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seriousficTitle: Die A Little Death
Fandom: Nikita
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,257
Characters/Pairings: Amanda/Alex, Nikita/Alex
Summary: Amanda has orders to kill Alex. But she's going to have some fun with her first.
"Because screw everyone else too!" Alex snarled.
Amanda just smirked at the outburst. She was half-expecting Alex to be boringly sullen and defeated, but her fears were unrealized. Trust one of Nikita's little friends to always have some fire left in her.
"Screw everyone," Amanda said, considering. "Interesting philosophy. And where do I fit into that?"
Alex snorted. "You have to ask?"
Bored with the conversation, she tested her bonds for the thousandth time, the muscles of her arms rippling between her shirt. Amanda soothingly ran a hand from her shoulder to her elbow, and Alex ceased her struggles, as cold as a dead fish. The only life she showed was glaring at Amanda with almost as much venom as she'd greeted Percy. Amanda wondered how she rated with Nikita.
"I do have to ask. I'm curious. I know you'd like me to think you hate me and everything I stand for, but I recall certain therapy sessions." Amanda held up the switch for Alex's electrocution as if scrutinizing its design, internally critiquing its aesthetic value. It was patterned after a detonator, but to Amanda it seemed a little more… phallic. "You shared so much. Your thoughts. Your past. Your body."
"We all do things we don't enjoy for the mission." Alex fixed Amanda with another glare. Now she'd outpaced Percy. "Except you. You actually enjoy your work. Freak."
"Really? As I distinctly recall, you were very enthusiastic. And never unsatisfied. I felt you clench against me so many times, wet, loud, uncontrollable. So either your body is blessedly easy to trigger or…" Amanda sat down across from Alex, holding the killswitch in her lap. "I gave you something Nikita didn't."
"Go to hell."
"She wouldn't touch you, would she? Her little broken bird. So vulnerable, needing affection, but never quite getting enough. No, it's be too much like taking advantage of you. So she'd just watch… and think about it… and so would you…"
"Fuck you!"
"How did it feel when you came for the first time, thinking of her, exploring yourself? It was different than all those men that paid for it, so quick and crude that you barely felt it through the drugs. Did you ever think it could you could enjoy it like that? Maybe as a girl, with dreams of Prince Charming and fairy-tale castles. Did she wake you with a kiss, Sleeping Beauty? Or did you try that on her?"
"You're going to rot in hell. I'll see you there."
Amanda stood. She tapped the killswitch against Alex's nose, smiling when Alex shied away from it. A little fire. "Did you ever see her in the shower? Or maybe in bed, in one of those little nothings she likes to sleep in. Does she put on clothes after she lets Michael fuck her?"
Alex strained against the chair, biting at Amanda, but Amanda was standing just clear. She wiped a strand of hair out of Alex's eyes.
"Would you like me to tell you how she tastes? How she fucks? She's not as easy as you. I had to work at her, diligently, lavishing touch on her. I had to coo in her ear how much I loved her. But it was worth it. She comes like she's letting out something that's been waiting for years, shaking and trembling for minutes, her juices running down her legs. The first time, I was devouring her, and I thought she might drown me. I bet you could make her come like that. If she'd let you."
Alex was quietly straining against the wrist straps now, her muscles heaving, but every noise locked down. Her lips moved dryly. "You're a cunt."
Amanda's smile widened. "You're wet, Alex. I can smell it. Even now, you can't help thinking about her."
"Kill me before I fall asleep and miss it, cunt."
Amanda put her foot up on the chair, high heel between Alex's legs. Her red-manicured fingers pulled up her skirt, letting Alex watch as they flicked open her garters. Against her will, Alex traced Amanda's stocking as the woman pulled it down. Her skin was surprisingly pale, and just seeing it made Alex feel hatefully intimate with her.
"It'd be impolite to kill a prisoner without a last request. How did you put it? 'Fuck you'?"
Alex almost growled as Amanda wound the stocking around her eyes like a blindfold, rendering everything into silhouettes and shadows. Through the haze, she saw Amanda take off her other stocking, then work her panties down two creamily long legs.
"Yeah, why not?" Alex snapped. "I'm going to die anyway, what's one more bang? Even better if I don't have to look at you."
"My thoughts exactly," Amanda said, lifting Alex up to skirt her pants over her ass and down to her ankles, then pushing Alex's shirt up over the impressive cleavage she'd always enjoyed. She left the clothes like that, roughly out of the way, enjoying the effect. Alex could pull off the debutante class, but something in Amanda enjoyed seeing her low and whorish.
With Alex blinded, Amanda ran her hands over herself, teasing the nipples straining against her bra, clutching at the heat between her legs. Something in her really enjoyed seeing Alex bound and blinded, completely at her mercy. After a salacious gasp, she backed away from her orgasm. Alex first. Then it would be even better.
She finished her autoerotic performance by kissing Alex… more than the passionate little tonguings she'd done before, she ravished Alex's mouth, not stopping until she'd elicited noise from deep within the girl. When she pulled away, Alex was gasping. For a delightful moment, she actually turned her lips upward, looking for more.
"Nikita's a fool," Amanda said, watching how Alex's face twisted at the words. Then, hearing how she moaned with Amanda's lips against her jugular. When Amanda's teeth came out, Alex screamed. She was a very responsive canvas. Amanda loved that about her.
Leaving Alex's neck marked, Amanda took a step back, gazing at Alex with a critical eye. She was still stoic, despite the stimuli. Amanda circled her, running a hand over the body strewn out for her pleasure. The clothing irritated her. It was time to be rid of them.
Going to the little cabinet of toys she kept on hand for emergencies, Amanda quickly found a pairing of sewing scissors. She clicked them in the air as she approached Alex, and for all Alex's fatalism, the girl's knees twitched a little in fear. Amanda quite enjoyed the overall effect. When she began cutting Alex's clothes from her body, the girl settled back into her seat with undeniable arousal.
"It's interesting, isn't it?" Amanda pulled the halved scraps of Alex's outfit off her skin, basking in the full reveal. With Alex nude, she ran the cold steel of the scissors from the hollow of Alex's neck to the dip of her belly. "The prospect of death always makes us feel so much more alive."
"Fuck me," Alex gritted out. "Fuck me or kill me."
With Alex's eyes safely covered, Amanda took the utmost care in closing the tip of the scissors around a nipple, just hard enough to pinch. Alex actually whimpered, as if her hardening nipple wasn't proof enough of the effect Amanda was having on her.
"I think I'll take the first option," Amanda said, leaning forward to lick her way up the scissor blade to Alex's nipple. Delectably, the taste shifted from a metallic tang to the sweet, almost honeyed taste of Alex's flesh. Tossing the scissors away, Amanda fully fastened her mouth to Alex's breast, taking as much as she could inside and sucking for all she was worth.
Another moan rippled out of Alex's throat, originating somewhere deep in her chest, her groin. She arched her back, trying to get more of herself into Amanda's questing mouth, and her muscles strained against her bonds with as much fervor as Amanda had ever seen from her.
Amanda didn't take overt pleasure in simply getting to second base with Alex—she'd had the girl, and countless others like her, too many times for that to engage her beyond her body's base needs. But wondering what Alex would do if she were free, that made her feel like she was coming to a boil. Would Alex throw her down, have her way with her? Kill her? The possibilities were endless.
Having tended to Alex's left breast to the point of it becoming numb to further pleasure, Amanda left the nipple to its diamond hardness and gave a few token nips to the right. It turned to stone almost immediately. She moved back up to take in the stricken look on Alex's face from inches away, those ruby lips parted for a kiss that would never come.
"Fuck me, Amanda," Alex begged, her submissive nature coming out. "Fuck me…"
Amanda slapped her across the face, knowing it would only make Alex want her more. The girl couldn't help it. She lived to please authority figures. First her father, then Nikita, now—Amanda felt as if she could come just by taking one hard look at Alex's arousal—Amanda.
She could finish Alex off now, in so many sense of the word. But there was another level she could take it to. Something that would make this so much more fun.
"Call me Nikita," Amanda purred, unable to dissuade herself from reaching under her skirt and sliding just one finger inside. "Beg Nikita to make you come."
The look on Alex's face made Amanda shudder and clench, just a little, just enough. She had trained herself to be multiorgasmic, and something soft and sweet like that would take the edge off for now. Alex looked so broken and yet so hungry. Amanda imagined if she opened Alex's bonds, the girl would fuck her until she begged for mercy. And call her Nikita.
Alex's scowl unfurled into a lip-bite, then she gritted her teeth under a carefully neutral face. "Fuck me, Nikita. Touch me. Taste me. Make me come the way only you can."
Amanda's mouth hung open in delight. Alex had embraced the fantasy, with so little prompting she might as well have suggested it herself. Amanda almost walked out of the room to give herself another orgasm, one in which she could be properly vocal, but she didn't dare lose the rhythm of the encounter.
Amanda rested her hands on Alex's arms and leaned in, letting their bodies almost touch. Her knee bent between Alex's legs, her breasts heaved tantalizing inches from Alex's mouth. Alex opened her mouth automatically, her entire being reacting to Amanda's body heat like an iron filling to a magnet.
"Say please," Amanda whispered in Alex's ear.
Alex whined and moaned, but that wasn't good enough. When Alex moved in, Amanda pulled back, keeping her lips just so far from Alex's, letting her warm breath break across Alex's face.
"Say it to me."
Alex bit her lip hard enough to leave brief indentations in her lower lip, then opened her mouth in short, important bursts. "Please, Nikita."
Amanda ran her hand over Alex's face, feeling the flushed skin, the sweat that made her think only of smut and naughtiness. "I want you to keep saying my name. That way I'll be sure you appreciate all I'm doing for you." She lowered herself to her knees, enjoying the new view. Alex's cunt was a truly succulent shade of red, and Amanda couldn't wait to find out what that did for the taste.
Alex didn't stop pleading, couldn't stop. "Please, oh please, Nikita…" She begged all the way up to Amanda's lips touching her clit. Then she begged for more.
It was almost unfair, being that keyed up and then having someone as good as Amanda kissing her clit, sucking it between moist lips then very slowly releasing it. Alex's hips spiked, she squeaked and gasped Nikita's name, then she dropped down into her seat the moment her clit rocked back into position.
"No," Amanda hissed, beyond aroused. "You don't get a break." She dipped her head and Alex's entire body twisted away from the chair, a livewire, vaguely trying to get Amanda against her, inside of her, and Amanda pressed her down and devoured her, methodically, painstakingly, like a three-course meal. Like a serving of meat, sliced into dainty pieces, then eaten piece by piece. And no matter how Alex begged or pleaded, what name she used or what performance she offered, Amanda continued at her own inexorable pace, keeping Alex on a maddening even keel.
Then Alex felt Amanda pull back once more, "nonononono," and then a pair of sharp fingernails rasping through her pubic hair to settle at her entrance. Two long, perfect fingers, right in front of her.
"Thank you, Nikita…" Mustering all her energy, Alex hoisted herself up as best she could and drove herself forward onto Amanda's hand. The fingers sunk into her, fitting perfectly, "oh yes," and then Amanda pushed them deeper, "yes, yes!"
"I'm playing with you, Alex," Amanda smirked. "Do you like being played with?"
Alex was breathless, her hips jittering as she tried to get as much of Amanda's fingers in as possible. "Yes, more, please, please Nikita!"
Amanda had her elbow resting on the seat of the chair, holding her fingers up for Alex to fuck herself on. It was no great challenge to extend a third finger. Alex sucked on her lower lip as her hips thrust herself onto Amanda's fingers again and again. Then Amanda got bored.
The next time Alex pulled back, Amanda thrust, diving into her pussy and staking Alex to the back of her chair, where her hips waggled maddeningly against the intrusion. She was so wet and loose that Amanda imagined fitting her whole hand inside with just a little more preparation. Fisting Alex… she would've loved to show Nikita a little of that. She wondered how much of the reaction would be hatred and how much would be lust.
But time was growing short, and she needed to wrap this up or she'd have no time for her own pleasure. That was unacceptable.
She opened her fingers, spreading Alex's vulva, and the little traitor held very still for Amanda's next move. Amanda leaned in until the scent of Alex's sex was overwhelming and gave her what would be a deep, soulful kiss, if it were applied to the lips. Against Alex's cunt, it drove her wild. Each sweeping motion of the tongue, each minute motion of the lips, even Amanda's nose sniffing at her clit, it all piled onto Alex until she shattered under their weight, hysterical sobs shaking her whole body, her voice thin and reedy in-between her orgasmic outcry…
"I love you, Nikita!"
Amanda triggered the killswitch.
Alex came like she didn't know any other way. Electricity flooded through her, but it didn't hurt, it was transcendent. The pain was so intense that it didn't register as pain, just running together with the pleasure and forcing Alex into a never-ending stream of orgasm, her body battered with them, her mind going blank, and she didn't know how she could take anymore but she could, she did, her head jerking from side to side in what looked like a vigorous 'no' to some unasked question, to the possibility of this ending. For what seemed like an eternity she strained unendingly against the bonds on her wrists and ankles, every muscle clenched, her teeth clamped shut so that the only sound that escaped was from deep in her throat, her nostrils flaring as she tried to grab breath that wasn't there.
Blackness entered the corners of her eyes and in no time at all was encompassing her. Her body was completely out of her control, suspended on an orgasmic high. It belonged to Amanda. Her nipples were so hard they stung, and her clit felt it was exploding with pleasurable fire. Her eyes shut and now she saw bright red flashes against the darkness, pounding in time with her heart, her cunt. The only thought in her head was the knowledge that she was dying, and her next climax would obliterate her in a way she would never return from. She welcomed it. Her body worked itself tighter, closer, her lips finally parted in an inarticulate roar and then the inferno of her climax gave way to blissful cool, like diving into a pool in summer.
Breathing hard, her brow glistening with sweat, Amanda watched Alex slump down. She hurried to the mirror to see herself, reveling in the sight of her own arousal. Flushed skin, heaving breasts, animalistic eyes… Wasting no time, she brought her hand between her legs and brought herself off. As usual, she lost herself in it, all control and calm ripped away by the orgasm, her voice squealing embarrassingly in ecstasy. She actually dropped to her knees in her weakness, but it was alright. No one was around to see it.
Efficiently, she moved on even as the aftershocks ran through her. She mopped at her forehead with a handkerchief, straightened her clothes, and fixed her hair. Her fingers were still moist with Alex and herself, but she didn't dry them. She imagined going through the day with their mingled scent under her fingernails, signing papers, filling out reports, while no one ever knew…
"As a girl, I was so awful about breaking my toys," she mused as she picked up the syringe of adrenaline with her dirty hand. "How little we change."
The picture of composure, she plunged the needle into Alex's heart and watched as she came back. She was playing God, and it made the aftershocks intensify, made her want to fuck Alex all over again, this time with the girl contributing more than warmth and taste.
"I think… still coming…" Alex gasped.
Amanda fondly ran a hand over her face, loving the feel of the warm sweat on her own cool skin, before undoing Alex's restraints. Alex ripped the blindfold off like it was suffocating her and staggered out of her seat, limping around Amanda as she explained how her chip had been deactivated. Even half-dead and practically still being fucked, Alex tried to stand on her own two feet. Amanda was really at a loss for when she would find another subject so engaging.
"You're free to go," Amanda finished, hands folded in front of her.
"My clothes," Alex said, moving to cover herself with her arms before realizing how pointless it was.
"Oh, cuss, I didn't think to bring any. You'll just have to find your own. You do want to be self-sufficient, don't you?"
Alex balled her fists. "I could take yours."
"Hold me down, strip me naked? Fun, but I doubt you have the time. And besides, these would do nothing for your figure. But for the next ten minutes, all the recruits will be in class and all our operatives are engaged with Sparrow. If you hurry, I'm sure you can show yourself out. I'll do you the courtesy of removing the videos. We can blame it on Michael."
Alex just stared at Amanda. "We both know what you want those videos for. What are you hoping for? That you'll see me cringing in fear, or not caring?"
"Oh, Alex…" Amanda brought her fingers to her lips and allowed herself a taste. It was faint, but she knew Alex would linger on her all day. "I'm good either way."
Fandom: Nikita
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,257
Characters/Pairings: Amanda/Alex, Nikita/Alex
Summary: Amanda has orders to kill Alex. But she's going to have some fun with her first.
"Because screw everyone else too!" Alex snarled.
Amanda just smirked at the outburst. She was half-expecting Alex to be boringly sullen and defeated, but her fears were unrealized. Trust one of Nikita's little friends to always have some fire left in her.
"Screw everyone," Amanda said, considering. "Interesting philosophy. And where do I fit into that?"
Alex snorted. "You have to ask?"
Bored with the conversation, she tested her bonds for the thousandth time, the muscles of her arms rippling between her shirt. Amanda soothingly ran a hand from her shoulder to her elbow, and Alex ceased her struggles, as cold as a dead fish. The only life she showed was glaring at Amanda with almost as much venom as she'd greeted Percy. Amanda wondered how she rated with Nikita.
"I do have to ask. I'm curious. I know you'd like me to think you hate me and everything I stand for, but I recall certain therapy sessions." Amanda held up the switch for Alex's electrocution as if scrutinizing its design, internally critiquing its aesthetic value. It was patterned after a detonator, but to Amanda it seemed a little more… phallic. "You shared so much. Your thoughts. Your past. Your body."
"We all do things we don't enjoy for the mission." Alex fixed Amanda with another glare. Now she'd outpaced Percy. "Except you. You actually enjoy your work. Freak."
"Really? As I distinctly recall, you were very enthusiastic. And never unsatisfied. I felt you clench against me so many times, wet, loud, uncontrollable. So either your body is blessedly easy to trigger or…" Amanda sat down across from Alex, holding the killswitch in her lap. "I gave you something Nikita didn't."
"Go to hell."
"She wouldn't touch you, would she? Her little broken bird. So vulnerable, needing affection, but never quite getting enough. No, it's be too much like taking advantage of you. So she'd just watch… and think about it… and so would you…"
"Fuck you!"
"How did it feel when you came for the first time, thinking of her, exploring yourself? It was different than all those men that paid for it, so quick and crude that you barely felt it through the drugs. Did you ever think it could you could enjoy it like that? Maybe as a girl, with dreams of Prince Charming and fairy-tale castles. Did she wake you with a kiss, Sleeping Beauty? Or did you try that on her?"
"You're going to rot in hell. I'll see you there."
Amanda stood. She tapped the killswitch against Alex's nose, smiling when Alex shied away from it. A little fire. "Did you ever see her in the shower? Or maybe in bed, in one of those little nothings she likes to sleep in. Does she put on clothes after she lets Michael fuck her?"
Alex strained against the chair, biting at Amanda, but Amanda was standing just clear. She wiped a strand of hair out of Alex's eyes.
"Would you like me to tell you how she tastes? How she fucks? She's not as easy as you. I had to work at her, diligently, lavishing touch on her. I had to coo in her ear how much I loved her. But it was worth it. She comes like she's letting out something that's been waiting for years, shaking and trembling for minutes, her juices running down her legs. The first time, I was devouring her, and I thought she might drown me. I bet you could make her come like that. If she'd let you."
Alex was quietly straining against the wrist straps now, her muscles heaving, but every noise locked down. Her lips moved dryly. "You're a cunt."
Amanda's smile widened. "You're wet, Alex. I can smell it. Even now, you can't help thinking about her."
"Kill me before I fall asleep and miss it, cunt."
Amanda put her foot up on the chair, high heel between Alex's legs. Her red-manicured fingers pulled up her skirt, letting Alex watch as they flicked open her garters. Against her will, Alex traced Amanda's stocking as the woman pulled it down. Her skin was surprisingly pale, and just seeing it made Alex feel hatefully intimate with her.
"It'd be impolite to kill a prisoner without a last request. How did you put it? 'Fuck you'?"
Alex almost growled as Amanda wound the stocking around her eyes like a blindfold, rendering everything into silhouettes and shadows. Through the haze, she saw Amanda take off her other stocking, then work her panties down two creamily long legs.
"Yeah, why not?" Alex snapped. "I'm going to die anyway, what's one more bang? Even better if I don't have to look at you."
"My thoughts exactly," Amanda said, lifting Alex up to skirt her pants over her ass and down to her ankles, then pushing Alex's shirt up over the impressive cleavage she'd always enjoyed. She left the clothes like that, roughly out of the way, enjoying the effect. Alex could pull off the debutante class, but something in Amanda enjoyed seeing her low and whorish.
With Alex blinded, Amanda ran her hands over herself, teasing the nipples straining against her bra, clutching at the heat between her legs. Something in her really enjoyed seeing Alex bound and blinded, completely at her mercy. After a salacious gasp, she backed away from her orgasm. Alex first. Then it would be even better.
She finished her autoerotic performance by kissing Alex… more than the passionate little tonguings she'd done before, she ravished Alex's mouth, not stopping until she'd elicited noise from deep within the girl. When she pulled away, Alex was gasping. For a delightful moment, she actually turned her lips upward, looking for more.
"Nikita's a fool," Amanda said, watching how Alex's face twisted at the words. Then, hearing how she moaned with Amanda's lips against her jugular. When Amanda's teeth came out, Alex screamed. She was a very responsive canvas. Amanda loved that about her.
Leaving Alex's neck marked, Amanda took a step back, gazing at Alex with a critical eye. She was still stoic, despite the stimuli. Amanda circled her, running a hand over the body strewn out for her pleasure. The clothing irritated her. It was time to be rid of them.
Going to the little cabinet of toys she kept on hand for emergencies, Amanda quickly found a pairing of sewing scissors. She clicked them in the air as she approached Alex, and for all Alex's fatalism, the girl's knees twitched a little in fear. Amanda quite enjoyed the overall effect. When she began cutting Alex's clothes from her body, the girl settled back into her seat with undeniable arousal.
"It's interesting, isn't it?" Amanda pulled the halved scraps of Alex's outfit off her skin, basking in the full reveal. With Alex nude, she ran the cold steel of the scissors from the hollow of Alex's neck to the dip of her belly. "The prospect of death always makes us feel so much more alive."
"Fuck me," Alex gritted out. "Fuck me or kill me."
With Alex's eyes safely covered, Amanda took the utmost care in closing the tip of the scissors around a nipple, just hard enough to pinch. Alex actually whimpered, as if her hardening nipple wasn't proof enough of the effect Amanda was having on her.
"I think I'll take the first option," Amanda said, leaning forward to lick her way up the scissor blade to Alex's nipple. Delectably, the taste shifted from a metallic tang to the sweet, almost honeyed taste of Alex's flesh. Tossing the scissors away, Amanda fully fastened her mouth to Alex's breast, taking as much as she could inside and sucking for all she was worth.
Another moan rippled out of Alex's throat, originating somewhere deep in her chest, her groin. She arched her back, trying to get more of herself into Amanda's questing mouth, and her muscles strained against her bonds with as much fervor as Amanda had ever seen from her.
Amanda didn't take overt pleasure in simply getting to second base with Alex—she'd had the girl, and countless others like her, too many times for that to engage her beyond her body's base needs. But wondering what Alex would do if she were free, that made her feel like she was coming to a boil. Would Alex throw her down, have her way with her? Kill her? The possibilities were endless.
Having tended to Alex's left breast to the point of it becoming numb to further pleasure, Amanda left the nipple to its diamond hardness and gave a few token nips to the right. It turned to stone almost immediately. She moved back up to take in the stricken look on Alex's face from inches away, those ruby lips parted for a kiss that would never come.
"Fuck me, Amanda," Alex begged, her submissive nature coming out. "Fuck me…"
Amanda slapped her across the face, knowing it would only make Alex want her more. The girl couldn't help it. She lived to please authority figures. First her father, then Nikita, now—Amanda felt as if she could come just by taking one hard look at Alex's arousal—Amanda.
She could finish Alex off now, in so many sense of the word. But there was another level she could take it to. Something that would make this so much more fun.
"Call me Nikita," Amanda purred, unable to dissuade herself from reaching under her skirt and sliding just one finger inside. "Beg Nikita to make you come."
The look on Alex's face made Amanda shudder and clench, just a little, just enough. She had trained herself to be multiorgasmic, and something soft and sweet like that would take the edge off for now. Alex looked so broken and yet so hungry. Amanda imagined if she opened Alex's bonds, the girl would fuck her until she begged for mercy. And call her Nikita.
Alex's scowl unfurled into a lip-bite, then she gritted her teeth under a carefully neutral face. "Fuck me, Nikita. Touch me. Taste me. Make me come the way only you can."
Amanda's mouth hung open in delight. Alex had embraced the fantasy, with so little prompting she might as well have suggested it herself. Amanda almost walked out of the room to give herself another orgasm, one in which she could be properly vocal, but she didn't dare lose the rhythm of the encounter.
Amanda rested her hands on Alex's arms and leaned in, letting their bodies almost touch. Her knee bent between Alex's legs, her breasts heaved tantalizing inches from Alex's mouth. Alex opened her mouth automatically, her entire being reacting to Amanda's body heat like an iron filling to a magnet.
"Say please," Amanda whispered in Alex's ear.
Alex whined and moaned, but that wasn't good enough. When Alex moved in, Amanda pulled back, keeping her lips just so far from Alex's, letting her warm breath break across Alex's face.
"Say it to me."
Alex bit her lip hard enough to leave brief indentations in her lower lip, then opened her mouth in short, important bursts. "Please, Nikita."
Amanda ran her hand over Alex's face, feeling the flushed skin, the sweat that made her think only of smut and naughtiness. "I want you to keep saying my name. That way I'll be sure you appreciate all I'm doing for you." She lowered herself to her knees, enjoying the new view. Alex's cunt was a truly succulent shade of red, and Amanda couldn't wait to find out what that did for the taste.
Alex didn't stop pleading, couldn't stop. "Please, oh please, Nikita…" She begged all the way up to Amanda's lips touching her clit. Then she begged for more.
It was almost unfair, being that keyed up and then having someone as good as Amanda kissing her clit, sucking it between moist lips then very slowly releasing it. Alex's hips spiked, she squeaked and gasped Nikita's name, then she dropped down into her seat the moment her clit rocked back into position.
"No," Amanda hissed, beyond aroused. "You don't get a break." She dipped her head and Alex's entire body twisted away from the chair, a livewire, vaguely trying to get Amanda against her, inside of her, and Amanda pressed her down and devoured her, methodically, painstakingly, like a three-course meal. Like a serving of meat, sliced into dainty pieces, then eaten piece by piece. And no matter how Alex begged or pleaded, what name she used or what performance she offered, Amanda continued at her own inexorable pace, keeping Alex on a maddening even keel.
Then Alex felt Amanda pull back once more, "nonononono," and then a pair of sharp fingernails rasping through her pubic hair to settle at her entrance. Two long, perfect fingers, right in front of her.
"Thank you, Nikita…" Mustering all her energy, Alex hoisted herself up as best she could and drove herself forward onto Amanda's hand. The fingers sunk into her, fitting perfectly, "oh yes," and then Amanda pushed them deeper, "yes, yes!"
"I'm playing with you, Alex," Amanda smirked. "Do you like being played with?"
Alex was breathless, her hips jittering as she tried to get as much of Amanda's fingers in as possible. "Yes, more, please, please Nikita!"
Amanda had her elbow resting on the seat of the chair, holding her fingers up for Alex to fuck herself on. It was no great challenge to extend a third finger. Alex sucked on her lower lip as her hips thrust herself onto Amanda's fingers again and again. Then Amanda got bored.
The next time Alex pulled back, Amanda thrust, diving into her pussy and staking Alex to the back of her chair, where her hips waggled maddeningly against the intrusion. She was so wet and loose that Amanda imagined fitting her whole hand inside with just a little more preparation. Fisting Alex… she would've loved to show Nikita a little of that. She wondered how much of the reaction would be hatred and how much would be lust.
But time was growing short, and she needed to wrap this up or she'd have no time for her own pleasure. That was unacceptable.
She opened her fingers, spreading Alex's vulva, and the little traitor held very still for Amanda's next move. Amanda leaned in until the scent of Alex's sex was overwhelming and gave her what would be a deep, soulful kiss, if it were applied to the lips. Against Alex's cunt, it drove her wild. Each sweeping motion of the tongue, each minute motion of the lips, even Amanda's nose sniffing at her clit, it all piled onto Alex until she shattered under their weight, hysterical sobs shaking her whole body, her voice thin and reedy in-between her orgasmic outcry…
"I love you, Nikita!"
Amanda triggered the killswitch.
Alex came like she didn't know any other way. Electricity flooded through her, but it didn't hurt, it was transcendent. The pain was so intense that it didn't register as pain, just running together with the pleasure and forcing Alex into a never-ending stream of orgasm, her body battered with them, her mind going blank, and she didn't know how she could take anymore but she could, she did, her head jerking from side to side in what looked like a vigorous 'no' to some unasked question, to the possibility of this ending. For what seemed like an eternity she strained unendingly against the bonds on her wrists and ankles, every muscle clenched, her teeth clamped shut so that the only sound that escaped was from deep in her throat, her nostrils flaring as she tried to grab breath that wasn't there.
Blackness entered the corners of her eyes and in no time at all was encompassing her. Her body was completely out of her control, suspended on an orgasmic high. It belonged to Amanda. Her nipples were so hard they stung, and her clit felt it was exploding with pleasurable fire. Her eyes shut and now she saw bright red flashes against the darkness, pounding in time with her heart, her cunt. The only thought in her head was the knowledge that she was dying, and her next climax would obliterate her in a way she would never return from. She welcomed it. Her body worked itself tighter, closer, her lips finally parted in an inarticulate roar and then the inferno of her climax gave way to blissful cool, like diving into a pool in summer.
Breathing hard, her brow glistening with sweat, Amanda watched Alex slump down. She hurried to the mirror to see herself, reveling in the sight of her own arousal. Flushed skin, heaving breasts, animalistic eyes… Wasting no time, she brought her hand between her legs and brought herself off. As usual, she lost herself in it, all control and calm ripped away by the orgasm, her voice squealing embarrassingly in ecstasy. She actually dropped to her knees in her weakness, but it was alright. No one was around to see it.
Efficiently, she moved on even as the aftershocks ran through her. She mopped at her forehead with a handkerchief, straightened her clothes, and fixed her hair. Her fingers were still moist with Alex and herself, but she didn't dry them. She imagined going through the day with their mingled scent under her fingernails, signing papers, filling out reports, while no one ever knew…
"As a girl, I was so awful about breaking my toys," she mused as she picked up the syringe of adrenaline with her dirty hand. "How little we change."
The picture of composure, she plunged the needle into Alex's heart and watched as she came back. She was playing God, and it made the aftershocks intensify, made her want to fuck Alex all over again, this time with the girl contributing more than warmth and taste.
"I think… still coming…" Alex gasped.
Amanda fondly ran a hand over her face, loving the feel of the warm sweat on her own cool skin, before undoing Alex's restraints. Alex ripped the blindfold off like it was suffocating her and staggered out of her seat, limping around Amanda as she explained how her chip had been deactivated. Even half-dead and practically still being fucked, Alex tried to stand on her own two feet. Amanda was really at a loss for when she would find another subject so engaging.
"You're free to go," Amanda finished, hands folded in front of her.
"My clothes," Alex said, moving to cover herself with her arms before realizing how pointless it was.
"Oh, cuss, I didn't think to bring any. You'll just have to find your own. You do want to be self-sufficient, don't you?"
Alex balled her fists. "I could take yours."
"Hold me down, strip me naked? Fun, but I doubt you have the time. And besides, these would do nothing for your figure. But for the next ten minutes, all the recruits will be in class and all our operatives are engaged with Sparrow. If you hurry, I'm sure you can show yourself out. I'll do you the courtesy of removing the videos. We can blame it on Michael."
Alex just stared at Amanda. "We both know what you want those videos for. What are you hoping for? That you'll see me cringing in fear, or not caring?"
"Oh, Alex…" Amanda brought her fingers to her lips and allowed herself a taste. It was faint, but she knew Alex would linger on her all day. "I'm good either way."
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Date: 2011-05-18 06:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-18 11:36 pm (UTC)YOU DID IT!
*bows down*
We're not worthy, we're not worthy!
GODDAMN, that was perfection! I will never get tired of how delicious and twisted these two are in your capable hands. This was amazing, it was *makes guttural animals noises*
*shivers* Every was just *shivers again and twitches*
So yeah, I loved it ;)
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Date: 2011-05-21 04:47 pm (UTC)I so believe this: "She wouldn't touch you, would she? Her little broken bird. So vulnerable, needing affection, but never quite getting enough. No, it's be too much like taking advantage of you. So she'd just watch… and think about it… and so would you…"
This was AWESOME!
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Date: 2011-05-28 12:05 pm (UTC)