The Velvet Fist - Rated X for content and language

"All clear, we have closure," Michael's voice intones for Birkoff's benefit.

Nikita places her gun back in her holster and starts to stand up when gunfire erupts all around the two of them. Quickly squatting back down, Nikita throws Michael a puzzled glance, "What the hell?"

Birkoff yips as the unexpected gunfire erupts through his transceiver, normally he has it turned down when he knows ahead of time they are going to be firing weapons. "What the hell? Michael report."

Operations flicks his switch, opening his channel. He had been routinely monitoring the mission when the gunfire had erupted. Michael had just reported closure. Now what? Operations scowls, sure that somehow it was all Nikita's fault. "What the hell? Birkoff, what is going on?"

***

Michael and Nikita stay crouched almost floor level as the gunfire continues, sprinkled with racial slurs and various remarks concerning an opponent's ancestry and parental sexual habits.

"Looks like we landed in the middle of a gang war," Michael murmurs.

Nikita winces and nods her head, "Do we have egress?"

"From the sound of it, I doubt it."

Michael relays his theory to Operations via Birkoff. Birkoff confirms the presence of about 40 individuals divided on either side of them. The thermos confirmed that there is plenty of fire power on site.

Nikita laughs ironically, "Wouldn't it be something? You and me killed as innocent bystanders?" She smirks, finding a perverse pleasure in the situation despite its seriousness.

Michael just looks at her and then starts scanning the area for more reliable cover. After a few moments, he nods towards her and points with one finger to his left, then closes his fist and flashes three fingers twice. Nikita nods her understanding that there is an opening to the left 6 seconds away.

The two of them scamper as discreetly as possible and slide into an unmarked doorway. The bullets blaze around them but there is little indication of actual wounding.

"What a waste of ammo," Michael murmurs as he picks the lock on the door and motions for Nikita to wait for a moment. He flicks on his penlight and slithers inside.

Nikita leans into the doorway, sniffing cautiously. The room smells faintly like paint and construction materials, a scent she is very familiar with since she remodels her apartment so much.

Michael's hand appears out of the dark, motioning her in and Nikita follows.

After closing the door securely, Michael flashes his penlight up against the wall until he locates a light switch.

Nikita blinks as the lights blaze forth, her eyes rapidly adjusting.

She gasps.

Michael sighs.

She giggles.

Michael sighs.

She guffaws.

Michael sighs.

"OMIGAWD, we are in Madeline's playroom," Nikita giggles out.

All around them, encased in plastic and tastefully displayed are "adult" toys of various sizes, shapes and uses. Emblazoned in bright neon pink velvet arched across the middle of the room is a sign, stating "Welcome to the Velvet Fist - Where Dreams Come True."

Nikita is laughing so hard she has to sit down. "You ..." giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle, "You broke into a ... oh god it hurts ... into a brothel!!"

***********

Nikita wandered around the room as Michael attempted to communicate with Birkoff through his com unit. It seemed between the gang war outside playing havoc with electrical transformers and Operations' frothing at the mouth about the mess they were in (specifically blaming Nikita for it, somehow) it was not an easy conversation.

Nikita admired the display cases with the edible underwear, flavored condoms and flavored body lotions all grouped together according to taste: banana, cherry, mint ...

She wandered over to the little display "islands" and appreciated the handcuffs, plain, with fuzz and extra strength; contemplated the leather masks, the leather blindfolds, the leather gags and peered, intrigued, at the leather harnesses.

As Operations continued to berate both Michael and Birkoff for their inability to psychically predict the movements of everyone on earth and build a plan, just in case, Nikita curiously approached the wall and its various displays. She lifted a tentative hand but did not quite touch the anal beads, anal sticks, butt plugs, electro-sucks, hand-lubers, two-headed dildos, the traditional vibrators, the traditional vibrator with a variety of sleeves, the jellies, the ....

Michael turns at the sound of Nikita's very loud gasp. From his position near the door all he can see is that she is holding a pinkish item encased in plastic wrap and mounted on some cardboard. Her mouth is agape.

Michael signs off after verifying the fact that they are trapped there until the police, notorious for ignoring situations like this, happen to come by and do something to break the war up, or they run out of bullets, whichever comes first. Warily he approaches Nikita, unwillingly curious as to what would shock her after Madeline's training seminars.

Nikita looks up and frowns at Michael, an outraged expression on her face. He arches an eyebrow in silent question. "Are you modeling on your off hours?" she hisses, spinning the package around so that he can view the item. The "item" is a very large "life-like" dildo with veins and shading that's size and shape suspiciously match Michael's own erection. Blazoned across the top of the package in lurid yellow and green type are the words "Our best seller! Be blessed by the angels and bury the sword."

***********

Michael looks at Nikita's accusing glare and then studies the item she holds with more attention. He shakes his head slightly, "Ni-kit-a, that is NOT me," he denies.

"Of course it is you, just look at it. See this vein here? (Nikita draws a finger across the plastic wrapped piece of .... what is that material anyway??) and the slight curve? and look at that flare! It is you! Who did you let make an impression of you? Well?!?" She demands without giving him a chance to deny or confirm the similarities.

Michael's face set in a stubborn, mulish cast. "I did not MODEL for that damn thing," he bites out, his face a little flushed. (Quite a bit of emotion, considering the source =>)

Nikita snorts, "I'll prove it!" she threatens and with one quick, practiced (extremely practiced, why, he made her do it again and again and again until she perfected the move) motion, Nikita depants Michael.

Michael stands there, shocked, a little intimidated by her boldness, and a lot turned on.

"See!" she crowed, reaching out to clasp his semi-erect penis in her warm hand. "Even now, you can see the similarities."

Michael shudders at her touch and the wicked look in her eyes. His brilliant strategic mind plays over the options that they are stuck there, there is no one listening to them and 'what the hell,' he's always loved an aggressive woman => "Purely coincidental," he snobbishly (as possible, considering the circumstances) replies. Nikita rises to the bait, as he knew she would, and proceeds to become determined to make him rise to the occasion.

"Oh yeah?" she moves to her knees and runs her soft lips up the underside of his increasing, stiffening, becoming more and more a twin of, erection. "I know, I'm right," she taunts him as her hand follows her tongue's trail up and down his cock.

Nikita gasped and leaned closer to Michael. Her soft breath blew lightly across his cockhead, causing it to twitch. Her tongue flicked out and delicately traced the flare with barely a touch of moisture.

Madeline's lessons be damned, Nikita always felt inspired to new heights (and depths =>) of sexual torture/delight whenever she had Michael at her mercy.

Michael's hips move forward in an instinctive response to her teasing and Nikita's throat tightened in excitement as she caressed him, marveling anew at the hot softness of his skin, an iron bar wrapped in velvet. Her skillful fingers ran over his flesh, delighting in the texture.

"One day I'm going to do this near a measuring tape," she threatened him, her voice tickling across his sensitized skin. Michael's hands clenched at his hips and he bit his lower lip to keep from grabbing her and pulling her closer. He would never really force her to do anything to him, finding this one of the most private violations another human being is capable of.

Nikita opened her mouth and slid her tongue out over her teeth and just under his cockhead, resting on the vein. The vein pounding with anticipation as she used her tongue as a guide to pull him inside. Her lips closed around him, trapping him a hot, wet mouth while her tongue teased him. She moved forward taking more and more of his shaft into her mouth, her tongue wrapping around each inch as it advanced. For several moments she was lost in the pure selfish pleasure of the thrill of the feeling of him in her mouth, the taste of him intoxicating her.

She bobbed her head a little taking him to the entrance of her throat and then pulled back. She could feel him throbbing and swelling as she worked her magic on him. She could hear his knuckles pop as he clenched his hands tightly in an attempt at control.

At the sound of his frustrated/excited whimper she pulled back and then moved forward, slowly sliding her mouth up and down, up and down, only the top third of his cock. Her fingers constantly moved on the still unenclosed shaft, massaging the blood further into his shaft, making him swell and tighten.

Michael gasped, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she held it there, sucking and licking gently.

Nikita's mouth sank down his cock with agonizing slowness as she savored every inch. Her hands wrapped around his shaft caressing him as her mouth advanced, guiding him into her mouth, his erection so hard now that it was naturally pulling against her, wanting to stand straight up and slap against his belly, shadowing his belly button.

Michael groaned as his cockhead touched the entrance of Nikita's throat but she did not stop there. She continued to ease his cock into her throat, his swollen cockhead bulging her neck out as it pushed in.

Michael tried to pull back, not wanting Nikita to feel like she had to participate in "Deep Throat 1A" but Nikita grabbed his ass and would not let him withdraw. She wanted this, she wanted to feel him deep inside her, she wanted to pleasure him this way. His cock sank deeper and deeper into her throat as Nikita breathed slowly and evenly through her nose, her head spinning with the taste, the feel of Michael overwhelming her senses. She eased her head even deeper, taking almost three quarters of him into her mouth and throat.

Michael swayed as he stood and tried to accept the torture/pleasure she was gifting to him.

Nikita concentrated on the feel of him in her throat and mouth. She wiggled her tongue against the bottom of his cock shaft and massaged the now prominent vein, delighting in the pulsations she could feel thrusting through his shaft and causing his cockhead to swell even more. Just to further delight herself and to drive him nuts, as she eased him back out, she twisted her head in a little corkscrew motion that tightened her around Michael. He gasped and trembled.

Nikita felt Michael's cock tremble and grow, expanding beyond measure, in her throat as she thrust forward, taking his cock head even deeper. She moaned around him as she felt his fingers brush across her breasts and her body unconsciously arched upward as she pressed forward, determined to take him all. She craved him now, hungered for the feel of him.

Michael's fingers made contact with her nipples through her blouse and bra. They weren't hard to find, they were stiff and sharp, almost poking holes through her clothing. Any doubts he may have had regarding her enjoyment of her actions were immediately dispelled at the feel of her obvious excitement. His fingers slid around her nipples, gripping lightly, rolling gently, tugging and squeezing until she moaned again. Michael jerked at the feeling of sensation that cascaded across his cock head and shaft as her moan caused her throat to vibrate.

Nikita felt Michael's cockhead swell even more as another throb rhythmed through him. She could taste his pre-cum at the back of her throat and she devilishly swallowed, encasing him in her warm wet walls.

Michael gasped and swayed a little on his feet. His fingers tightening on her nipples in unconscious response.

Nikita squirmed, achingly aware of the build up of her own excitement and the clinging dampness of her panties. She dropped one hand off of Michael's ass, sure that he would no longer try to retreat from her loving attention, and fumbled with her pants. Her hands were trembling so much it was nearly impossible to pop the button open but after an eternal second the front of her pants opened up and she greedily shoved a hand down the front, reaching for her clit and relief.

With a great moan of lust, Nikita pushed forward, sinking Michael further and further into her mouth, her throat, intent on her goal. Her fingers burrowing through the pale gold hair surrounding her own sex, Nikita's fingertip made contact with her clit at the same moment her lips reached the base of Michael's cock. His auburn curls tickled her as she tried to inhale him into her body, tried to devour him.

Nikita pulled her hand out of her pants and brought her drenched fingers upwards, she looked upwards to find Michael's green eyes burning into her, mesmerized by her actions. Slowly licking her way back, she pulled backwards exposing more and more of his cock shaft until she held only his cock head in mouth, her tongue darting in and out to wrap around his shaft. She drew her juices across and around his cock, his harsh breathing echoing in the empty store. Keeping her eyes locked on his, Nikita began moving forward, encasing him, savoring the taste of them both.

Michael's eyes slitted as he struggled with the passion Nikita's actions were causing to vibrate through his body. He locked his knees and watched her as her tongue moved with tantalizing slowness closer and closer flicking little trails of fire over his sensitized flesh. He tugged on her nipples, delighting in the physical response of her moans as much as the mental thrill of being the one to give her pleasure.

Nikita felt Michael's cock thrust forward sinking deeper into her mouth and throat. She could feel the fine tension in him building. She delighted in the uncontrollable rhythm of his hips. Her throat spasmed around him, her tongue licking out around the heaving, throbbing flesh in her throat.

His cock head rasped over her moist wet throat walls. She dove forward taking him to the limit. He throbbed in her depths as the cum surged up and out.

Nikita screamed with delight as she felt him cum. Her throat opening and closing, sucking at him, swallowing. Shamelessly she eased her mouth back up his heaving flesh, her body experience one trembling rush of pleasure after another, her soft lips encasing his cockhead as she coaxed out every drop.

**********

Nikita leans back, resting on her knees. "Yum."

Michael sways as he regains his senses. His green eyes blaze forth as he see the shameless little strumpet in front of him, grinning wickedly in delight. "My turn."

Nikita shakes her head, "No."

"No?"

"Not until you admit you model during your off hours," Nikita grins cheekily at him, her hand pointing out the still wrapped plastic item under dispute.

Michael shakes his head in rueful dismay. *She never seems to learn.* Surprisingly quick for a man who has just had the world rocked from underneath him, Michael grabs a set of fuzzy handcuffs off of a building pillar that has been made into a display island, rips open the package and cuffs Nikita's hands in front of her. The pink fuzz contrasting nicely with her smooth skin.

Nikita gasps, amazed. "You are so talented," she teases at her own peril.

Michael's lips lift in a tiny smile as he unzips her shirt and pops the front closure of her bra, freeing her breasts from their ineffectual confinement.

"You know you don't have to use these," Nikita holds up her hands showing the handcuffs, "I'll do anything you want," Nikita's voice lowers to a husky whisper.

Michael nods seriously, "They are not to make you do anything. They are to stop you from stopping me." He pushes her onto the floor.

Nikita willingly lays down, "Stop you?" her brow wrinkles in consternation, "When have I stopped you from doing anything?"

Michael raises her hands over her head and starts to tie them to the display pillar, using his belt. "You crawled away from me," he accuses softly.

"Crawled away? When did I ....? Oh," Nikita blushes, "But that's because you wouldn't let me stop .... Oh no you don't. Michael ..." she starts to struggle but the belt is already tightened.

Michael lays down on the floor next to her, propping himself up on one elbow so that he can freely run a hand up and down her body which he does, lightly trailing his fingertips across her stomach.

Nikita clenches her legs together and strives to ignore his touch.

Michael searches her face for a moment, "About earlier ..."

"What about earlier?"

"I didn't get to finish."

"Finish?"

Michael nods, "Hmmm, several things were left undone," he murmurs as he nuzzles her neck, pushing her hair off of her throat with his nose. Nikita rolls her head to the other side, exposing her throat his mouth.

She moans as his teeth close around a spot of flesh and his teeth strokes the captured skin.

His hands continue to trace light rhythmic patterns across the vulnerable skin of her inner arms and sides as he coaxes her lips open and traces his tongue across her inner lower lip.

Nikita trembles and gasps into his mouth. She longs to wrap her legs around him and pull him tighter against her whole body but his threat still rings her ears. She remembers that night. He had come back from a mission, just a little drunk, as the parameters of the mission had called for, and had driven her crazy with his mouth. Her whole body had been throbbing with pleasure and she been a trembling, quivering wreck, unable to stop orgasming as Michael had attacked her with his tongue and teeth as though he were a starving man and she was a feast. Part of her wanted it again, oh so badly and the other part of her was ashamed at her incredibly wanton response to him that night, and so she was conflicted and her legs stayed clenched together.

Michael breaks the kiss and looks down at her. He studies her shimmering blue eyes, reading her thoughts, "Never be embarrassed by pleasure, 'Kita." he whispers to her before taking her mouth in a sweet kiss that flows love over her.

He straddles her body, his reviving erection throbbing on her stomach, moving lower as he licks his way down her chest, circling her left nipple with tiny licks of sensation, swiping his tongue tip right across the tip fleetingly. He drags his tongue across her breast, down into the valley and across to the right nipple which he captures in his mouth, suckling as he slowly closes his teeth around the stiff point.

Nikita whimpers and pushes her flesh towards him, seeking more extreme contact. Sighs and moans escaping her lips, encouraging him, entreating with him.

Her eyes closed, her shoulder and chest arching upwards, Nikita is lost in the pleasure of Michael's teeth and tongue totally unaware of the objects he takes off the side of the pillar. Totally unaware of him opening one of the packages, rubbing his fingertip across and around making sure it is smooth and edge free.

**********

No, Nikita is simply enjoying herself, enjoying the familiar and still fulfilling sensation of Michael's mouth until he pulls away from her breast and with one last lick to her throbbing swollen nipple slowly clamps a clip around the base of her nipple.

Nikita gasps at the first cold metal touch and then jumps, her eyes flying open as the clip closes around her, stinging her and sending a ripple through her.

Dangling down the peak of her breast is the glittering gleam of some very pretty stones.

Michael sits back to admire the view as her chest heaves with a confusing blend of aching pain and aching pleasure.

Silently he holds the other clip up and Nikita's eyes are drawn to it helplessly, her mouth dry as she can not say the words that would stop this or release her from her now-willing bondage.

Nikita's eyes are drawn with fascinated helplessness to the twin clip in Michael's hand. The same clip that he keeps opening to let "snap" closed. Each time it closes, Nikita involuntarily jerks on the floor, causing the clip all ready in place to sway, tugging lightly.

Michael places his forefinger on Nikita's lips and nudges her mouth open. Puzzled, though willing, she draws his finger into her mouth, sucking on it, nibbling lightly as her tongue paints tight circles, her lips pursed around his digit. Michael closes his eyes at the sensation, sight and memories, then reopens them as he slowly pulls his finger out of her mouth. Nikita reluctantly releases him.

Michael reaches for her chest and with his, now wetted, forefinger traces a trail up her breast to her left nipple. He rolls it gently between forefinger and thumb, tugging almost sharply.

Nikita gasps and squirms, vividly conscious of the pinch of her right nipple, the clip which still "snaps" shut in his other hand and the fact that her left nipple is beginning to ache for the same treatment.

Michael brings the clip to her mouth, "Kiss."

Nikita feels her face flame with embarrassment and excitement and she very delicately places a chaste, almost virginal, kiss on the clasp. Unable to look away, her chest heaving in anticipation, Nikita watches Michael open the clip, center it at the base of her extremely hard erect nipple and then release the back so that it clamps in place.

Michael places his knee at the juncture of her thighs as he releases the clasp and nudges his way down into the crevice created. After a brief second of resistance, her thighs part and Michael smoothly nestles his knee against her, his skin almost set on fire by the heat radiating through her pants from her crotch.

The sharp sting reverberates through her breast and Nikita cries out. Instantly her nipple and its jewelry are enclosed in a gentle mouth, a tongue soothing the pinch. Nikita groans, her hips thrusting upwards.

With a parting kiss, Michael pulls away from her breast, admiring the two pretty dangles swaying on her panting chest, one gleaming with moisture.

Nikita's hips continue to churn, pressing her cloth covered cunt against his knee, angling to crush her clit against the solid bone of his kneecap. She whimpers as the touch merely teases her, not creating fulfilling contact.

She looks at him, watching his eyes stray down to the glistening gems. She glances down at her chest and the sight of her nipples trapped in clamps of gold, the swollen tips visibly throbbing, ripples through her, "Pretty," she murmurs, watching her breasts, lured by the unique sight. Experimentally, she wiggles a little, as much as she is able, and whimpers at the tug of the weights.

Michael watches the string of five gems apiece sparkle and glide across Nikita's soft flesh and picks up the last item of the matched set. He watches her play with her newest toys and runs the item through his fingers, caressing the strand, feeling the strength of it. Casually he drapes it in the valley of her breasts, drawing it down her skin, picking up the slight sheen of sweat that has started to appear on her.

Nikita jumps at the touch of the length of chain laid between her breasts. She glances up at Michael, puzzled, and freezes at the look in his eyes.

Once he is sure he has captured her attention, Michael raises the chain, not too high, and pops it against her skin. Nikita unconsciously tenses, but the sound of the links popping against her moist skin is more dramatic than the slight sting the action actually generates.

Michael repeats once on the top of the right breast, the left breast, the bottom of the right breast, the left breast and once across each of her bejeweled nipples. Nikita moans and sighs watching the thin red lines come into prominence on her white skin, the stinging sensation causing her to wrap her legs around his leg and rub harder against Michael's knee, sliding on her juices as she strives to build traction and friction.

Michael's hardening erection throbs against his stomach, jerking at her moans and grinding motions. He runs the chain through his fingers and places it to the side. Leaning forward he shoves a inflated love pillow behind Nikita's head and shoulders, propping her up more, loosening some of the tension on her arms and pressing his knee against her harshly for a few seconds. Nikita gasps. He softly kisses the insides of her elbows, returns to his original position and picks the chain back up.

Nikita shivers as he attaches one of the ends of the chain around the dangle loop of the earring on her right nipple, tugging slightly as he attaches the other end to the left clip. Taking the center of the chain, he pulls outward making a bottomless triangle, putting tension on her captured nipples and then moves the top of the triangle up to her mouth. "Open."

Nikita hesitantly opens her mouth and Michael slides the chain into her mouth. "Close." As her mouth closes Nikita feels the pull on her secured nipples and moans around the links. He has given her the capability to torture herself. She starts to push the chain out of her mouth, defiantly, when he stops her with a shaking finger. "If you do that, I'll take it with me," he threatens.

Nikita arches an eyebrow at him, her eyes opening wider as she watches him start to move further down her body, kissing a circuitous route on the way down. He stops to tease her belly button and nips her suddenly. Nikita squeals jerking her head back and tugs abruptly on her nipples. She moans at the movement and the moment. She's trapped. All ready Michael is farther away that she is, meaning his pull on her nipples would be more extreme, but she can't help but respond to him. Her nipples throb in sympathy while pleading for another tug.

**********

Michael takes his time removing her clothes, ignoring her groans of protests and wigglings. Due to the situation he can only open the rest of her shirt, but he does so, admiring the twinkling of the chain. Nikita learns early on to keep her head still.

Her boots, socks and pants are no problem at all, she knows better than to lash out at him, secretly afraid if she did, somehow he would find a way to immobilize her completely and she did so enjoy wrapping her legs around his hips and urging him on.

Michael shakes his head in amusement as it becomes obvious Nikita is not wearing any underwear *again.* Thankful that he did not know this during the mission.

Michael moves further down Nikita's body, placing small kisses on her hips as he slides his hands down her sides to her thighs. He firmly parts her legs, making room for himself, nestling between her thighs.

Nikita wiggles as she watches him make himself comfortable, finding just the right spot as if he were going to stay there a while, fear and anticipation battling for dominance.

Michael places a tiny kiss on each inner thigh and then directs a stream of cool air across her cunt, across her burning hot skin. Nikita uncontrollably jerks and moans at the sensation below and the yank on top. She pants as her body attempts to assimilate everything at once.

Michael frowns a little, levers himself up and reaches up to cup her breast mounds. Cupping them in his hands, he squeezes them lightly. Capturing her slightly glazed gaze, he slides his fingers up to her nipples and simultaneously removes both clips and replaces the harsh little jaws with his soft, comforting tongue on the right and then the left.

Nikita's jaw unclenches as she releases the length of chain and blood courses back into the delicate hypersensitive tips. Nikita smiles as Michael's tongue and lips comfort her abused body, a feeling of tenderness flowing through her at his obvious concern and compassion.

Michael looks up from her left breast and with a last lick, asks, "Okay?"

Nikita nods, smiling, "Okay," she wiggles her hands, "You can let me go now."

Michael slants an eyebrow as Nikita rattles the handcuffs again and looks at him with pseudo innocence. Wordlessly he shakes his head "No."

She pouts, sticking her tongue out at him, a dangerous thing to do considering her position.

A small smile plays about his lips as he moves so that he is straddling her waist. He braces himself on his knees instead of sitting on her and leans the top half of his body forward so that he can kiss her trapped fingers, resting his hands on the pillar.

Nikita gazes at his superb body, her eyes running from his rampant erection, bobbing a little, just out of reach of her mouth, up his well-defined stomach, to his sculpted broad chest and shoulders. Tilting her head back further against the pillows she can follow his elegant throat and firm jaw line to her hands. Straining she can see the tip of his tongue swipe across the pads of her thumbs just as she feels the movement.

Nikita jerks in surprise at the erotic feeling of him playing with her fingertips. The handcuffs are not tight enough to cut the flow of blood, they are more symbolic than functional, but still her fingers are so sensitive she can swear she can feel his soft breath blowing across her fingerprints.

Glancing down at her, Michael forces eye contact. Once he is sure he has captured her attention, he slowly, dragging his movements out for show, encloses her left index finger in his mouth, his lips closing around the base in gentle bondage.

Nikita moans and squirms and can not look away. The feeling of Michael's mouth and tongue playing with her finger works its way down her arms and shots straight to her crotch. If this was a small portion of what fellatio felt like, no wonder men sought it with such fervor.

He scrapes his teeth up her finger as he lets it slide out of his mouth and she trembles, aching. Michael has positioned himself so the only contact between their two bodies is his mouth on her finger, but she can feel the heat of him billowing down upon her.

"Michael," her voice cracks a little.

Michael pulls away from her palms where he had been gently licking the skin in a circular motion. "Hmm?" he looks at her inquiringly.

Nikita's toes start to curl at the sensuous sound of his voice, his enjoyment of both her situation and his own actions apparent in that one small sound.

"Quit teasing me," she whimper/pleads.

Michael barely pauses in his kissing of the inside of her arms, causing goose bumps to rise and shivers to cascade down Nikita's body, "No."

Nikita gasps in shock and then grins. She should know better than to try to hurry him. Michael's patience in this arena is limitless, or so it seems, compared to her own impatience.

"Then kiss me at least," she tried injecting a tone of command into her voice, failing as she gasps in the middle of her sentence as he bites the inside of her elbow, harder than gentle and gentler than painful.

"Soon."

This does not reassure her.

Finally Michael touches her, trailing his fingers down her arms, sides of her chest and stops at her ribs, delicately outlining each at is thrown into prominent relief by her position. He pulls back so that he is "sitting" on her without placing any weight on her.

Nikita feels his erection throbbing on her lower chest/upper stomach. She is momentarily reassured by the wiggling she can feel pulsing through his cock but it then occurs to her how long he can apparently ignore the demands of his body.

He moves backward on the floor, dragging his pulsating cock down her body, searing her with his heat until he can lean forward and kiss her which he does.

Nikita returns his kiss with enthusiasm, attempting to woo him to the point of no return with her response. She moans open-mouthed into his ear as his lips, tongue and teeth travel from her mouth and across her jaw-line.

She groans in disappointment and a touch of fear as he moves off to the side. She glances at him kneeling there at her side, looking at her, his eyes roaming every inch of available skin. Nikita flushes with pride and excitement at the look of boiling hunger in his gaze. The fear surfacing as she watches him move to her feet and take one in his hand. She involuntarily jerks her held foot, the sensations already starting. *He wouldn't.*

But of course he would.

************

Nikita flinches as his hands slide up her thighs, pushing her legs further apart. Her body is a red-hot cauldron of sensation and his every touch ignites the flames burning through her. She whimpers loudly as she feels Michael make himself comfortable between her legs.

"This time you can't crawl away," he menaces in a deeply sensual voice, the feel of the words flowing across her causing her to cry out.

She is so tightly wound after Michael has played with her, pushing her to the edge and pulling her back just at the precipice that even the thought of what he is threatening to do causes her cunt to erupt in a flow of juice.

Michael murmurs his approval of her flushed, flustered state as he nudges her clit with his finger. His hands is drenched from just brushing casually against her.

Inarticulate pleadings flow from her lips, her eyes shut as though holding them open is too much effort, her hair dampened by the extended torture streams across the pillows curling in the humid temperature of both the room and her own body heat, the blond silk setting fire to the pillow in a wanton display.

"Nikita." his voice pulls her attention for a few scant moments.

She opens her eyes and looks down the length of panting, glistening body to where he is perched waiting for her, his green eyes burning with repressed heat. Her trim almost white curls poised just underneath his mouth.

She shudders, breathing through her mouth, trying to hold on to her sanity with sweaty fingers.

Michael licks his lips and moves his mouth down.

Nikita's eyes flare and she "forces" her cunt up to his mouth, orgasm after orgasm ripping through her before he even touches her.

Michael grabs her clit with his teeth, holding on just tight enough that her frantic thrusting does not dislodge him.

Her scent perfumes the air ... the store ... the world. Nikita's body is in constant motion as she writhes in sensation.

Michael presses closer to her, drinking her essence. His tongue coaxing more and more from her.

As he insert a finger into her tight, lust-swollen channel Nikita's whole body goes rigid and seems to levitate a couple of inches off the floor, collapsing with a shriek as he massages her G-spot. Her head tosses on the pillow, her body shakes with such force that it seems the pillar moves, her moans echoing off the store walls and wrapping themselves around the two of them in a cocoon of sound.

************ chapter 10 Nikita's lust drenched senses do not register the sound of plastic being ripped off, they are not aware of the subtle change of Michael's position, other than to vaguely note the change in pressure of his tongue, the absence of his finger and the increase in pressure from his teeth. Her hips move in a mindless rutting action, obeying the most primitive of urges, seeking fulfillment, seeking ... satiation.

Nikita gasps in relief as she feels his hard length pressing against her opening, spreading her, nudging its way inside and then her brain boils over as she recognizes the fact that his mouth is still sealed against her clit, his tongue battering it over and over again.

"W ... w ... wha ... what?" she gasps out, unable to grasp what is happening, shaking her head, trying to clear the lust fog that has encapsulated her brain, entrapping it in a cloud of continual sensation. "Michael? What ... what are ... you doing?" she asks even as her body strains to accept the probing length inserting itself inside of her. It strikes Nikita in a sudden wave of understanding, Michael is using the dildo on/in her. She wiggles, though to get away or to encourage she could not answer, and the dildo glides further in, the slick walls of her cunt massaging and pulling its length further inside. She groans as Michael has to apply more and more pressure to guide it along. Her body spasming almost causes him to lose his grip on the dildo once or twice.

Michael groans into Nikita, the sound vibrating against her. Nikita clanks her handcuffed hands against the pillar desperate to be released so that she can hold Michael closer, his broad shoulders limiting her movements.

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Michael pulls his mouth away from Nikita, panting, unconsciously licking his lips to savor the flavor of her.

Nikita sighs loudly and opens her lust-clouded eyes gazing at him in question.

Michael twists the dildo so that the angle of penetration is changed and she squeals slightly as her G-Spot is scrapped in a most delightful way. His hand keeps a steady changing rhythm going and he watches the muscles of her body contract in a near-maniacal cadence.

Her feet draw his attention. Her toes are curled so much they look like little fists, but that is not what has caught his eye. She is trying to dig her heels into the floor, trying for leverage.

Michael suspects that her body is getting ready to try to retreat. He wonders if she remembers she is handcuffed but from the glazed, satiated look in those baby blues he doubts she remembers much at all at this time.

He does not have to wait too long before he sees her legs bunch and twitch, the heels dig in and her hips start to lose their instinctive movements as her body prepares to flip over and crawl in retreat. Like the Master Strategist that he is, Michael waits until she just about ready, until she is pulling her reserves together and then he pounces. He lays his free hand on her hipbone, pressing down, stilling the tentative lift and hooks one of his legs over one of hers trapping her as he sprawls across the floor.

"And where do you think you are going?" he asks as he lowers his mouth to her cunt, his tongue snaking out to wiggle across her throbbing elevated clit. At the touch of her flesh, he realizes he is still ravenous for her.

Nikita shrieks as the pleasure which had been moving through her body at a steady pace is now roaring through her body at sonic speed. "Michael ..." she gasps, "You ... In ... Me .. Please," unable to articulate a complete sentence, Nikita croaks out the essential words, her voice low and husky, primitively persuading calling to a long buried instinctive response in Michael.

Michael feels his cock jerk and throb painfully at the sound of her voice. It is too much, the sight of her, the smell of her and the delicious taste of her arousal, it is all too much and to now add that voice, that sweet tone pleading for him. He feels the heat of his own erection increase to a dangerous level. He wonders briefly if he is actually going to come all over her creamy lovely legs. That has not happened to him since he was sixteen.

Michael ceases his licking and stroking, enjoying her involuntary moan of loss. Carefully he pulls the dildo from her, watching as her body clings to it, feeling the subsiding clenching and unclenching of her vaginal walls as the dildo reverberates in his hand. Her lips clinging to the final inch in a delectable pout until he tugs it free.

Nikita gasps.

Michael examines the glistening dildo, envious of the enjoyment it brought her and the enjoyment it denied him. Still holding the dildo in his hand, he crawls upwards across her body gliding on the sex-sweat which covers her. Once he is level with her head, he kisses her deeply, his tongue stroking across hers, sharing her taste with her.

Nikita pulls back for the briefest of moments and then hesitantly tastes herself on him, surprised at the erotic intensity of the moment.

Michael places the dildo on the floor away from her hair but within sight. While stroking into her mouth, he reaches down and unglues his cock from his own stomach, he is so aroused he has lost flexibility.

Nikita bucks against him at the first touch of his cockhead at her entrance. Her hips moving upward and forward as her body reacts greedily, trying to pull him in.

Michael breaks the kiss using both hands to keep from crushing her, he nudges her legs further apart and pushes forward.

Nikita helps, tilting her hips, spreading her legs, murmuring welcome sounds.

Michael nudges again, her body, although slick and receptive, is not letting him inside.

Nikita whimpers in frustration. She tries to lock her legs around his hips to force him forward but Michael stops her.

He can feel her arousal and that is part of the problem, she is so lust-swollen that her passage has constricted to the point he fears he will hurt her if he continues.

*Ahhhh, the irony.*

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"NOW!" Nikita exclaims, thrusting her hips up at him quite violently. Michael's swift movement away from her ensures that no penetration happens. Michael smiles a little as he hears her teeth grind together in frustration.

"I will never hurt you ma petite, at least not like this." Michael whispers in her ear. Nikita rolls her head to the side so that she whisper back to him, "Just DO it." she commands, her voice breaking, her body squirming, her hips thrusting, her tongue playing along the ridge of his ear, "Please Michael, I want to feel you inside me. Don't you want it too? Don't you want to feel the heat you have generated grasp you and pull you inside? Don't you want to reap the rewards of your ministrations by feeling me surround you? I promise you a good ride." Her husky-with-passion voice sliding across his ear interspersed with her body's attempt to seduce him.

Michael stifles a groan at the sound of her promises of endless delight that he knows await him. He shakes his head to clear it of the images her talented words have provoked.

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Nikita watches him shake his head, "No?" she asks in disbelief. "You don't want to be inside me?"

Michael sighs and pushes his erection against her thigh, "Oh, I WANT you," he assures her, his own voice huskier with desire.

Nikita feels his cock burn against her skin with a shiver. "Do something Michael," although handcuffed to the pillar and at his mercy, her tone of command is unmistakable.

Michael smiles and pulls away from her to sit between her widely splayed legs, his hand automatically reaching out to caress her cunt, a finger sliding up to tease her clit, "Yes 'Kita. As you say 'Kita. Your wish is my command 'Kita."

Nikita wiggles against her bonds in amused exasperation at his tone and anguished excitement at his touch.

Michael leans down and drags his tongue across her clit, following his finger.

"No," Nikita gasps pulling her hips back in retreat.

"No?" Michael questions disbelieving, using his tongue tip to gently "bat" her clit around. "You wish for me to stop?" He starts to pull away.

Nikita's hips follow him, "No," she pants, "I mean Yes." Her hips thrust up at his face, offering her cunt to him, "I mean ... I can't think. You're driving me crazy," she hisses out squirming on the floor, thrusting up at him.

Michael chuckles as he once again envelopes her clit with his hot mouth, his teeth lightly raking the sides of her swollen clit, applying suction in accordance with her small screams of pleasure.

Having taking advantage in the small break in the action to regain some of his infamous control and to also indulge in his purely selfish pleasure of her delight, Michael's appetite for the taste of her returned and he "attacked" Nikita with fervor.

It was the clunking of the merchandise falling off the pillar due to her writhing that drew his attention to the innocent looking package laying right by his hand. The package with the glacial blue letter identifying itself as "Ice." Michael ripped the package in half, shaking and snapping the plastic container eagerly.

Nikita shrieked in shock and immediate sensation as what felt like an ice cube slipped inside her, cooling her down while heating her up. A finger guided the chilling passage and she bent her knees and spread her legs wider.

She felt Michael's mouth ease off her cunt as the ice slid back out of her.

Lifting her head the few scant inches she was able to, Nikita watched with glazed eyes as Michael placed his cockhead to the entrance of her cuntal canal. She raised her gaze to find him watching her and with eyes locked onto one another, together they felt him enter her.

Nikita breathed out a low moan of indescribable ecstasy as Michael's cock advanced inside of her, spreading the clinging walls, sending ripples of pulsating pleasure through her. She wrapped her long legs around him and angled her hips, signaling her need for more, opening herself up to him.

She felt full, too full, but she would not stop him, she would not do anything that might cause him to delay for even a second. Nikita twisted her hips in a semi-circular motion, trying to draw more of him inside but he would not be hurried.

He felt huge inside her, pressing against her, his cockhead nudging against her spot insistently.

A trickle of blood flowed down her right wrist and arm as her hand clenched so tightly in response to his erotic torture is cut by a fingernail.

"Michael," she groaned her body tightening even more, "All of you," she pleaded, knowing she would not be satisfied until she felt him pressed up against her hip bones, knowing she would not be satisfied until she felt him thrusting into her with all his passion and strength.

Perhaps it was the passionate tone of her voice, maybe it was the long-enticing night and then maybe it was just time, no matter the cause Michael finally obeyed her, thrusting his throbbing cock full-length into her velvety passage, slamming his pelvis into hers, much to her delight.

Nikita will never know that once inside her, no matter that she is handcuffed and helpless, no matter that she is erotically exhausted, no matter that she is oblivious to anything but her body's response, no matter any of these things, once Michael surrendered and joined with her, he was as helpless to her pleasure as she had been to his sensual manipulations.

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Epilogue

The gang war was finally broke up by the late arriving police and they had slipped out of the Velvet Fist, cleaned up as much as possible and returning to Section One looking only slightly rumpled. Nikita had used the ladies room, which thankfully had already been remodeled and was functioning, to clean up and also used the moments of privacy to hide the item she now affectionately referred to as "Michael's Twin" among her gear. Michael had taken advantage of their separation to clean up the floor and place some money on the counter to pay for their used materials as well as one or two other things.

Although Madeline and Operations both suspected something had happened while the two of them were together unsupervised and unobserved, they only had their hunches. Of course Nikita's satiated smile and Michael's more-than-usual loose limb walk furthered their suspicions. As a matter of fact, Operations and Madeline spent a couple of nights discussing, in detail, all the various thing that Michael and Nikita might have gotten up to, including Madeline denying such things as Operations was proposing were possible and him having to take her up on it.

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Several days later, Michael and Nikita met in the hallways of Section One. It is the first time they have both been in the same country at the same time, much less Section One. Both of their features were schooled and to the naked eye they were simply discussing their planned workout, however, neither attempted to hide the memory of the encounter from the other and the air sizzled with heat between them.

Just as Nikita turned into the locker room to change into her workout gear, Michael placed a hand on her arm, stopping her. She looked at him wordlessly, an eyebrow arched in question, her eyes rounding as she felt him press something into her hand and then release her to enter the other side of the locker room.

Nikita kept her hand clenched tightly as she opened her locker and pulled out her gear. Once inside a dressing cubicle she opened her hand to see two balls attached to each other by a string nestled in her palm. For a moment she gazed at the device in puzzlement until one of Madeline's lectures surfaced and she blushed furiously as she realized Michael had "ordered" her to "wear" the Ben Wa balls while working out with him. She flushed as she realized his intentions and with shaking fingers reached down to do as he commanded.

The End

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