Jane Bond

[caela]

No. No. No. Jane didn't want to believe the talk that Boris told her. She knew her father wasn't perfect but what Boris told her would paint both her father and MI6 as nearly monsters. Oh Jane was totally naive, she'd known that both did rather unscrupulous things when it was necessary but this was just too personal!

Her mother had been killed before she'd even known her to protect a source? It was more then Jane could, or wanted to, beard and she whimpered softly as the tear that drew Boris' attention rolled down her cheek.

The touch of his thumb against her cheek made her jerk sharply and a low growl filled her throat. When he wrapped his arms around her she did indeed scream and thrashed against him. She pummeled his chest with her fists, rage and sorrow at this twist in her life coursing through her. She'd never be able to return to the job she's so adored or look at her father with that same adoring little girl trust again. A small part of her shattered in the new view of the world Boris' revelations had forced on her.

Finally the rage ebbed away leaving only her pain and she collapsed against Boris' chest, her sobbing wrenching her body as her tears soaked the front of his shirt. She cried like a child until she had no more tears left to shed and was simply left trembling against him. The storm past for now as her emotions were spent and she wrapped herself in a cocoon of numbness.

 

[cgraven]

Jane’s screams reverberated in the small office; her fist became tight little balls that beat against Boris’s chest. The more Jane struggled the tighter he held the grieving young beauty. By sheer brute force alone Boris Ivanavich held Jane till at last she just laid in his arms sobbing like a lost little child till there where no more tears left. Her supple young body trembled wracked by silent sod.

Boris cradled Jane in his embrace rocking her back and forth as if she where a child, he hummed a Russian lullaby, and kissed the crown of her head. In her struggles Jane’s sundress had ripped and she lay there half naked in his arms. Her gray-blue eyes reflected the numbness that filled her.

Life was cruel in the business of espionage and Jane had now discovered how cruel it could really be. What she needed most was sleep, and that is what Boris let her do. For the better part of the next 48 hours he did not stir from his office as Jane slept in his arms. Finally he felt he stir and he stretched as her eyes looked up in to his.

 

[caela]

Jane didn't even notice that her dress had ripped before she drifted off into sleep. Her dreams were troubled and unsettling as her mind tried to deal with the information that Boris had given her. Even in her sleep her mind didn't want to accept what she recognized as the truth. Most of what Boris had told her she'd known in some version or other, it was the details that made the images gell so realistically in her mind that gave her nightmares.

Finally waking she looks up and is startled to find herself still wrapped in his arms. The crumpled appearance of his clothes and the fact that they hadn't changed, told her that he hadn't let her go and she couldn't help but marvel slightly at that. Why had he hung onto her so long? How long had she been sleeping? Why hadn't he just tucked her into a bed?

Blinking the sleep from her eyes she slowly sat up and for the first time realized her dress was torn and that her right breast was fully revealed. Blushing deeply she lifted the scrap of material to cover herself and turned her eyes away a she slipped from his lap.

"So, what now? God what am I going to do with myself now? M is going to kill me when I get back home. " Realizing what she said her eyes snapped back to Boris, "Am I allowed to go home?"

A headache suddenly pounded in Jane's temples as her brain tried to go in 20 directions all at once. Trying to sort out the options before her from here was like trying to find her way to the center of a maze she'd never seen before, too damn many walls in the way.

 

[cgraven]

"So, what now? God what am I going to do with myself now? M is going to kill me when I get back home. " Realizing what she said her eyes snapped back to Boris, "Am I allowed to go home?"

“Yes Jane you are allowed to go home if that is what you want.”

Boris’s voice was calm even and his eyes met Jane’s directly. His had covered hers where she held her ripped sun dress over her right breast. He felt the young beauty stiffen at his touch on her hand.

“It would give you time to sort things out, a chance to be just Jane.”

Boris stood very close to Jane his eyes did not waver from hers.

“Jane I still need a model.”

He eased Jane’s hand down to her side letting the tatter piece of cloth fall. Boris new that the girl was alone and confused, everything she had believed in was swept away. All her security had been proven to be a sham. In all her young life she had never been just Jane. She had always been James Bond’s daughter, or the young beautiful genius of MI6’s laboratories. She had never been allowed to explore the sensual side of her nature, had always shied away from it even on her infrequent nights out with Anna. Boris’s invitation held out to her the seductive offer to find out who she might be if she would allow herself to be if only for a little while just Jane.

 

[caela]

“It would give you time to sort things out, a chance to be just Jane.”

Just Jane? Who was that? It was odd but she suddenly realized that she never thought of herself without her last name. She was James Bond's daughter and the name Bond had always been what defined her. She didn't know who she was outside of that. There was no 'Just Jane', she didn't exist.

Jane sighed softly she felt so drained emotionally and as her thoughts twisted in her mind she barely noticed Boris lowering her hand to her side. She felt the brush of the rooms air against her breast as the nipple hardened but she didn't react. Her normally sharp gaze was distant and unfocused, lost.

“Jane I still need a model.”

His voice drew her attention and she looked at him with a slightly confused look on her face as if she didn't know who he was. It took a moment before what he said even mande sense inside her head. She couldn't explain it but she suddenly felt very light, as if she would drift away in a puff of wind.

She was rootless and going home wasn't really an option after having hung up on M and her father. If she did they'd have her snatched into her own lab to be debriefed and worked over quicker then she could blink. She still didn't trust Boris but staying, at least for now, would give her time to think and sort things out in her own mind. It would give her time to figure out what she should do with herself.

" Alright Boris, you have your model...at least for now. " At that point she was at a loss and simply looked up to him for some sort of direction.

****
"What the hell? She hung up!" M fumed.

"Of course she did you fool. Shit! I should have told her the truth, now who knows what Boris will tell her. She's such an idealist, if he gives her the plain facts she lost to us M." The thought of losing his daughter cut James to the quick. Granted he'd used her like he used everyone else at time but she was his daughter and he did love her in his own way. The thought of her with Boris, the one man who had the most reason to hate James, made his skin crawl.

"When she calls back, just get the coordinates from her and we'll pull her, I don't want her under Boris' influence any longer then necessary, " M said more to himself then to James.

James simply glared at M as he pushed away from his superiors desk. Pausing at the doorway of the office James fixed M with a stare that withered most men before him, "IF she calls back M. IF."

 

[cgraven]

" Alright Boris, you have your model...at least for now. "


Jane’s voice was a small lost little girl whisper, her blue-gray eyes normally sparkling with her emotions where a bit unfocused with a far away look as if her firry spirit had deserted her. Boris knew that the truth could be cruel, for once recognized it could not be ignored. In a matter of only a few day’s Jane had had her eyes opened to a truth that had been carefully concealed from her. She had always been at MI6, even as a child, her only contact with the outside world had been Anna, and Anna had always tried to have Jane explore the sensual side of her nature. It seemed that no one had wanted her as just Jane. True the Name Bond had opened door for Jane but it also closed them for what boy or for that matter man would want to incur the wrath of James Bond.

Boris took Jane by the hand and led her to a settee in the corner of his office, the young beauty followed meekly as if she where a sleep walker. The zipper of her sundress a low rasping sound as it slid down his fingers eased the left strap from Jane’s shoulder the tattered dress whispered to the floor pooling at her feet. Slowly he laid Jane on the bench her nearly nude body bared to him only her panties gave her any sense of modesty.

The clay once again took life under his skillful fingers , he worked for hours till satisfied with the statuette.

“Come see Jane.”

It did not have the lewd sensuality of the first but rather showed a delicate young beauty on the verge of womanhood a child in some respects and a woman in others.

 

[caela]

Slowly he laid Jane on the bench her nearly nude body bared to him only her panties gave her any sense of modesty.

Jane allowed herself to led and arranged as it suited Boris to have her. She was grateful for the simple pose and the quiet offered while he worked on the statuette. It gave her mind time to calm it's mad swimming and clear itself like a pool that had been set to churning and finally could be seen beneath the surface once more.

As her mind calmed her body relaxed on the couch and her eyelids drifted slightly closed. Her conciousness simply drifted in the state between waking and sleeping until Boris voice pulled her back to the present. “Come see Jane.” She rose slowly from the couch like a dreamer just waking up and padded silently over to stand behind him, her eyes taking in his view of her.

She was startled at the image before her...could she truly be so childlike? It captured an innocence that Jane had barely been aware was a part of herself. After all who would think that James Bond's daughter could be an innocent? Good lord is that all she thought of herself as? Was she SO totally defined by her father?

"It's lovely Boris, " she murmured honestly but her eyes had taken on that lost, far away quality and she drifted back to the couch. Almost completly unaway of her own nakedness she simply curled down into a ball and tugged her knees up to her chest, her chin resting on them as she stared off into space. Small tears glistened on her cheeks completly unheeded as she was once again lost inside the world in her head.

 

[cgraven]

"It's lovely Boris, "

Jane’s voice was a soft whisper, there was an honesty to it that pleased Boris. Then her soft eyes again took on that far away look as she returned to the settee. Boris saw her knees draw up and her chin resting on them , and the trickle of tears down their soft curve. Jane looked so sad and lost as he sat beside her his arm around her shoulder as he drew her head to his chest. He let her cry there in the security of his embrace for several minutes. Tenderly he lifted her chin so his ice cold blue eyes met hers, he bared his soul to her gaze, to let her see beyond the man she thought she knew.

“Jane you look so lost tell me what troubles you so?”

 

[caela]

The young woman sighed and curled closer into the safety Boris arms offered her. Her sense of self had been shattered and now she felt lost and adrift in a world that she couldn't neatly define any longer. She'd always been so sure of who Jane Bond was but that definition of herself included being her father's daughter and she wasn't so certain she wanted that defining facet any longer.

Tipping her head up to meet Boris ice blue gaze she sniffled softly and quickly dropped her gaze once more. The ungaurded look in those eyes only added to her confusion. This man had used her, abducted her, given her information that had shattered her world around her, and now he offered her comfort and safety and a chance to simply exist as Jane. What was she supposed to make of that?

Suddenly angry at the utter helplessness she was feeling Jane wrenched herself out of his arms and prowled the room like a caged tigress. Her eyes flashed hotly and her lithe body moved with a dangerous feline grace as an unnamed fury raged through her needing to vent itself. It took all Jane's control to keep her mouth tighty shut for she knew if she spoke while this rage was on her she'd say something she didn't mean just to try and hurt Boris.

Glancing at the statuette he'd made a deep rage burned in her eyes, the force of it startled her but she was powerless to control it. She felt the undeniable urge to break something and the statue seemed to mock her with the innocent, lost expression so clearly captured on it. She glanced between Boris and the statuette and realized he was closer but that didn't stop her from stalking toward it, a low growling in her throat.

 

[cgraven]

Tipping her head up to meet Boris ice blue gaze she sniffled softly and quickly dropped her gaze once more. Jane rested in Boris’s arms for a little while longer before she wrenched herself free there was a rage that consumed the young beauty a rage born of frustration and loss. Her whole world was gone the cruelty of truth had loosed a tigress. Ever muscle in her body was tense, Jane was the predator her need to lash out paramount. Jane’s fist where tight balls her knuckles white. She glanced between Boris and the statuette and realized he was closer but that didn't stop her from stalking toward it, a low growling in her throat.


“Go ahead Jane destroy it, smash it, beat it back into a lifeless lump of clay, but will that answer the question of who you are?”

When Jane turned on her heel he knew that he could become the target of the rage that blazed in her eyes.

“But it will not alter the truth of what I have seen I you Jane.”

Boris paused as she hesitated, he drew a long breath to steady himself.

“If you let me I can help you discover who you are Jane but the decision is yours.”

He knew that Jane had to vent her rage and he also knew that it would be the little clay figure or himself that she would vent all her pent up anger, frustration and betrayal on. Boris braced himself and waited Jane’s to decide where her vengeance would strike.

 

[caela]

Jane twisted sharply as Boris voice raised to catch her attention and sliced through her brain. Her eyes flashed sharply taking in a new target, the blue-grey depths roiling with pure fury, confusion, despair, passion, and more. More emotion then Jane knew how to handle was sweeping through her all at once and the only thing she could think to vent it was destruction.

She stalked toward Boris like a hunting lioness and was slightly startled when he didn't back away from her. Getting so close he could feel the heat pouring off her body she held his eyes in her raging gaze and hissed as low and soft as velvet but with the hard ring of steel, "How do you think to show me who I when I no longer had a clue to it myself?"

As she spun away from his her hand reached up and curved fingers dragged her nails, clawlike, along the flesh of his throat just below his ear before she once more prowled the room. Such anger as she was feeling though is draining and hard to maintain and Jane was quickly burning through it. She could feel the despair behind it creeping up to take it's place and growled softly once more. She wouldn't let that helplessness creep back in! She wouldn't!

With a savage cry she whipped around and her fist flew through the air, no loose cannon, it was obvious someone had taught her the proper way to throw a punch as the curve of her arm was tightly controlled. Her fist slammed into it's target which turned out to be neither Boris or the statue but the heavy oak door to the office. She saw a bright burst of light and heard the small snapping of one of the metacarples in her hand as the door refused to bend. Her lips formed a small "O" of surprise as pained crashed through her and she sunk limply to the floor cradling her hand and looking down at it as if wondering how such a thing had happened.

 

[cgraven]

"How do you think to show me who I when I no longer had a clue to it myself?"

Jane spun on Boris like a caged tigress her claws biting deep into the flesh of his neck, her rage given form she staled away prowling the room her rage consuming itself in pure physical motion. With one final chaotic outburst Jane’s fist slammed into the heavy oak door to the office. Her lips formed a small "O" of surprise as pained crashed through her and she sunk limply to the floor cradling her hand and looking down at it as if wondering how such a thing had happened.

Boris saw the young beauty sink to the floor cradling her hand as if it was a broken bird. He was kneeling by her side gently taking her injured hand in his, his fingers gentle as he examined it, a grimmest of pain flashed in her tear stained blue-gray eyes. Warm crimson drops stained Jane’s hand from the wound that her nails inflicted.

“Jane I think you have broken it.”

Boris statement a simple but compassionate statement of facts, he did not challenge Jane about the wisdom of her actions, he just accepted it, as he tenderly evaluated the extent of her injury.

Boris went to a wardrobe, taking a coat he came back to Jane and slipped it over her shoulders covering her trembling naked form. Cradling the confused young beauty in his arms he carrier her to a small dispensary pointed disregarding the stares of the guards when they saw the semi naked beauty in his arms. Boris tended to Jane personally.

“Jane I can help you find out who you are, all your life you have been a student locked away in your lab, have you never wondered if you had a sensual nature as well and how deeply it might be a part of you.”

From that night they had spent together in his London loft he knew Jane had a very sensual nature one held to long in check, imprisoned by the fact she was James Bond’s daughter and the shinning star of MI6’s laboratory. He wondered if just Jane could embrace that part of her nature so long denied.

 

[caela]

Jane was startled when small red drops of his blood fell on her hand. For a moment her own pain was forgotten as she simply stared at the marks on his neck. Had she really done that? She'd never flown into such a rage before and now she could hardly remember when she'd done except for that fateful slamming of her fist to the door that had snapped her out of it.

“Jane I think you have broken it.”

She managed a small, wan, smile at that assessment. She'd already figured that much herself when she felt the snapping in the back of her hand. She'd managed not to scream while he had been examining it but the pain of it made everything at the edges dim as she fought to keep from passing out.

She rested her head against his chest while he cradled her in his arms and carried her to the dispensary. She had a better angle to view the marks her nails had left on his flesh and she couldn't help but blush gently in regret for it. She didn't think an apology would really cover it though and so she kept her silence as he settled her and began moving about the dispensary and seeing to her hand himself.

“Jane I can help you find out who you are, all your life you have been a student locked away in your lab, have you never wondered if you had a sensual nature as well and how deeply it might be a part of you.”

"Why?" She grimaced as he set her hand but then continued. "Why do you want to show me anything? Why are you giving me choices? It was clear from the looks on the guards faces when we passed that something wasn't normal though I have no idea what.

As for having a sensual nature, " Jane waved her hand dissmissively. "I've always left the sensual to Anna, it was much more her expertise then mine and always fun to watch. Besides when would I have had time for it?"

At the mention of Anna her eyes drifted away again and wave of homesickness washed over her. Anna must be worried sick about her by now and she hated to worry her. She knew her father wouldn't think to tell her friend that she had called but perhaps Matt would if he knew about it.

She shook her head and pushed thoughts of thos back home from her head as she focused on how Boris was wrapping her hand. He'd done a good job of it, tight enough to hold the bones still so that could head properly, not so tight as to restrict the flow of blood. She'd seen doctors do much worse and had to smile a bit in appreciation of his skill.

"You do that very well, thank you Boris. And I'm sorry about your neck, I don't know what came over me in there."

 

[cgraven]

"Why?" She grimaced as he set her hand but then continued. "Why do you want to show me anything? Why are you giving me choices?”………….. "I've always left the sensual to Anna, it was much more her expertise then mine and always fun to watch. Besides when would I have had time for it?"…………………….. "You do that very well, thank you Boris. And I'm sorry about your neck, I don't know what came over me in there."

“Jane I have suffered worst in my life.”

There was a gentle smile on Boris’s face as he laid her injured hand in her lap. Then Boris became serious.

“Why Jane because life is always a matter of choices, some foolish, some wise and at other times our choice is to make no choice. Do you think I have always treaded the dark path of espionage? At one time I dreamed of being a doctor.”

Again his cold ice blue eyes held Jane’s yet now they seemed to be pale blue with a hint of white fire to them.

“Jane are you content always to be the observer, to watch Anna enjoy the sweeter pleasure of life while you enjoy them from the side lines, just a voyeur?”

Boris brushed back the wild disarray of the young beauty’s silky chestnut hair. He held her gaze for a moment longer before turning to the medical cabinet to draw forth a bottle of hydrogen Peroxide and a gauze pad to treat his own wounds.

 

[caela]

“Why Jane because life is always a matter of choices, some foolish, some wise and at other times our choice is to make no choice. Do you think I have always treaded the dark path of espionage? At one time I dreamed of being a doctor.”

Her eyes widened in surprise to hear that he had once dreamt of being a doctor. She never gave much thought to how most entered the business of espionage, she'd been born to it herself and working in the same business as her father had simply seemed the natural thing to do. She'd never dreamed of anything other then working in the labs at MI6, creating new toys to help protect their agents whom she looked at as part of her family.

Glancing down at her hand she couldn't help but think that he would have made a fine doctor indeed and wondered how his life would have been different if that had been the path he had followed. Would he had still met her mother? Would he had married her? If so would they have children of their own? If that had been so then Jane wouldn't exist and so, for her own sake at least, she was glad that he had stepped aside from that path.

“Jane are you content always to be the observer, to watch Anna enjoy the sweeter pleasure of life while you enjoy them from the side lines, just a voyeur?”

Her brows furrowed at the question. Damn but he made her think of things in a way she hadn't before and she wasn't entirely certain she liked it. She'd never considered herself a voyuer, or that she was missing anything in life. Watching Anna wrap young men around her little finger was a great source of amusement for Jane who had simply thought herself too bookish to do the same. And besides, people got antsy when they heard her last name.

Watchign him draw out the peroxide and gause she slid from where she sat and took them from him. "Here let me. The least I can do is take care of the wounds I made." Pushing him gently to sit down she settled the supplies on a table and deftly tipped the bottle with the gauze pad over the mouth so that the peroxide spilled onto the gauze. She dabbed lightly at the wounds and shuddered softly still not quite believeing she'd done such a thing.

"I really am sorry about these, it was unforgivable of me to fly into such a rage. I've never had such a tantrum before, I'm honestly much more controlled usually."

 

[cgraven]

"Here let me. The least I can do is take care of the wounds I made."

There was just the barest hit of a grimace When Jane first started dabbing at the deep wounds in Boris’s neck. He had seen the arched eyebrow and a bit of life return to Jane’s eyes as he had questioned her. Her touch was gentle yet very clinical and Boris wondered just what this stunning beauty was thinking.

"I really am sorry about these, it was unforgivable of me to fly into such a rage. I've never had such a tantrum before, I'm honestly much more controlled usually."

“Ah Jane that might be the problem you are always in control.”

Boris let his remark settle into Jane’s mind a question he doubt had ever accrued to her. Then continued his voice deep soothing and very gentle.

“Jane back in my office you where going to smash the statuette. Why because you saw it as a lost little girl or because you saw a beautiful young woman that was not in control?”

Boris paused drawing a deep breath to steady himself, and to let Jane have time to think, time to evaluate her own feelings. She was a woman of science, one use to taking a clinical look at life rather than living it.

“Tell me Jane when you woke strapped to that table what did you feel? I mean not at first, after the shock and rage passed what did you feel when all control had been taken from you?”

Boris had seen some thing in the young beauty’s eyes then something that she herself may never have considered perhaps now she would.

 

[caela]

“Ah Jane that might be the problem you are always in control.”

A problem? How could being in control be a problem? Oh granted there were times where it left her feeling stifled and a bit cranky but that always passed. The thought of being out of control petrified her. She snorted softly to herself, how much control had she really ever had though? Boris had shown her how much of her life had been one large manipulation. She sighed softly, all this thinking was giving her a headache.

“Jane back in my office you where going to smash the statuette. Why because you saw it as a lost little girl or because you saw a beautiful young woman that was not in control?”

"Both, it mocked me with parts of myself I thought long buried. I haven't felt lost or out of control in a very very long time and that statue declared me to be both all at once." As she finished treating his wounds she threw away the gauze pad and twisted the lid back onto the peroxide bottle before sitting down next to him, her good hand holding the coat closed around her.

“Tell me Jane when you woke strapped to that table what did you feel? I mean not at first, after the shock and rage passed what did you feel when all control had been taken from you?”

Jane thought on that long and hard, her silence stretching out in the room until she wasn't entirely certain she could speak the words that formed in her head. As she examine what she had felt at the time she was rather shocked at the conclusion her own mind came to. "Comforted, free. But that makes no sense!"

Her brows knit together over her eyes as her brain tried to make sense of what she'd just said. How could have all of one's control stripped from them in such a visceral manner be freeing? Or comforting? She couldn't help thinking that she should be enraged again but she wasn't, she didn't have the energy for it.

The small clinical voice in her head told her that this man couldn't be trusted, that he'd abducted her, was holding her against her will. Another part of her though, a part used to remaining quietly in the background quickly gagged the first voice. She could have left, he'd given the means to do so and said that she still could whenever she chose. And beyond that here was a man that wasn't intimidated by her name, who offered to show her who she was outside of being James Bond's daughter and the star in MI6's lab. Was she really stupid enough to turn her back on such an offering?

 

[cgraven]

"Comforted, free. But that makes no sense!"

Jane’s voice was a hushed whisper as if she was afraid to speak the very words. Boris could see the conflict in Jane’s eyes as the two side of her nature battled with each other. Boris rose slowly each of his movement’s pain sparingly slow till he stood very close to Jane their body’s just a breathe away form each other. Boris slid his hand into the pocket of the Jacket that he had draped over Jane’s shoulders, he could feel her warmth through the thin lining of the pocket and slowly her grew out a small sliver pendent, his hand brushing Jane’s side as he did so. Taking the young beauty’s uninjured hand in his turning it palm up he let the delicate pendent slip in to her open palm.

“Take this Jane and when your hand is healed if you want that feeling again of Comfort and freedom put it on and wear the suit I first saw you in.”

The days and weeks passed as Jane’s hand healed. Boris allowed Jane to wander as she pleased through his citadel and rather than being a place of horror it turned out to be a place of research. There was no secure communications center in fact it lacked all the trappings of a master spy organization’s headquarters. The young beauty, could read from his extensive library which contained some of the more erotic volumes of her own.

She had said she would be Boris’s model. Some days the poses where shy and innocent other days deeply erotic. And so the time passed as the alluring young woman healed.

 

[caela]

As the weeks past Jane found a calmness in herself that hadn't been there before. There was no need for her to be in such tight control here and she relished in the freedom she'd never had before. Much of her time she spent simply relaxing and enjoying the vast library that Boris had. She'd been startled at first when she realized that this place wasn't what she had first thought. It couldn't possibly be any sort of spy headquarters, there simply wasn't the equipment for it.

She knew she annoyed the guards that were always present in the halls. They thought Boris gave her too much freedom and they couldn't understand why he hadn't made use of the young woman to bring her father to his knees. As her hand healed her vibrancy came back to her as if her soul were healing with her flesh.

She felt a bit silly at first when she posed for Boris. She'd always been a little self concious and now with a broken hand as well she felt foolish in her poses. Until she saw the finished products. His skill was amazing to her, he managed to catch her perfectly even down to that air of reservedness that sometimes crept over her. The more sensual poses always startled her a bit, it was hard for her to believe that the girl in the statue was her. How could she look so utterly wanton?

She never told him but the pendant was always with her. She kept it in a pocket of skirt or jacket she wore and often during the day she would pull it out and watch the silver shining as it spun slowly on it's chain. It fascinated her but she couldn't seem to screw up enough courage to put it on. What would Boris do if she did?

Finally the day came for her bandages to be removed and as she sat in the dispensery watching Boris take them off she knew it was time. Smiling softly to him she murmured her thanks and kissed his cheek before leaving and heading to her own room. There she changed into her suit as well as the stockings, garters, and heels that went with it. Smoothing the material over her body she gently drew the pendant from up and locked the clasp around her neck.

Drawing a deep breath she stepped out into the hall. Her heels clicked on the floor and made the gaurds heads turn. Their eyes were wide and startled at the vision of this normally reserved and feminine woman almost prowling the halls. Making her way to Boris' office she knocked just once before opening the door and stepping inside, her voice soft and low as her eyes met his. "Good evening Boris."

 

[cgraven]

A younger less experienced man may have grown in patient with Jane, or pushed her a bit into accepting his offer, one that Jane would have eagerly accepted that first day in the dispensary, yet Boris knew that it would take time, time for the young beauty to embrace it. He would marvel at the shy blush that kissed her cheeks each time she saw one of the more erotic little statues. With each session Jane became more relaxed with being naked in front of Boris, yet more importantly the shy young beauty became more comfortable with her own wanton sexuality, that she saw in the little clay figures.

Boris was setting in his office lost in one of those long tragic Russian novels when a soft knock on the oaken door caused him to raise his eyes.

"Good evening Boris."

Jane stood there as he had seen her the first night at Judith Windom’s. The scandalously short skirt, the way the suit clung to her supple body like a second skin, the high heels that accentuated the curve of her claves. A small smile creased his lips as the light glitter off the small silver pendent that nestle against Jane’s tawny silken skin.

“Good evening Jane”

Boris whispered as he rose and came to the young woman that was offering herself to him. His lips brushed hers in a soft gentle kiss that deepened till he slowly released her form it, allowing to Jane pulled away breathless. He extended his hand to her, and led her to the a joining room, to the table that she had wakened on that first night here. His hands encircled Jane’s waist as he lifted her to sit on the edge of the table, then slowly he knelt slipping her shoe from her foot, a soft kiss brushed the arch of the shy beauty’s foot, and in like manner he removed Jane’s other shoe.

Boris’s made the simple act of removing Jane’s stockings a most seductively sensual experience. His hands caressed the young woman’s sculptured leg as they glided slowly upwards, his fingers released the clasps of her garter, he eased the helm of her skirt higher and as he rolled down the silken hose, his lips kissed her soft skin, as it was bared to him, his kisses enkindling a firry passion that Jane had always controlled, refused to acknowledge, and denied. When Boris had removed Jane’s stockings he stood smoothing down her skirt.

“Jane lay down my dear.”

 

[caela]

Jane stood in the doorway quietly until he returned the greeting, her heart was hammering in her chest. She'd waited so long partly to allow her hand to heal but also partly as a way of testing him. He'd made an offer and Jane had waited to see if he would keep it in good faith or if he'd push her to appear like this before she was ready to. In all these weeks he'd been patient and kind, never pushing her further then she was willing to go and always pulling back when she showed any sign of fear.

His kiss when he came to her sent fire running down through Jane's body and left her gasping for breath when he finally pulled away. She took his offered hand without a word and followed him into the connected room. She couldn't resist the grin and the bright laugh that filled her throat when he lifted her as easily as a doll up onto the table.

Watching him remove her shoes she purred softly at the kiss to each instep and reached down, lightly stroking his hair as he rolled down her stockings. The kisses he placed on her skin burning like mini fires in her flesh and making a growing ache loom larger then before deep inside her belly.

Unable to controlt he whimper that falls from her lips as he stands and looks down at her she simply nods and lies back on the table as instructed. The table supported her and her eyes never left his as she softly whispered his name in invitation, "Boris".

 

[cgraven]

Jane’s impish grin and her bright laughter pleased Boris yet her kittenish purring, and the soft whimper, when he stood and their eyes met, made his own blood run hot. Demurely the shy young beauty nodded her head and laid back on the table in compliance to his instructions.

Boris”

Jane’s stormy filled blue-gray eyes never lift the cold ice blue fire of his, as she whispered his name. They shown with a sweet invitation as Jane surrendered her jealously guarded control to Boris. Lovingly her drew her arms above her head, securing each delicate wrist in the cuffs. He took particular care with her recently healed hand, the cuffs did not bite into Jane’s supple flesh but were loosely fasten more a symbol of the bondage she was submitting too. Her ankles where spread wide apart a soft kiss to each before Boris imprisoned them. This strange man so tender yet so dangerous, brushed the bond young beauty’s silken tresses from her face. His breathe was hot and moist on the young beauty’s neck, his lips brushed her shell like ear.

“I will not hurt you Jane, if you whisper violets I will stop.”

The lat vestige of Jane’s association with MI6 was the sensual business suit of her first field assignment. Boris picked up a wicked looking knife, it edge razor sharp. His eyes held Jane’s and whispered to her soul trust me.

The edged parted the tightly pulled skirt of Jane’s spread eagle position. The sensual whisper of the material ripping filled the still room. There was a slow sensuality to the way Boris cut the hated suit from her trembling body, cold steel gliding over hot feverous flesh. There was real danger in the edge of that knife, yet Boris never invoked it. Slowly each garment was cut away, till only Jane’s lacey bra and panties remained. Three delft flicks of Boris wrist and the shy young beauty’s bra was gone.
His lips brushed Jane’s in a hot seductive kiss, Then as he had done in the loft his kisses flowed down across her supple body till his mouth rolled her pert nipple along the roof of his mouth. Cold steel kissed her upper thigh as Boris cut away Jane’s panties, everything of her pass as gone now and all that remained was Just Jane.

 

[caela]

The young woman watched intently as Boris closed her wrists in cuffs above her head. She tugged lightly at them and quickly realized that they weren't tight but would be effective if that was their intended purpose. The small kisses to her ankles before they too were bound brought a light smile to the curve of her lips.

Violets. The word repeated in her mind until it had almost no meaning and was little more then syllables of sound. She'd remember if she needed to but something in Boris gaze told her that that was unlikely.

The wicked gleam of the knife that appeared in his hand made her draw her breath and she suddenly realized just how helpless she was bound to the table before him. Her eyes held a glimmer of fear as they sought his and she remained tense until the first sounds of tearing fabric reached her.

Part of her was sad to see the suit cut from her body, it was her last hold on her former life. Mostly though she was becoming lost in the sensations that ran through her. She could feel the flat of the knife against her skin and it drew small whimpers from her lips until she was bared before him.

Her back arched and a low moan reached his ears when his lips trailed down her body to capture one tight nipple and roll it between them. above her head her hands clenched into fists and her arms tightened, if she could have she'd have cupped his head to her breast. Instead she squirmed to press her flesh more firmly against his lips in an offering of her needy body to his skilled lips and hands.

Jane could still feel the cold press of the knife on her thigh and it only made her shiver harder to know how totally out of her control everything around her was. There was no doubt in her mind that if he wanted to he could simply destroy her but she was equally as certain that he wouldn't. She had learned to trust that he wouldn't hurt or damage her in the preceding weeks.

 

[cgraven]

Boris saw the fleeting sadness in Jane’s eyes as the suit was cut away slowly replaced by smoldering passion. Even as he kissed her soft moan of her innocence, as his kisses trailed living fire along her skin. With each kiss Jane’s shyness slip away until she squirmed to press her supple flesh to Boris’s lips as she offered her needy body to him.

Oh how Boris longed to introduce his shy innocent young lover to the darkest of his passions, to watch her dance to the kiss of leather to watch as he nipples swell in agonizing delight at the sharp kiss of the clamps, but not yet those dark pleasures would have to wait for now, for even at this early stage in sweet Jane’s training he could see the wild dark side of her nature, that this stunning young beauty as not even aware of her self yet. He knew if he pushed her she would accept in but her spirit would be broken and Jane would be just a hollow shell of her former self, her spirit broken and the sensual fire that ran through every fiber of her body destroyed.

Slowly he raised his head his teeth holding her nipple tugging at the sanative bud till he reluctantly let it slip away. He let Jane alone bond and helpless for several minutes alone with her thoughts, a lone was the fire course through he veins and burning in the pit of her belly.

War soothing moister bathed Jane’s firry chestnut down, sensually slick soap, caressed her Venus Mound, again the cold kiss of steel, and the rasp of the razor that left smooth shimmering skin in its wake. With each pass Jane was bared ever more to Boris’s hungering eyes, till not one stray silken hair hid the girl’s beauty from him. Warm sweet scented oil anointed Jan’s bare pussy, the fragrance of jasmine and sandalwood caressed her sense.

“Jane you are beautiful and you please me more than any women I have known.”

 

[caela]

Jane's eyes flashed wide as Boris' head came up slightly with her nipple still caught between his teeth and a gasp parted her lips. Her back arched off the table pulling her arms and legs tight as she tries to follow the sweet pain of the bite and only collapsing back once her nipple is released.

She felt him move away and whimpered softly, her eyes trying to follow him until he moved behind her and out of sight. She squirmed on the table waiting for his return her body flushed and aching with need. She grew antsy and groaned softly, on the verge of calling out to him when he finally came back into her view.

Seeing the bowl of water, the cloth, the soap and the razor she was curious and tipped her head slightly to watch him intently wondering what on earth he was going to do. Blue-grey eyes widened in schock when he lathered the fine curly hairs over her pussy; he couldn't mean to shave her there could he?!

Her creamy skni blazed nearly crimson when she realized that was exactly what he intended. She could hear the scraping of the razor removing the hair from her most tender flesh and as air slid over skin that had never been touched she couldn't control her whimpering. The whimpers turned to a low groan as his fingers caressed newly bared flesh to massage the sweet scented oil into her flesh. Her skin was even more sensitive now and she couldn't help but grinding up to his touch.

“Jane you are beautiful and you please me more than any women I have known.”

She smiled tenderly at his words, her eyes showing her pleasure in them but her mind and body were still fully concentrated on her newly bared pussy. "Why did you do that Boris?"