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The changes in the Organization were coming fast and furious. Soon, Nikita Worth’s mentor and trainer Michael Samuelle would be ‘Operations’, in charge of all Sections. She doubted he would ever be her lover; everyone including his son told her he loved her. However she saw it in a skewed way, doubting the handsome Cold Op’s intentions.
She wore a tight black leather micro mini, very low cut long sleeve sweater that clung to her breasts like a second skin and black flat Mary Jane shoes. The underwear consisted of a lacey thong and no bra. Through the soft cashmere you could see her sprite nipples. Around her neck a chain and cross, ‘A la Elena’s Michael’ resting between her breasts.
Michael the object of Nikita’s existence was now a Level 13, taking over Section an achieving his goals. The Deep Blood Cover Mission was long forgotten; Elena had died in a car crash that was just an accident. Michael had custody of his son, the only heir to Vacek’s legacy. These acts partly responsible for the upheaval being effectuated.
Nikita like always walked around Section with a chip on her shoulder, mad at the world. No matter what anyone of the powers that be did, she was dead set against it. And of course worst of all was Michael, who the hell did he think he was God? She hated S1.
As Nikita crossed Com and stepped under Ops’ eerie, she saw the older man organizing his belongings. Nikita then saw Madelyn in her office packing her orchids and smiling for heaven’s sake. These two were going together to Center; the rumor was that Mr. Jones was not allowing them to part. They were to work together in non-operative related matters and absolutely no more setting parameters or implementing directives.
She left the hallway swatting at unshed tears. Section was changing, but she wasn’t being set free. Michael had become hard to get a hold of, had been gone for three weeks. The word was that he had just returned and hadn’t tried to reach her. Not even the revelation that Mr. Jones was her father had hurt the blonde as much as Michael’s lack of concern.
She’d find out of her father identity while Michael was away. Her world had come crashing down and she had not been able to find the comfort of Michael’s perceptive take on things. She understood the silent truth, so she knew that Michael’s indifference was Section’s manipulation. However, as always, Nikita wished he had broken protocol and rushed in guns raised, right when she wanted it and not when he deemed it timely.
She had come to her room to fetch a sweater, she was cold, and it showed. As she turned the corner Michael stepped unto her path, he was starting to put his jacket back on. “Hi” he said, looking into her teary eyes like if he knew what was wrong with her and closing the door to her room. She dug through her mind trying to come up with a smart retort.
“Michael, are you going to be using Ops office?” Idle chatter an excuse not to let her eyes wander to Michael’s smooth firm pecks under his tee. She was angrier now than before, no one had a right to look this good, and why had he not contacted her, questions screaming in her mind. She felt a little stressed, he wasn’t asking about her father.
He looked around and picked up the chain she wore around her neck. Playing with the cross and keeping his eyes on the item asked, “Why?”
She jerked the chain away from him and answered, “Errr, no reason”; she couldn’t think, turned and started walking.
Michael’s presence after such a long absence left her feeling weak. He reached out and held her elbow; the heat he radiated made her loose her footing. He said “Kita, you are having dinner with Adam and me tonight.” His voice soft and accented but very authoritative.
She was wordless; she thought, ‘did he just order me?’ Her eyes back to watching his left hand playing with her chain, while his right hand patterned circles around her elbow. She said, “Tonight? I am sorry, I have plans.” And then thought ‘How dare he order me around…in the personal arena’?
His lips quirked at the corners, almost unnoticeably, “We are on close quarters standby, what kind of plans?” After a brief pause and before she could answer “Cancel them.” He dropped his hands to his sides but not before stroking the back of his right one down her cheek. Walking away he called out, “7:00 pm, the Tower, don’t be late. And put something on over your sweater before coming to the briefing.”
“Ughh” she screeched, to no one in particular. She had time to devise a plan for settling of scores, in the mean time she had to go to the mandatory briefing. Michael had never made a move on her, but he acted as if he owned her. She hated S1.
Nikita came to the middle of Sections’ main floor, operatives of all levels and departments were gathering there. She stood next to Walter and Birkoff, the later commenting on her absence at breakfast, and Walter remarking on her revealing top. “Gee Sugar you want to give us heart attacks with that outfit, what were you thinking?”
To which she replied, “Exactly.”
The meeting started with links being displayed from all other Sections, Center and Oversight. Mr. Jones spoke “Today Michael Samuelle becomes Operations, he will be running all 11 Sections, will be making personnel changes and implementing directives that will affect all, he will receive everyone’s cooperation. Each Section is to bid farewell to their current Operations, they are all going to Center to different positions. We thank them for their service and hope they enjoy their new endeavors.”
Nikita thought, ‘how bizarre.’ Michael wasn’t taking his eyes off the blonde mesmerized by the cross and the request she had not heeded. Although paying attention to the briefing, he was devising ways to replace the cross which lay on her breasts, with his tongue. He was finally going to enjoy her, had to resolve this distraction problem before it became his weakness. But with the changes taking effect, she was his, without a doubt.
Mr. Jones called Michael’s name…again. “Yes” the cool Frenchman responded in his succinct way, recovering quickly. “I asked if there was anything else.”
Michael stated “The following personnel will meet here with Nikita in one hour, we will then meet in intervals of 15 minutes starting at 10:00 am.” A list of names scrolled on the screen behind his head.
Mr. Jones again “There are major changes coming to the Organization, changes that will improve our success rate and humanize the system. A new day is dawning.” He looked at his daughter and shook his head in disapproval of her attire and the screen went blank. Michael said “Dismissed” and pulled Nikita to the side “my office 5 minutes”, and with this he walked away surrounded by darkly cladded ops.
Nikita was confused, he head full of questions. Things were happening in rapid succession, a PDA was being handed to her; an op was showing her to her new office – Michael’s old one, and a dozen ops were calling her name, whether in person, through the COM or by beeping screens.
Inside her new office she was being handed a jacket by a young op, “Michael sends this.” The young girl said embarrassed.
“Take it back and tell him I don’t need it, thank you.”
The girl retorted. “Please Nikita don’t make me do that.”
Nikita said, “Things have changed, haven’t you heard, although some things never do. Never mind, I’ll deal with this troglodyte myself.”
The girl laughed.
Nikita carried the jacket draped on her arm. As she walked into Michael’s new office – a huge room behind Ops eerie that would soon be connecting with the her office and immediately saw Adam. Donning the jacket not to give the boy an early education of the female form and looking apologetically at Michael, Nikita said “Hello Adam.”
“Nikita” the young boy ran to her opened arms, bringing a huge grin to his father’s face.
“You are not going to believe our new beach home. I get a reading room that connects with your and dad’s room.” Adam was narrating this enthusiastically without taking a breath and pulling her hand so she would follow him to the table were he’d been sitting. The top of which was covered with photographs of different properties.
“Choose one” Michael said in his annoying yet commanding way.
With a look of disgust this time she said to Adam. “You choose Adam.”
“Daddy already chose Nikita, he likes this one, says you will probably not like it, but I said you will.” The little boy said showing her a magnificent home.
“Dad is in quite an officious way.” She retorted.
“I don’t know what that means, but if it means bossy he says that is why the two of us need to join forces against him. Do we need to be like Ninjas?”
The boy delivered this matter-of-factly, to his father, and even Nikita’s amusement. She reached over kissed the boy and mussed his hair, the boy said, “You are not planning to do much of that mushy stuff are you? If you need to kiss someone maybe Daddy wants you to kiss him” and now whispering conspirationally “Big boys like that better than little ones like me.” She was amazed at the 5-year-old boy already brilliant and a charmer.
Michael bent down to where Nikita was kneeling next to the standing boy and kissed the blonde softly on the top of her head. She swatted at him as if he was a fly. He smiled and said “Son, go see Christopher, Chuck will take you. Not too many sweets.”
Chuck who had become head of Michael’s security nodded at Michael and winked at the blonde. Again conspirationally Adam said to her “You need to take care of business now, we’ll talk later, ok?” with this he put his little hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. ‘The Samuelle men’, she thought, ‘a force to be recon with.’
“Adam sounds like an old man, too smart…” She said swinging her leg as she sat on the edge of a table. Nervously playing with her cross and not looking at Operations.
Michael approached her and took her face in his hands, she tried to fend him off, but his insistence made her defenses slip. “As smart as his father” His lips kissed her mouth which was aghast, and then the edge of her sweater, finally being able to replace the cross with his tongue. Quickly he stood and continued briefing her on the next Mission.
“Your father and I have decided to let you run all Psych evaluations, we believe that your experience with Madeline…” he went on as thought nothing had happened between them, and then he paused. “I didn’t know he was your father until three weeks ago, they wouldn’t let me contact you, I hope you are focused on the good this can serve…”
Nikita let out a sigh; she had needed Michael these past weeks like she had never needed anyone before. He was her raison d'être, the underlying motive for surviving S1 and the voice of reason. His controlled manner, his economy of words, his overall unrepentant fashion gave the blonde a life-long goal, to be like Michael - perfection in motion
Michael on the other hand was pulp around her. He didn’t show it, he never did, but this woman was the gutter ball in his otherwise controlled existence. His demeanor around her was his covert way of breathing. She brought light into his darkness.
The decision to kiss her was totally off the cuff and therefore very unlike the proscribed manner he always displayed. But it had gotten to that point; he needed to tell her, to explain, to comfort her. He had not thought with his brain, his cock and heart had done the bidding and he had put them both at risk, he knew this and so did she. But Michael now had to reign himself back. “Be patient, please Kita”. His smile sad.
She nodded and said, “As my first official act, I want the doors to the White Rooms oiled, hate that sound, it is torture to everyone. Will you be present in all the interviews?” His message understood and her vision focused on the work at hand. Very unlike Nikita Michael thought, and the interviews began, continued and finally ended around 11:50 pm.
Christopher had long before taken Adam up to the Tower, both Michael and Nikita, separately had gone to see the boy, played with him and together eaten with him. At the door of the elevator Michael had run into Nikita coming down from the Tower.
“Hi”, his eyes tired, but fixed on the pools that were her eyes.
“Hello” she retorted.
“Were have you been?” He said. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“I was with Adam.” She shyly stated.
“Isn’t he sleeping yet?” Michael spoke softly.
“I was just watching him sleep, he asked me to stay.” She reached for his hand, and held them between both of hers. He relaxed at her touch, eyes shuttered for a second.
“Let’s go eat something, not here outside.” Michael entwined his fingers with hers and entered the elevator. There he pulled her against him and said “We’ve got to be discreet”. He breathed deeply and kissed her softly at first, then with a crescendo that left her breathless.
They were now at the interior parking lot of Section; Michael had cameras intermittently removed throughout and they were standing in a newly created blind spot, he had asked their driver and bodyguards to let them be. He was holding her against a wall, hands pinned to her sides, total control.
His mouth was savoring the blondes’ soft one. His tongue delving passionately in and out of her mouth, tracing her lips precisely. She was completely submissive to his powerful stance and hold. Her eyes closed obeying his silent command.
“I have loved you since the first time I saw you. How could I tell you - I was married, had Adam, was under orders and basically had a appalling life?” He told her sadly, his lips touching hers as he spoke.
“Michael you could have made an effort…” she was now looking into his green eyes.
He interrupted, moving away from her just a fraction of an inch “And put everyone at risk? Is that what you wanted that I ignore the real threat that Section is and what – Ni-ki-ta satisfy some sexual desires, damn the torpedoes, I can’t believe you’d want…?”
“Michael” she whispered, tracing his lips with her right index finger “don’t be angry, I have needed you.”
“And you have never been without me.” He told her this releasing his hold on the frustrated and awfully stubborn blonde.
She answered grabbing his hand and pulling him to her “True, but how about my wants and needs? She rubbed her hips against his, his arousal evident and painful.”
“If you’d been paying attention Kita you would…I told you to be patient remember?”
“Yes” she had won the battle; he was back to embracing her and giving her small kisses.
“And why didn’t you listen?” He asked seriously.
“Because when it comes to you I can’t help myself. I have been horny since I have known you Michael.” She planted a resounding kiss on his lips and smiled.
Michael’s resolve melted a bit as he told her “You haven’t been alone, my sweet.”
Pulled her towards his car, which was parked within a yard of them and opened her door so she’d get in. He kissed her again and put her seat belt on then walked around and sat behind the wheel. He put the car in gear and waving to the garage attendant and taking hold of her hand he drove out into the night.
“Michael aren’t you going to ask me where I want to go eat.” Nikita questioned him.
“No” he answered, “have you noticed I am trying to see if you will obey me?”
She laughed, “Is that it, I was wondering what cave you had crawled out of, you are acting like a caveman Michael, all the orders, all the control.”
They were waiting at a traffic light, he smiled an evil grin, put her hand to his lips, kissed her fingers and whispered, “I’ve got command Nikita, don’t forget it.”
“Take me to your bed Michael, we’ll see who has command.” She retorted moving their clutched hands to his groin.
Michael said, “We are skipping dinner” made a U-turn and drove back to Section.
“Where are we going.” She asked, amused and a little anxious.
“My close quarters Kita, were I have fantasized about making you mine a million times.”
“I have been yours since that first day in the White Room Michael. Do you think that laying under you even for just a second doesn’t render anyone your chattels, why do you think they called me your material?” She told him, somehow annoyed at the term.
“I don’t understand Kita, you turn me into total…how do you say, mush.” He joked.
She smiled “Mush ha? You really don’t know, you don’t know your sensuality Michael; let’s say that most women and some men liquefy in your presence. It isn’t because of your training, it is something inanely yours my sweet. I am no exemption; I am probably the perfect paradigm to your sexual draw.”
“Is that so? How about Grey, Chandler, Jurgen, Freddy? Michael said half teasingly.
“I wanted emotions from you Michael, jealousy is an emotion.” She spat out.
“Is that it, an emotion, you were not into these men?” He also spat this out.
“No Michael, were you into Elena?” She said with controlled rage.
“Kita, E-le-na was an assignment, can you say the same for all those men?”
“They were all Missions whether my own or Sections, they were there to help me cope with your…let’s drop this, I have made amends with the lies, manipulations and disastrous acts, whether mine or yours, all done in the name of Section.”
She smiled kissed his fingers and sucked them into her mouth.
Her hand on his lap was wreaking havoc with Michael’s controlled presence. He had to take this power from her and wetting his finger now with his saliva, brought them into her skimpy thong underwear and found a pool of desire between her legs. Her head fell back as he started his deliberate ministrations to the folds that were her womanhood.
She was moaning and he was having trouble controlling the car, for her hand had not released his member and continued stroking it through the fine fabric of his pants. She was mindlessly giving him a hand job while her insides were exploding as he was shoving first one then two fingers into her channel. Immediately Michael felt his fingers being milked by her powerful contractions, the first of many climaxes she was to reach.
She disengaged, he whimpered and parked the car. She came to her knees on the seat, giving him a flash of ass that almost made him cum as he teetered in the brink of release. She quickly lower his fly and attached her mouth to his dick with such enthusiasm and need that it made him come hard, quick, long, he groaned and held her head to him.
“Thank you Kita, let’s start new, just like the Organization. Do you want to eat?”
“Later. Tonight your fantasies will become reality, tomorrow is my turn.”
Michael smiled, “Kita, I’m going to be needing more than tonight.”
The End
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