show she wasn't afraid. "Untie me this instant, Nikola."
"And what do I get?"
Her eyes narrowed.
"When I helped you with the Cabal, I gained access to your amazing wine cellar." His eyes dropped to her chest. He touched the top button of her blouse, teasing it without actually pushing it through the hole. "I'm just curious what you're offering in return this time."
Helen rolled her eyes. "Very well. My wine cellar--"
"Is rather dry after my last visit. I'm afraid you'll have to do a lot better."
Helen wet her lips. "What would you like?"
Nikola leaned even closer. "I think you know the answer to that question, Helen."
Helen matched his lean. Their noses were almost brushing, their voices cast so low that only the two of them could hear when she spoke. "You want to know what I'd offer you to free me from these ropes? All right." Her breath was warm on his face and washed back over hers. "If you untie me now, I would allow you to tie me again later. Someplace where I am safe and relaxed. If you release me, I will let you capture me. I will let you undo the buttons of my blouse at your own pace.
"If you let me go... Nikola... I would be indebted to you. I wouldn't feel I was able to say no. So I would close my eyes as your finger traced the lacy cup of my bra, testing the firmness of my breast. I would bite my lip when you slid your fingers down between my legs. I'd let you lift my skirt to see whether my underwear matched my bra. And though my hands may curl to fists, and though I may make noises of frustration at the back of my throat, I would not tell you to stop.
"Not when you stroked my thigh. Not when you slipped the flimsy material of my knickers aside. But I would make a sound when your fingertip pushed inside of me." She chuckled, a low and sultry noise deep in her throat. "Oh, I'd push against you, Nikola. Eager for something... mm. Larger. Something throbbing and thick that can push deeply into me."
She turned her head slightly and her lips brushed his cheek.
Nikola gasped as he pushed the button through the hole. Helen gasped and they both looked down. He parted the folds of her shirt and saw the upper lace of her brassiere. He met her eyes.
"Is that an acceptable reward for you, Nikola?" She brushed his cheek with her finger.
He cleared his throat. "I think it would... i-it would..."
He looked down at her hand. He backed up and saw that, as they leaned closer together, she had slipped the knife from his pocket. Her right hand was free. When he retreated, she twisted and cut her other wrist free, then swept the blade over the rope that crossed her chest. Nikola stared in shock and dismay as she effortlessly cut through her bonds and stood, blowing the hair from her face with a calm breath. She turned the knife, holding it by the blade as she handed it back to him.
"Pity I didn't need your assistance after all." She smirked.
"But... b-but my knife. You used--"
"If you want the prize, Nikola, you'll have to earn it. Perhaps next time." She patted his arm as she stepped around him, making certain that her breasts brushed his arm.
Nikola stared at the knife, the empty chair, and growled as he turned and pursued Helen out of her makeshift cell.
Next time indeed...