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fully taste the rapture her senses craved. He continued the steady rocking, turning lightly from side to side, moving inside her with practiced skill, watching her blushing, upturned face and reading from her fluttering eyes how she was feeling, then he set to work in earnest and drew her to new heights of pleasure, finally pleasing himself as he pleased her.
Chapter Three
THE UNBIDDEN SPECTATORS
Alisa was lying quietly now, enclosed within Nikki’s strong arms, the trembling of her body having ceased.
Into this wonderland of pleasure, this paradise for the senses, drawled a lazy voice.
“It looks as though you win the bet, Nikki. I should have known better, since your skill in these matters is widely renowned. Must say, I envy you the ride.”
Nikki swore and rolled onto his back, his eyes glaring contemptuously at the mocking, derisive smile of Illyich. Cernov was at his side, blandly surveying the delicious display of Alisa’s body. He gave the faintest flick of a wink at Nikki.
Alisa lay there, eyes still closed, caressed almost into insensibility. Nikki quickly drew his shirt over her nakedness.
He watched her floating slowly back into awareness from the nirvana of sexuality where she’d so wondrously expired. She opened her torpid eyes, deliciously languorous, still remote, unfocusing.
“You bastards!” Nikki snarled, turning to the two men.
“Now, now, Nikki, don’t be vulgar. You know perfectly well I escaped illegitimacy by ten days,” Cernov imperturbably retorted.
“Damn voyeurs!” Nikki spat out, a frustrated, blazing anger igniting his mind.
Alisa’s lovely eyes opened with a startled look, at last fully conscious of the scene and its spectators.
“Nikki!” she whispered frantically, appalled she was lying almost naked before two strangers.
“I’ll give you two seconds to get out of here, or I’ll kill you both!” Nikki said in a voice that was solid ice.
Sensible of the reputation Nikki enjoyed as a brawler, the two officers judiciously turned on their heels and left. Cernov, grinning, calmly blew a kiss in Alisa’s direction as he wheeled around.
“Who the hell would think Nikki would get angry over some little piece and a frolic in the woods?” Cernov exhaled softly in amazement. “I’ve never seen him regard a woman as anything more than a serviceable convenience.”
“God only knows, but when Nikki’s in that murderous a mood, I’m not going to wait around to find out why,” Illyich responded with a prudent expediency that had served him well in the past. Together they returned to the lodge to satisfy the desires that Alisa’s lush body had stirred within them. Nikki listened to their hasty retreat through the underbrush, then turned to the dismayed woman.
“Forgive me, Alisa, for the crude stupidity of my friends,” he apologized softly.
As Nikki watched her silent face, he saw a tear well out of one corner of her eye and trace a course down her rosy cheek.
Damn them, damn them to hell, he thought. Of all the abominable luck!
“I’m sorry,” Nikki said aloud, and moved toward Alisa as if to offer what comfort he could.
He’d had vague misgivings and qualifications about this seduction from the beginning, and even more so after their second encounter, but he’d brushed them aside. For Nikki had always lived unhampered by restrictions, ungoverned by rationale, totally unconcerned with consequences. Now he found himself uncomfortably conscious of being the cause of Alisa’s pain and humiliation. He felt guilty, and this guilt upset him because it was foreign to his nature.
In addition to the guilt, he was smolderingly furious at his wretched friends. If he’d been honest with himself, he could have understood their puzzled reaction to his rage. For years the men had participated in many “shared” experiences with women. How were Cernov and Illyich to know that in this rare instance they were not supposed to join the fun?
Alisa cringed from
Chapter Three
THE UNBIDDEN SPECTATORS
Alisa was lying quietly now, enclosed within Nikki’s strong arms, the trembling of her body having ceased.
Into this wonderland of pleasure, this paradise for the senses, drawled a lazy voice.
“It looks as though you win the bet, Nikki. I should have known better, since your skill in these matters is widely renowned. Must say, I envy you the ride.”
Nikki swore and rolled onto his back, his eyes glaring contemptuously at the mocking, derisive smile of Illyich. Cernov was at his side, blandly surveying the delicious display of Alisa’s body. He gave the faintest flick of a wink at Nikki.
Alisa lay there, eyes still closed, caressed almost into insensibility. Nikki quickly drew his shirt over her nakedness.
He watched her floating slowly back into awareness from the nirvana of sexuality where she’d so wondrously expired. She opened her torpid eyes, deliciously languorous, still remote, unfocusing.
“You bastards!” Nikki snarled, turning to the two men.
“Now, now, Nikki, don’t be vulgar. You know perfectly well I escaped illegitimacy by ten days,” Cernov imperturbably retorted.
“Damn voyeurs!” Nikki spat out, a frustrated, blazing anger igniting his mind.
Alisa’s lovely eyes opened with a startled look, at last fully conscious of the scene and its spectators.
“Nikki!” she whispered frantically, appalled she was lying almost naked before two strangers.
“I’ll give you two seconds to get out of here, or I’ll kill you both!” Nikki said in a voice that was solid ice.
Sensible of the reputation Nikki enjoyed as a brawler, the two officers judiciously turned on their heels and left. Cernov, grinning, calmly blew a kiss in Alisa’s direction as he wheeled around.
“Who the hell would think Nikki would get angry over some little piece and a frolic in the woods?” Cernov exhaled softly in amazement. “I’ve never seen him regard a woman as anything more than a serviceable convenience.”
“God only knows, but when Nikki’s in that murderous a mood, I’m not going to wait around to find out why,” Illyich responded with a prudent expediency that had served him well in the past. Together they returned to the lodge to satisfy the desires that Alisa’s lush body had stirred within them. Nikki listened to their hasty retreat through the underbrush, then turned to the dismayed woman.
“Forgive me, Alisa, for the crude stupidity of my friends,” he apologized softly.
As Nikki watched her silent face, he saw a tear well out of one corner of her eye and trace a course down her rosy cheek.
Damn them, damn them to hell, he thought. Of all the abominable luck!
“I’m sorry,” Nikki said aloud, and moved toward Alisa as if to offer what comfort he could.
He’d had vague misgivings and qualifications about this seduction from the beginning, and even more so after their second encounter, but he’d brushed them aside. For Nikki had always lived unhampered by restrictions, ungoverned by rationale, totally unconcerned with consequences. Now he found himself uncomfortably conscious of being the cause of Alisa’s pain and humiliation. He felt guilty, and this guilt upset him because it was foreign to his nature.
In addition to the guilt, he was smolderingly furious at his wretched friends. If he’d been honest with himself, he could have understood their puzzled reaction to his rage. For years the men had participated in many “shared” experiences with women. How were Cernov and Illyich to know that in this rare instance they were not supposed to join the fun?
Alisa cringed from
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