Warning NC17!! This is most definitely a sexually explicit piece of fiction! Do not read any further if you are under the legal age of your country or state! 

Ok, ok, I know St Patrick's Day is long gone, but I did write this then, and well, I thought by the time it came around again someone else may have come up with a titillating repartee!<g>

This is part of my continuing Nicky series. Gosh, No.8, in fact, sometime after "Death or Victory". Though I don't feel it's necessary to have read any of my other episodes, I would advise reading, at least, "As Sure as the Heavens", so you can gain a little perspective about the relationship between LC and Jordan. 

"Help Me Find a Four-leaf Clover" will only be posted at JADFE and my own website.

This is the first piece of fiction I have written solely for the sake of eroticism, so consider yourself forewarned.   Oh, did I mention there's a little B & D and how shall we say, other 'alternative' pleasurable acts, in this little ditty?<eg> If you're really not into that kind of thing, although this really is quite tame, perhaps you really shouldn't read any further...<eg>

Usual copyright disclaimers apply.
Permission for reposting, is granted solely to JADFE.

Bon appetit!


Help Me Find A Four-leaf Clover
A St Patrick's Day Challenge

By Knightraven
copyright 1999


"Why the hell not?!" Jordan exclaimed angrily as she followed after the tall Roman, abruptly leaving the room in a futile attempt to end the conversation.
"Because..." he replied impatiently, halting in the hallway and turning back to face her, "...as you well know, I quite vehemently detest such trivial and tedious mortal celebrations!" he told her, his own volume rising to match hers.
"St Patrick's Day is never tedious! In fact, it's usually one hell of a party!" she argued hotly. 

Everything about her was confrontational, and as Lacroix glared at his brazen lover, he couldn't help but feel a familiar stirring in his loins. The sight of her emerald eyes flashing, the way her heart was vigorously pounding her sweet blood to her cheeks, the fearless manner in which she held her hands to her hips...he was beginning to find her irresistible. It was difficult enough controlling his libido in her presence at the best of times, but when she was all fired and flushed as she was now...   But even so, there was no way in hell he was going to let her host a St Patrick's Day Party in his club.
"No," he stated unequivocally. 
"No? That's it? Just, 'No'?" Jordan exclaimed, staring at him in utter disbelief.
"I refuse to discuss this any further," Lacroix said, then turned on his heel and left her fuming, steam almost literally spouting from her ears. 

He refuses to discuss...?!! The gall of that man!! Jordan screamed silently as she watched him walk off into the relative safety of the crowded bar.   She felt the familiar presence of the bartender move up behind her.
"So, we can take that as a 'No', then?" Patrick said, resigning himself to the well-known fact that when Lacroix said "No," he meant, "No." End of story. 
"Oh, I don't think so, Paddy. I haven't yet begun to fight this battle!" Jordan turned narrowed eyes back to Lacroix as he stood at the bar, sipping nonchalantly from his ever-present glass. "Lucien Lacroix is about to wish he'd never heard the name Jordan Helene Walker!" 

Patrick grinned as the spirited mortal woman threw down the gauntlet, and as he saw the wicked gleam in her eye, he actually began to feel sorry for the ancient vampire.   Jordan spun and stalked up to the apartment she now shared with Lacroix above the club, and Patrick moved back to his position behind the bar.

Jordan slammed the door to the living room and paced vigorously in front of the fireplace.
How dare he speak to her in that manner! She was not a child! And for crying out loud, it was a St Patrick's day shindig, not a bloody wedding!  Jordan continued to throw every swear word and derogatory remark she could think of toward the vampire downstairs, hoping he could at least sense how pissed off she was.  What made matters worse was that she was quite aware of the fact her fury was turning her lover on something bad. Worse still was that his arousal was having a decidedly wanton effect on her. 

Jordan spun around as she felt him suddenly enter the room behind her. She jumped when he appeared so close to her that they were touching. Glaring up at him, she demanded angrily,
"What do you want?" 
He moved closer still so he was pressed up against her. Oh yeah, he most definitely wanted something.  "You," he whispered confidently, his breath caressing her ear.
"And what makes you think you can have me?" she asked him tersely. He smiled benevolently as he brushed her hair from her face, letting his finger trail down her neck. He let it linger, softly, stroking the hollow at its base.   Holding in the sigh of pleasure she was dying to release, she continued to glare stubbornly.  Instead of replying to her demanding question, Lacroix leaned down and took her face within his large hands and kissed her tenderly. As she involuntarily responded, he deepened the kiss until they were desperately groping at each other, trying to satisfy the burning hunger raging through them both.

Without preamble, Jordan pulled down his fly and reached in to touch him. He gasped in her ear as she firmly stroked his straining erection. The buttons on her blouse were ripped away as he exposed herself to him. Her bra quickly followed, then she too gasped, as his hands at last found the soft warmth of her bosom.  Without breaking contact with his fevered lips, Jordan fumbled with her own jeans, tearing open the button fly and yanking the denim over her hips. Lacroix roughly pushed her onto the couch behind her, and pulled them off the rest of the way, before releasing his own trouser button and letting the dark slacks fall to his ankles. 
He leaned over his lover, pressing his body against hers, and drew her mouth into a passionate, hungry kiss, their tongues dancing upon each other as their hands roamed feverishly. Jordan tore his shirt open to feel the curves and coolness of his chest as he pressed against her own.
They joined forcefully, both gasping and clutching at the other as they quickly fell into a fast and furious rhythm. 
Jordan was captured by her lover's eyes as they blazed their brilliant gold. His fangs had descended and he, like herself, was breathing hard as their climax rapidly climbed toward its peak.
"God, yes!" she gasped as her pleasure increased with every thrust of his hips. She clutched his buttocks, pulling him closer, harder, throwing herself back at him with equal abandon. 
She finally tossed her head back and closed her eyes as she felt herself topple over the edge just as she felt Lucien climaxing within her, the moment the thrilling prick of his fangs pierced her skin. A muffled groan joined her own as they became one.

Lacroix rested his head upon her shoulder, remaining inside of her as they recovered from their passionate and rigorous lovemaking.  It was this good...always. Each time they made love, whether it was spontaneous and lust-driven or slow and cherishing, it was this incredible. Each time he took her blood into himself, he revelled in the woman he was so deeply in love with. Each time was like the first, only better, richer, fuller, deeper. He would always feel the same intense satisfaction afterwards, such a level of contentment, so filled with love, that it was sometimes difficult to believe it was real.

He smiled as Jordan slapped him on the behind. He looked up into her eyes, and grinned at the flash of amusement he saw there.
"You!" she said, poking him rapidly in the buttocks several times, "Are far too confident for your own good!"
"It is my given gift and strength in life, my dearest." He pecked her lips then kissed her deeply once again, before lifting his weight from her and pulling up his pants.  Jordan lay back and watched appreciatively as he buttoned his fly. Then before he had a chance to change his shirt, a knowing glint filled her eyes and she reached up to pull him back down to her lips. 
Breaking away from her tender nibbling, she said,
"I have only one thing to say to you..." At his raised eyebrow and cocky half-smile of amusement, she breathed,  "Dead air."
He frowned, confused for a split second before it hit him. His smile vanished.
"Shit." Lacroix bolted for the door and quickly disappeared downstairs and into his sound booth where for the last six minutes he had been playing 'Nothing But Silence' by Marcel Marco, and his phone lines were lit up and blinking madly.
A giggle or two went unheard from behind the bar as Lucy and Patrick caught sight of the vampire as he sped into the sound booth to rescue what was left of his show. It had been fairly obvious by his state of undress as to what he had been doing to make him forget all about his broadcast.

Jordan woke early the next afternoon. She rose from the bed carefully so as not to wake the sleeping vampire beside her and headed for the bathroom to shower and dress.  She smiled as she left the bedroom, her purse in hand, having spent the hour after Lucien had abruptly left her last night formulating a plan, a plan so cunning...
She believed she had come up with the perfect deed to encourage Lucien to change his mind about the party, and in the interim, perhaps teach him a lesson or two about how he assumed too much about her. Of course, his overbearing behaviour, which frequently drove her crazy, needed to be curbed a little, too, and the need to exact a little unforeseen revenge upon him was just what the doctor ordered.  Grabbing the keys to the car, she left the Raven to venture out and do a little shopping. She was going to need a few things in order to carry out her mission.

An hour later, Jordan returned home. She placed the cloth bag she carried onto a chair in the corner of the bedroom and withdrew one of the packages within. Holding the metal in her hands, she smiled at her soundly sleeping lover on the bed. It was still a few hours till dark.

She had been forced to recruit the most helpful and most discrete services of Feliks Twist in gaining the tools she needed. He had been a little apprehensive at first, but after a quick phone call to Patrick to confirm her validity, he had provided Jordan with what ever she required, his amusement growing with every request, and he had laughed outright when she had ordered the vampire-strength handcuffs, which she now held in her hands.  Jordan's smile turned contentedly benevolent as she drew nearer the bed. She was quite sure he was sound asleep. She could always tell, as his lips parted ever so slightly and his features seemed uncommonly relaxed.  He was lying on his back, one arm flung out on her side of the bed, the other resting on his chest. 
Jordan tentatively took his outstretched arm, and with abated breath she clicked one set of cuffs around his wrist. She froze as he suddenly took a deep breath, then sighed with relief when he remained asleep. She released the breath she was holding and slowly and carefully took his cuffed hand and raised it above his head, attaching the other end to the headboard. One down, one to go. She deftly repeated the procedure with his other hand, and once secured, she took a step back and stood gazing at her handiwork, completely amazed he hadn't woken. With a final smile, she returned to the carry bag and took out another package. This one she took into the bathroom to change into.

Lacroix slowly woke. He sensed something was amiss. He moved to pull his arms down from above his head.
Clank.
He opened his eyes and glanced above his head. What the...? He pulled again. 
Clank.
Clank, clank, clank. 
He could hardly believe his eyes. She had handcuffed him to the bed! He pulled hard this time, attempting to snap the cuffs open. 
"I wouldn't do that if I were you...if you want the bed to remain in one piece, that is," came a sultry voice from across the room.

Jordan stood in the bathroom doorway, leaning suggestively against the doorframe, her skin soft in the candlelight. She watched as the vampire struggled at his bonds, then turned toward her and dropped his mouth. With a hint of a smile, she slowly moved closer.

"Jordan. What are you doing?" he asked her firmly. He was not at all happy about the situation he now found himself in.
"Why, my love, I am persuading you."
"Persuading me...to do what?" Suspicion tainted his tone.
"To change your mind."
"I never change my mind."
Jordan's evil smile caused his eyebrow to rise.
She leaned down, her lips tauntingly close to his.
"I know," she breathed. She was obviously telling him that in no uncertain terms, she was going to do her damnedest to make it a first.
He couldn't draw his eyes away from the alluring poise of her beautiful body draped with black silk and lace underwear. He definitely hadn't seen that particular outfit before.
She turned away from him and went over to a chair and rummaged through a cloth bag. She pulled out an object he couldn't quite see. Turning back to him, she spoke once again,.
"Now that you have seen my attire for this evening, I have decided that you have seen enough." Jordan walked over to him and quickly placed a blindfold over his eyes.
"Jordan. This is ridiculous. Release me," he demanded, pulling again at his restraints.

She was only too aware he was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. He wasn't in control, he wasn't calling the shots...she was. Of course had it been anyone but her, this would have ended by now. Securing his blindfold, she slapped him lightly on the cheek when he moved his head to avoid the cloth, reminding him this game was hers, as was he.
"Lie still."

"Jordan..." he said forcefully, straining at the cuffs again. They must be titanium. Damn it! He really didn't want to destroy his antique bed.
She ignored him, and he could only listen as she went back to the bag and rustled around until she had found what she was searching for.

End Part 1

Part two

As she stood over him, revelling in the way she was making him squirm, she now held in her hands a collection of toys.  First, though, was the task of removing the black silk pyjamas barring her access to his wonderful body.  She placed her booty onto the bed and grasped in her hand the very sharp scalpel she had acquired from Natalie.

Lacroix felt the cold sharp steel of the knife as she lightly touched it to his face and ran it down his cheek. He reached out his senses as he lay very, very still. She may not be able to kill him, but it would still hurt like hell.
"Jordan...what...are you doing?" he quietly demanded.
She ignored him again. Instead, she slid the scalpel down his neck to the top button of his silk shirt.   "There are rules, of course, which, when broken, will result in punishment."
"Jordan, this is ridicul..." he gasped as she cut him slightly just under his right collarbone.
"Rule number one: There will be no talking, except to announce your surrender." Lacroix strained against his bonds, trying not to tear apart his three-hundred-year old bed. He drew in another sharp breath as he was cut again.
"Rule number two: ...Don't do that," she said, close to his ear. Her breath tickled his ear, and along with the bursts of pain, and the scent of his own blood, he was beginning to breathe a little harder as his arousal grew. The fact that he could easily make himself believe he was at the mercy of his lover did nothing to dampen his growing pleasure. In fact, it was adding to it...immensely.
He had no idea what she planned to do to him, but he was sure it couldn't be all bad. But he lay obediently quiet and still, waiting.

Jordan cut free the second button, then with torturous lack of speed, she cut the third, and fourth, fifth, sixth.   When all of the buttons were free, she began to cut away his sleeves. She refrained from touching him, instead used only the knife to cut his pyjamas away and to gently caress his skin.  Once the silk was decimated, she pulled it from his body, and watched as his nipples hardened and his body shivered as she drew the cloth across him.  
Even though she easily predicted his answer, she asked him the question,
"Will you allow us to have a party at the Raven?"
"No."
She nicked him, just below his left nipple, and he grunted, immediately realising his mistake in replying verbally.  Jordan couldn't help but notice the rapidly growing bulge in his pyjama trousers and quickly used the knife to remove the silk before he became fully erect. 
Pulling the fabric slowly from him, she delighted in seeing the shiver which ran through his body.
God, he was beautiful. She stood and drank in the sight of her lover for a long moment before reaching down to retrieve her next item of play. 

Lacroix gasped as Jordan quickly, and somewhat unexpectedly, took his erection into her hands. She stroked him once, and he frowned as he felt her fastening something to the base of his penis. His eyes widened as he registered what it was.  Where did she get that from?! He smiled slightly as he realised things were going to get very interesting indeed.

Making sure the cockring was firmly and securely in place, Jordan shifted her focus to the rest of his body.  Climbing onto the bed, she slowly crawled to the end and took one of his feet into her hands and began to slowly and gently massage it.

Lacroix dropped his head back to the pillow and closed his eyes as she ministered to his feet. He could feel the cockring tighten around his swelling shaft, though it was yet to become uncomfortable. She moved on to the other foot, then after a time, up his calves and across the rest of his muscled body, paying equal attention to all of his muscle groups, all except one.
She skillfully and deftly caressed his skin to an arousal he had not reached in quite some time. He felt so relaxed and pampered he was almost falling back asleep.
"Oh, no, you don't," she whispered as she watched his head droop. Jordan reached behind her and gave his erection a rough tug.
It had the desired effect as his eyes flew open beneath the blindfold and he gasped loudly.
"Have you changed your mind yet?" she asked him.
He remained silent. 

He listened as she left the bed and crossed over to her bag of tricks before returning.
Suddenly he was savaged by her lips as they sucked his own into her mouth, and he returned her kiss passionately until it was abruptly broken. He strained to catch a glimpse of her through his blindfold, but it was no use--he was completely in the dark. 
He could feel the cockring begin to tighten firmly around him. Very soon it would be painfully restricting, denying him the release he would eventually crave.
She leaned over him and lightly brushed one of his nipples with her tongue. Gently she sucked and nibbled upon it and then the other.
He marvelled at his own lack of control with her. He was quite capable of foregoing orgasm should he wish. In fact, he had pridied himself on his ability to have his body savaged with pleasure from another, yet still refusing them, and himself, the satisfaction of his release. But with Jordan...

Lacroix mewled as she tasted him. He couldn't help bucking slightly as she moved up to his neck, continuously nibbling, sucking. She claimed his mouth and he strained to take her into him as their tongues and lips met.  But she would pull away, retreating further down his body, leaving him wanting...needing to reach out and touch her.   He pulled again at his bonds. He was startled by a sharp slap to his face.  Damn her! His frustration was rising, but he continued to play along, remaining still as she licked her way back down his chest, pausing briefly to flutter her tongue maddeningly into his navel. He moaned out loud as she finally took his straining member into her hand, and softly, with a featherlight touch, she ran her fingers up and down his length.
"Well...?" she asked him the question silently. As she tightened her hold on him, he very nearly said, "yes."
"No," he gasped. He cried out quietly as she flicked her tongue across his tip. Oh gods! he cried silently. She took him into her mouth, slowly taking him deeper. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take without needing to find his release. But he would be unable to claim it while she had him bound and his member in bondage.
He had become a slave to her desires, and that of his own baser needs and wants as a man. He grimaced slightly with the increasing mixture of pain and pleasure as the leather around his scrotum gripped him tightly. In the next breath, he groaned in ecstasy as her mouth applied increasing suction and continued in her ministrations. He couldn't help but begin to squirm upon the bed. 

He gasped again as she suddenly left the bed and moved away. His senses were reeling, he was so close to orgasm, that all she had to do was release his imprisoned member and he would peak, biting into his own shoulder to satisfy the beast. 
But she would not release him, not until she had the answer she sought.
"Jordan!" he growled, his fangs glistening in the soft candlelight scattered about the room.
She ignored him, neither punishing, nor rewarding.

Jordan left him alone in the bedroom and crossed the hall into the livingroom. She went to the bar and gathered a glass and poured herself an orange juice. She swallowed it quickly, feeling the icy cold quieten some of the burning desire coursing through her body. She smiled--she couldn't believe how aroused and frenzied she had managed to work her strong lover into. She was revelling in a power which she had never really before inflicted upon anyone. And to be the master in such a situation with Lucien was making her burn beyond all expectations. In all honesty, she hadn't been sure if she was going to enjoy this game at all given her own past and the more recent past of her lover, she was wary about how he was going to react to it all. But so far, he seemed to be rather enjoying the whole episode. In fact, he was enjoying it all too much, which was why she had left him to cool down for a moment or two.
Thinking about the next round of persuasive maneuvers, Jordan began to brush her fingers over her own nipples and breasts. She smiled--her own desire for release had given her an idea. 

Lacroix heard and felt her return to him. He lay quietly on the bed, his breathing having returned to almost normal, and his frenzied desire had calmed somewhat, though it had been with great effort on his part.   He felt ready to tackle whatever she was planning to throw at him next.

Jordan stood gazing at his beautifully bound form as he submitted himself to her torture. She saw the determined set of his jaw as he stood loyal to his decision, refusing to back down and give her what she wanted.  Going to her bag, she pulled out a medium-sized vibrator and carried it back over to the bed. Crawling onto the empty side, she sat facing him. She parted her legs and began to touch her breasts again. She ran her hands over her body, pinching and kneading here and there, mewling and moaning as she pleasured herself.
"Can you smell me?" she whispered to him.

Oh god, yes! He drowning in her scent, even taste her sweet musk upon his tongue. He could hear as she slid her fingers over her moist womanhood, and he bucked gently and moaned as she slid a finger, or perhaps two, into herself. She mewled louder now.
"Is this what you want?" she asked him. Her breathing growing more rapid with every stroke. 
He nodded. Yes!

Jordan reached for the vibrator and brought it down to her clit. Turning it on, she saw the muscles in his face register the erotic toy. She cried out as she touched it to herself, then slowly pushed it inside.  "This could be you," she taunted him, panting. "I could be tightening myself around you, squeezing gently, raising myself up, then capturing you once again." She paused for effect. "All you have to do...is say 'Yes'."

Lacroix closed his eyes beneath the blindfold. He could hear the tone of the vibrator change as she withdrew and entered herself, her strokes becoming faster and harder. He turned his head away, panting, from the alluring scene beside him. She was so close! So lustful! So...!

Jordan smiled slightly. But it turned benevolent when she saw him shake his head.
She cried out as she came, revelling as she saw his member jerk forcefully and he bucked his hips as he desperately sought to share her pleasure.

After laying still for a moment, Jordan slipped off the bed, leaving him to reclaim himself once again.


When she reentered the room, Lacroix felt his reserve beginning to wane. 

"Spread your legs and pull your knees up," Jordan demanded. When he hesitated, he was punished swiftly with a nick to his inner thigh. His penis jerked in response, the scent of his own blood wreaking havoc on his straining control.  He did as he was bid, and as he pulled up his knees, a pillow was pushed against his buttocks.  "Lift up your hips." 
He complied. 

Jordan pushed the pillow under him, raising his buttocks from the bed. Jordan could feel his sudden burst of arousal as she told him what to do. She guessed he was surmising just what she was intending to do...and he would be right.   She dipped her fingers into her own abundant wetness, then moved her wet fingers to his tight ring of muscle. Gently probing and applying the lubricant, she probed into him, first one gentle finger, then two.

Lacroix could hardly believe what she was doing. She had always been so reserved and restrained in their sexual games and love-making, but those barriers seemed to have fallen away, and he was reaping the benefits. He gasped loudly as she slipped a second finger into his ass. He hissed in his breath as she added a third. He pushed back against her, trying to impale himself upon her hand.

Jordan reclaimed the vibrator she had used on herself, and without turning it on, she plunged it back into her sex, gathering the natural lubricant, making sure it was well greased. 
Then pressing her chest against his uplifted knees, she placed the tip against his ass and began to slowly and gently push it into him.

He groaned loudly as she began to fill him. Coherent thought slipped away as he thrust back against her, pushing it all the way in. Then far too slowly, she pulled it back out. 

Jordan found herself panting and almost ready to come herself as she watched, and felt, the ecstasy surge through him in response to her actions. She thrust into him again, harder this time. He met her thrust with his own. She kept a steady rhythm for a moment, plunging in and out of him with increasing force.
She leaned over him again, never slowing her motion.
"Do you surrender?"
"No!" 
He was so close...No...he was past close, he was almost insane! He needed her, he needed anything that would bring him his release, but at her words, he responded forcefully in the negative, while at the same moment his brain was screaming the opposite.
Jordan straddled him, sinking herself down over his throbbing erection. He cried out as she took him, still thrusting the vibrator into him as she did so.

Oh gods! He knew he couldn't hold out any longer--the next time she asked, he would give her what she wanted.

Jordan raised herself up and down his member, squeezing her muscles around him. She sensed his shift in mental position, and immediately knew she had succeeded in her quest. She fished into her brassiere with her spare hand and fished out the key to the cuffs. But she waited...she wasn't finished with him yet.  She stopped her thrusts with the vibrator, but left it buried deeply within him. She then halted her movement above him, but tightened herself around him.
She flicked on the vibrator.  He bucked up with such force, she was almost thrown clear off the bed. 
"Gods, Jordan!" he cried out, twisting and writhing against his bonds.
She stared with satisfied astonishment at his convulsing body, wishing desperately more than ever to release him. But she had one last thing to ask.
"Do you surrender?" 

Lacroix glanced where he thought her eyes to be and through his gasps for air, he growled,
"Yes! Yes! Just...!" Before he finished, she began to move again, and he groaned. The vibrator was left to its own devices as she leaned forward and tore off his blindfold, gasping at the sight of his feral, blood-red eyes. She then released first one, then the other of the cuffs holding his wrists to the bed. He immediately sat up and grabbed her, groping her breasts and any other part of her he could get his hands on as he bucked beneath her.

Jordan quickly reached behind her and released the snap on the leather cockring. He almost passed out. 
Lacroix sucked in a deep breath as he flipped her onto her back and began driving into her with abandon. 
He struck, his fangs burying themselves into her throat, sucking greedily, and as he finally orgasmed, he withdrew them and let out a snarl, which easily would have woken the sleeping vampires in the basement below.   Jordan pulled the vibrator from him as he still thrust into her, and he came again, sucking the blood oozing from her wound. But he didn't stop there--he continued to thrust his hips and soon she joined him in a third, and final, climax, which brought him slumping down on top of her, and unable to move any further.

Never before! Never like that! Never... 
Lacroix raised his head just enough to draw her lips tenderly to his. He was still panting heavily as he rolled off her, clasping her to his chest as his lover regained her composure. He thought it might be quite some time before he reclaimed his own.

Jordan held him as he slept, rejoicing in her victory, though even more so in the immense pleasure she had given him.  She left him for a short time as she gathered up and hid away the toys, especially the handcuffs and keys. Then she gulped down a large glass of juice before returning to his side where she snuggled down beside him, and closed her contented eyes. 
She had to gather her strength in order to prepare the club ready for Wednesday. 

After all, Wednesday...was St Patrick's Day!




Finis.


"Stay out of the sunlight, and away from sharp sticks...Oh, and women with handcuffs...and you'll live forever! That was supposed to be the deal!"

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