Tabitha Bradley: Enticed

Nika began to tremble. She stared at him, wanting to speak, but finding her voice had deserted her. He was acting crazy, and more than anything else that had ever happened between the two of them, this was the most frightening, because she knew Samuel was anything but. She shook her head, trying to pull away, but his grip was getting tighter and more painful by the second.

"Afraid?" he breathed, a satanic smile curving his full lips, "good. About fucking time, you little whore."

Nika shook her head again. "Samuel…" she managed, "I don't understand."

He snorted. Her energy was radiating from her like heat waves. He tapped into it easily and sucked it off of her, into himself, into the Glass, which flared and became even hotter in his pocket. He groaned at the radiance that, far from burning him, was seeping into his body, filling him with strength, power, knowledge, memories.

"You will," he hissed, pushing himself onto her and bearing her down into the cushions of the sofa, "finally I will have you, Nicolette… Nika…"

She groaned, squirming under him. "No, Samuel," she breathed, "please, not like this."

He chuckled darkly. "I've waited for four years, Nicolette," he said as he forced her legs open with his body, pinning her shoulders to the cushions with his hands.

She pushed at his chest, his body heavily crushing hers into the sofa. "No, Samuel," she whispered again, "don't … this isn't how it should be…"

He hovered over her, eyes narrowed and a dark, churning purple, his lips thinned in a cruel, rapacious smile. "This is exactly how it should be, my dear," he purred, intensely pleased with the fear she wasn't even taking the trouble of trying to hide now. He fed off it and the Daestrian Glass, like the Keystones of the Masters, channeled, refined and fed it back into him as pure energy. He chuckled and she swallowed hard.

He didn't even need to gesture.

Nika felt the cold air hit her skin and she gasped, squirming.

Her clothing had vanished and she was naked.

Samuel sat back, the same feral smile on his face. Nika tried to move her arms the moment his hands left her, but found with a sharp stab of terror, that they were pinned to the cushions beneath her.

"Very nice," Samuel said softly, his gaze raking her naked body.

She flushed hotly and closed her eyes. She didn't want him looking at her.

Or did she?

She groaned again, flushing even more. Yes… especially Samuel… I want to hear him say he likes the way I look naked. I want him to fuck me- No! She moaned, her breathing coming harder now, feeling the heat beneath her skin, agitated by the chill air in the room, bringing her nipples to peaks, eliciting an evil chuckle from the man who had her in his control, completely, for the first time in her entire life.

She realized with a sting of humiliation that right now, she would do anything Samuel asked her. Anything.

Samuel trailed heated fingers over her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples until she cried out, squirming, pulling against the invisible magical bonds that held her. He slid his hands down, over her full hips, her round thighs, to the rosy flesh between her legs. Nika stiffened and moaned, her skin flushing scarlet as he dipped his fingers into the velvety softness and felt, with a deep, infinitely wicked chuckle, the slick, hot wetness that dampened that satiny skin.

"Naughty girl," Samuel purred, a nasty note of triumph in his tone, "you like what I'm doing to you."

Nika shuddered. "No…"

He laughed. "Liar. Silly girl. Do you think you can lie about this?" He slid his fingers between the folds of slightly swollen, slippery flesh and bumped against the hardening nub of her clit. She hissed and jerked, biting her lip. He laughed again.

"Naughty little slave."

Fiery chills shot through her. Not slave. Nika groaned. "No, please, Samuel…"

she said softly, "don't do this…" Yes, especially slave.

Samuel just chuckled and slipped his fingers sensuously along the darkening, swelling softness of her pussy, until she was gasping and wriggling under him. He laughed again, the sound cold and vicious, even though his touch was anything but.

He rubbed her clit, enjoying the sounds she made when he rolled it between his slick fingers. "You love this, my sweet," he said, sliding two fingers of his other hand into her tight, throbbing body.

Nika shook her head, squirming. "No! Stop, please!" Yes…

She twitched as he played with her swollen and hard clit and he chuckled as fresh, hot juices began to flow over his probing fingers. The strong, sensual female scent began to fill the room as her gasps and moans were now becoming accompanied by a soft, wet slurping sound.

Some part of her was still fighting, but his relentless fingers were making it harder and harder to want to protest. He squeezed and rubbed and caressed her clit until it seemed like it was the core of the dizzying heat that was spiraling up through her already hot and oversensitive body. She groaned loudly, her hips twitching up towards him, her body straining against the bonds that held it.

The Glass seemed to be throbbing as well and he found himself becoming more and more aware of its presence as her energy became more and more sexually charged, agitated, close to the edge.

Samuel drank it all in. He watched the liquid dribbling from her take on a pearlescent, more opaque color, its musky scent filling his senses, intoxicating him.

"Ah yes, Nicolette," he said softly, "that's it … come for me."

Nika groaned, squirming. Fight! Dammit, don't let him make you come! You'll lose yourself if you submit to his control! Her breath began coming in pants as the rolling waves of intense pleasure began to batter against her. "No…" she moaned,

"Oh Samuel, please…"

He chuckled. "Hmm, 'please' what, my pet?" He sped up his thrusting, her body shuddering under the impact. He had four fingers in her now and continued to play with the soft petals of her pussy and the hard nub of her clit as she squirmed and writhed beneath him.

Even though there was clearly a part of her trying to fight, she was losing the battle. He watched her, smiling. Well, that's what would make it even more powerful when she finally did surrender.

"No … ooh…"

He slid back enough to lean down, his breath hot on her shivering flesh.

She drew a shaking, shuddering breath as she felt him. "No!"

Samuel chuckled softly. "Come for me, Nika…" he purred, and rasped his tongue over her distended clitoris.

Nika sucked in a gasp and cried out, her body exploding in a crescendo of pleasure that rolled through her in dizzying, mind-numbing waves. Samuel sat back and laughed as she dissolved in orgasm, hot, musky juice flowing out of her in little bursts with each spasm. He lifted his fingers to his lips and licked them thoughtfully as he watched her, leaning against the backrest of the settee. The Glass gathered her energy and sent it to him in delicious, invigorating bursts of exquisite pleasure. He licked his lips languidly and chuckled to himself.

"Ancestors," Gerik said in a rather thick voice from the doorway, "that is incredible."

Samuel smirked at him. "It is, isn't it?"

Nika groaned, shivering. She forced her eyes open with an effort and focused first on Samuel, who was watching her with an extremely smug expression, then on Gerik, who was leering.

Nika blinked at him. Her entire body tensed, the chill increasing now that she was no longer riding the high of a heated orgasm. Her face went hot and she flushed. Biting her lip, she looked away from him, now acutely aware of his eyes on her quivering, vulnerable, naked body. If there'd been anyone on the face of the earth she never wanted to see her naked, it was Kazi Gerik.

She felt Samuel's hands on her again, rubbing her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach and she felt him kissing her neck, nuzzling her, sending little bolts of fire through her everywhere his lips touched. She moaned, feeling herself react to him, her back arching, her hips pushing up against him, feeling the hard, solid length of his arousal beneath the expensive sable brocade.