Cold November Rain

***I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I profit in any way from their use.


“You know Zander is the one who put the bomb on the ship, Emily. Why are you protecting him?”

“Zander’s a good person, Nikolas. He’s just made some bad choices.”

“Emily, he almost killed us. And any chance I had of resurrecting the Cassadine fortune is lying at the bottom of the harbor. Does any of that matter to you?”

“I really think you could be a little more understanding, Nikolas. When Zander and I split up, he was crushed. He needs a little time, that’s all.”

“A little time for what? To make sure he gets it right next time?”

“You’re not being fair,” Emily pouted, used to getting her own way with Nikolas.

“All this time, I thought Zander was the crazy one. Turns out it was me, for ever believing a damn thing that came out of your mouth. Go back to your precious, Zander. You two deserve each other.”

Emily reached out for him, but Nikolas jerked away from her, his long strides carrying him down the hospital corridor and out the emergency room door. Her voice was echoing behind him, but Nikolas just kept walking, determined to put her behind him, literally as well as figuratively. He walked for several blocks before he calmed down enough to notice that Jake’s was only half a block away. Covering the distance in less than twenty seconds, Nikolas made a beeline for the bar and quickly ordered a scotch on the rocks.

“Drinking away your sorrows?” the voice drawled seductively.

“Fuck off, Faith.”

“Where’s your little playmate?”

“She found a new toy.”

“He’s not half the man you are. Believe me, I know.”

“How would you know what kind of man I am?”

“I know you’re dark and brooding, and when you play, you play for keeps. Isn’t that the Cassadine way?”

“Is that what you want … for me to play with you?”

“It’s a start.”

“By the time I’m finished with you, there might not be anything left for anyone else to play with.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she warned.

Nikolas’ hand reached for her throat, his fingers digging into her tender flesh until she was gasping for breath. “Well, what do you know, Faith? You’re fucking pretty when you’re scared.” He released her abruptly, shoving her halfway across the room.

Angry at his dismissive attitude, Faith rushed forward and grabbed his arm, turning him around to swing wildly at his face. Nikolas caught her arm mid-swing and bent it up behind her back. She squirmed in his grasp, cursing him loudly until he increased the pressure; then she fell silent. Her back was arched, trying to take some of the pressure off her arm, and the position pushed her chest forward, to Nikolas’ approval.

“No bra, Faith,” he observed, rolling one nipple between his fingers through the silky material of her blouse.

“We’re in public,” Faith hissed.

“If you’re a good girl, maybe I won’t fuck you here.”

“Don’t be delusional,” she laughed, feeling brave when she noticed all the other people in the bar.

Nikolas’ brown eyes darkened dangerously. “You just don’t get it, do you? I could bend you over that table and take whatever I wanted, and no one would lift a finger to help you.”

“My men …”

“Are outside, and they wouldn’t hear a damn thing.” Acknowledgment of her predication brought a flash of fear into her eyes, and Nikolas experienced a rush of pleasure at the sight. Insinuating his knee between her legs, he leaned her forward and worked her back and forth on his hard thigh. Faith was moaning by the time he pulled his leg back to study the wet spot she had left on his pants.

She was so taken aback by his actions that she blushed, for the first time in years. Nikolas sensed her confusion, a predatory smile playing over his lips. “Don’t you dare be amused at me,” she snarled, enraged by his superior attitude.

“What’s the matter, honey? You don’t like being reminded that you’re just poor white trash? Afraid I’ll make you sleep in the servant’s quarters?”

“You can’t make me do a damn thing, you fucking son of a bitch. I’ve been dealing with asshole pricks like you my whole life, and I always come out on top.”

“Why, Faith, you must have misunderstood me. I don’t mind if you’re on top,” he winked.

“Look, boy, I can buy and sell you in a heartbeat. You may have the name, but I’ve got the money, and you’re broke. You need me a lot more than I need you.”

“Judging from the way you were dripping on my leg, I kind of doubt that.”

“Dicks are a dime a dozen. There’s nothing special about yours.”

“If you believe that then why are you panting after me, trying so hard to make me notice you.”

“I have a business proposition for you, and that’s all,” she said hotly.

“Aw, Faith, you’re such a lousy liar. I can smell your arousal from here.”

“You’re a pig,” she spat angrily. “I wouldn’t touch you for all the money in the world.”

“No, you’re going to fucking touch me for free. Now quit playing coy; it doesn’t suit you.”

“You’d rather me play a whore instead.”

“Everybody’s got to be good at something.”

“You’re going to regret the way you’ve insulted me. I promise you that.” Placing her hands in the middle of his chest, she shoved him out of the way and walked past.

Nikolas’ arm shot out to grab her wrist, twisting it painfully. “I don’t remember saying you were free to leave.”

“Get your filthy hands off me,” Faith screamed, kicking him hard in the shin.

“Is there a problem here?”

“Nothing I can’t handle, Coleman,” Nikolas answered.

“Just watch your back because that one’s a hellcat.”

“Is there anyway out of here besides the front door?”

“Yeah,” Coleman replied, narrowing his eyes at Nikolas. “There’s a back door next to my office.”

“I’ve got a proposition for you. I’ll give you a hundred bucks to go out and entertain Faith’s boys while I take her out the back way.”

“No problem, man.” Coleman took the wallet Nikolas was holding out to him, pulled out a hundred dollar bill, and handed it back to him.

“Coleman, you’re going to pay for this,” Faith shouted angrily. “You don’t cross me and live to tell about it.”

“Cassadine, can’t you shut her up or something?”

“Just do what I paid you to do and let me worry about her.” Pulling a screaming Faith past the bar and into the back hallway, Nikolas covered her mouth with his hand, swearing under his breath when she bit him hard. Remembering his handkerchief, he quickly removed it from his pocket and slid it around her mouth, tying the ends together at the back of her head.

Dragging her along behind him, Nikolas headed for the hospital parking lot to pick up his Jag. He couldn’t help but notice that no one they saw along the way seemed the least bit interested in helping Faith. “You don’t appear to have a lot of friends, honey.”

When they got to the car, Nikolas searched the trunk for a bit of rope, using it to tie Faith tightly to the seat. Her eyes were staring at him furiously, and he knew if looks could kill he’d be a dead man. Taking pity on her, he slid the handkerchief down off of her mouth, smiling when she cursed a blue streak.

“This is kidnapping, you little pervert.”

“You wound me, Faith. I haven’t even done anything to make you call me a pervert; not yet anyway.”

“Just because your little cupcake can’t satisfy you is no reason to take it out on me.”

“You’ve been begging for it, Faith, flirting with me every time we ‘accidentally’ run into each other.”

“I told you, it’s about business.”

“And I told you, I don’t believe you. If it were only business, you could have easily sent one of your people around to talk to me. Instead, you made it a point to deal with me yourself. Up close and personal. I’m just taking it a step further, making it very close and very personal.”

“Nothing is going to happen,” she assured him defiantly.

“Really? Who’s going to stop me?”

“You’re a gentleman, Nikolas. Your breeding won’t allow you to force yourself on a woman.”

His snort of laughter startled her, and, for the first time, she began to appreciate the gravity of the situation. “You should have done your homework, Faith. The acts of depravity committed by the Cassadine family are legendary. There’s nothing we haven’t done. Take my father, for example. He wanted Laura, and he took her. Never mind the fact that she was in love with someone else. Nobody stands in the way of the Cassadines. And look what came of him forcing himself on her: me. So, you see, I have a long standing association with not taking no for an answer.”

“You really don’t want to do this,” she protested. “You’re just mad at Emily. Think about it, Nikolas. The best revenge would be to make a business arrangement that would be profitable to both of us, make her realize what she’s lost.”

“Why are you fighting me? It’s not like you’re a virgin, Faith. You use sex as a weapon all the time. Surely it’s not sporting to complain now that it’s backfired on you.”

Parking the car in its usual spot down by the docks, Nikolas untied Faith, pulling her out of the car and lifting her into his arms. “Much simpler this way,” he muttered. Once they were on the launch, he tied her to a piece of equipment and started the engine.

“My men will be looking for me.”

“And why the hell would they ever imagine you were with me?”

“Coleman …”

“Will keep his damn mouth shut.”

Faith lapsed into silence and Nikolas glanced over at her, amused to see a rather adorable pout on her face. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this free. Since Emily came back into his life, there had been little else but melodrama and angst, and he was fucking tired of it. She was like a leech, draining him of all his energy. Well, no more. Zander was welcome to her.

Neither he nor Faith uttered another word until the launch was moored at the dock. When Nikolas untied her, she raked her nails across his cheek hard enough to draw blood. Yanking her head back hard by the hair, he kissed her roughly before biting down on her lower lip in retaliation.

“Ouch,” she exclaimed. “That hurt.”

“Then play nice,” he warned her. Not trusting her to behave, he tied her hands together and pulled her along by the rope.

“How do you plan to explain my presence?”

“Faith, nobody lives here but me. And I could slaughter a whole herd of people right in front of the servants and they’d never breathe a word of it.”

“Nikolas, I know you’re just trying to frighten me. You’re only a boy. I refuse to believe that you intend to go through with this.”

“Then you’re a bigger fool than I thought.”

Making his way into the house, Nikolas headed straight for his bedroom, throwing Faith over his shoulder to carry her up the stairs. Once they were in his room, he tossed her down on the bed before walking back over to the door and locking it with a key.

“I’m giving you one more chance to behave,” he said as he untied her hands. “If you don’t, I’m tying you back up and you’re going to stay that way.”

Faith massaged the blood back into her aching wrists. “I’m on my period,” she announced.

“You must be feeling really desperate. That line is older than you are. Besides, it wouldn’t stop me from fucking your mouth. Or your ass,” he added.

“Nikolas, please don’t do this.”

“Now we’re getting to the good stuff. Beg some more, Faith. You’re so sexy when you beg.”

“Fuck you,” she shouted.

“I knew you’d come around to my way of thinking. Do you want to undress yourself, or shall I?”

With a little sniffle, Faith turned around so he could unzip the back of her dress. When he finished she slid it off her shoulders and pushed it down to the floor. Her hands reached behind her to unhook her lacy black bra, letting it fall down on top of her dress. The only thing remaining was her thong, and her eyes pleaded with him not to make her take it off, but his expression was resolute. Fighting back tears, she bent over and slid the scrap of material down her long legs, kicking it across the room toward him.

“Get on the bed,” he instructed. She climbed up to the center and lay down, but he motioned her back, pulling her hips toward him as he knelt down on the floor. “Faith, you’re a natural blonde. I never would have figured.”

“What are you doing?” she asked, bewildered by his actions.

“Don’t worry. I don’t think you’ll object.”

Parting her with his fingers, Nikolas wasted no time, lashing her tender flesh roughly with his tongue, pausing now and then to nibble on her gently with the sharp edges of his teeth. When he had her moaning non-stop, Nikolas held her open and tongue-fucked her pussy, drilling the pointed tip as far into her as he could reach. Before long, he felt her hand on the back of his head, pushing him further up into her as she fucked his face frantically.

“Yes,” she panted. “More, more … God, Nikolas, please … my clit, suck my clit.”

He made her wait, teasing her with his tongue until she was sobbing incoherently. Finally giving in, Nikolas licked her clit, feeling her start to quiver underneath him. Drawing the sensitive bud into his mouth, he sucked hard on it as he continued to rub it with his tongue.

Faith’s thighs locked tightly around his head, holding him against her while she thrust into his mouth, fluid gushing out of her and dribbling down his chin. Nikolas released her clit, but continued to lick her gently until her muscles relaxed and her thighs fell away from him.

Nikolas got to his feet, and Faith sat up on the bed, her eyes dazed and confused as she stared up at him. “Why did you do that?”

“Because I wanted to,” he replied.

“Most guys don’t care whether a woman receives any pleasure or not.”

“I’m not most guys.”

“Yes, I’m beginning to understand that.”

Reaching up to unbutton his shirt, Nikolas was surprised to feel Faith’s hands pushing his out of the way. “Let me,” she offered.

He allowed her to undress him, keeping a sharp eye on her in case it was just a ruse. When she was finished, she sat down on the bed and wrapped her hand around his hard cock, pumping it gently. Leaning forward to take it in her mouth, Faith was startled when Nikolas pulled her head back, his voice commanding her to stop.

“On the floor,” he ordered. She nodded her agreement and, after getting to her feet, started to kneel down in front of him. “Wait,” he said, walking over to the bed to get a pillow. Placing it on the floor, he pushed her down to her knees and held his cock up to her mouth.

Faith was flustered by his thoughtfulness, realizing that Nikolas was much more complicated than she ever imagined. And, in spite of all his talk about forcing himself on her, he waited patiently for her to take him into her mouth. That silly girl Emily must not have a brain in her head if she couldn’t choose between Nikolas and Zander. The latter was a sweet, somewhat endearing boy, but the man in front of her was something else entirely. Complex and contradictory, an interesting dichotomy of refined gentleman/ruthless rogue, and altogether sexy whichever role he was playing.

Staring up at him, Faith opened her mouth and pulled him inside, sliding him in and out for several strokes before licking his cock from the base to the tip, her tongue tracing the vein along the underside of his thick shaft. Lapping up the fluid leaking from him, Faith put her hands on his hips and pulled him forward, driving him into her throat.

Nikolas hissed at the sensation, but he left her in control, letting her move him back and forth as she desired. When Faith finally worked him all the way down her throat, she swallowed around him, her muscles gripping him tightly. His hands closed over her head, holding her still as he jerked against her, his cock spurting ropes of come down her throat. She licked him clean with her tongue before releasing him and getting to her feet.

Taking her hand, Nikolas pulled her over to the bed. “Get in,” he said, climbing in beside of her. Faith rested her head on his chest, drawing small circles on him with her fingers. “So what happens now?”

“What do you want to happen?”

“I was kind of hoping that we weren’t done.”

“Does that me you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she admitted reluctantly.

“Good, because that’s what I’m planning to do, any minute now.”

Feeling the need to regain control of the situation, Faith looked up at Nikolas, a haughty expression on her face. “Don’t think you can do this whenever you like. I call the shots. I decide when …”

Nikolas’ hand over her mouth stopped her mid-sentence. “Shut up, Faith, unless you want me to gag you again.”

Thrilled that she had finally found a worthy adversary, Faith capitulated, for the moment. Port Charles had suddenly become much more interesting. Who knew the boy had it in him?