Jane Bond

[cgraven]

Jane’s Blue-grey eyes widened in shock when he lathered the fine curly hairs over her pussy; he couldn't mean to shave her there could he?! Her creamy skin blazed nearly crimson when she realized that was exactly what he intended.

The look of wide innocence in Jane’s eyes and the sensual blush that kissed the bound beauty from the tip of her nose to the tips of her toes as she realized that, that was exactly Boris’s intention clearly showed him how naive this sensual beauty was when it came to the erotic, despite all the knowledge she had undoubtedly gained from her library, from the hours she had spent posing for Boris, in the end Jane was a innocent. As Boris’s hands massaged the soothing oil over Jane’s bare pussy her hips began to seductively ungulate as she pressed her hungering pussy to his fingers. She smiled tenderly at his praise of her beauty her eyes sparkling with the fire of her growing passion.

"Why did you do that Boris?"

“Jane I want nothing to hide your beauty from me, not even on single downy hair, but my sweet girl most of all to bring you pleasure.”

As he spoke his voice softly wrapping around Jane’s mind and will Boris’s fingers continued to massage her bare pussy his finger dipping to slide along the moist folds of her labia, to roll Jane’s throbbing clit under the pad of his finger till a low sensual moan escape her lips.

“It does give you pleasure, doesn’t it Jane?”

Slowly Boris’s finger dips deeper into the hapless beauty’s pussy, sliding deep into her vagina, till he found her g-spot. The very tip of his finger massaged the rough little patch in her moist nectar sweet passage. A second finger joins the first to flutter over that maddeningly sensitive flash point of Jane’s passion and pleasure. She titters on the edge of ecstasy as he slides his fingers from the girl’s grasping core. Boris slides his slick, nectar soaked fingers across Jane’s pouty lower lip.

“Taste your sweetness Jane, tell me what you want.”

Boris’s voice was a soft whisper his words a subtitle command.

 

[caela]

She thought Boris fingers were going to drive her mad as they teased her flesh so expertly. Her hips rolled and pressed, seeking ever more contact until finally his fingers slid into her moist heat and she released a groan of pleasure. Those slick inner walls gripped down around his finger, her bodies way of trying to hold them firmly within her while he massaged that point within her body that quickly had her hips thrusting against his hand and her body maddeningly close to release.

Feeling his fingers withdraw she whimpers loudly, so close! She'd been so damned close and he'd stopped. Without a thought her head tips up and she nips lightly at the fingertips that smear her taste across her lips. She shuddered as she tasted the salty sweetness of her own body and her eyes snapped up to him.

“Taste your sweetness Jane, tell me what you want.”

"I want more Boris, I want the release you just denied me and I want to feel you moving inside of me. I want to feel your lips and hands everywhere on my body."

 

[cgraven]

Boris’s seductive caresses tormented his bound beauty, they had promised such sweet pleasure that Jane could almost taste it only to be denied at the last moment., and his question challenged the young beauty to give voice to what she wanted.

"I want more Boris, I want the release you just denied me and I want to feel you moving inside of me. I want to feel your lips and hands everywhere on my body."

Jane pleaded in a soft breathy whisper born of her need. With a fluid easy of motion Boris bent to run his tongue leisurely along the length of Jane’s quivering pussy, his tongue flicked across her engorged clit his teeth nibbled at it as he drew in a long cool stream of air bathing it feverous surface. His thumbs gently spread her moist neither lips exposing her clit to his mouth’s loving attentions. Boris’s tongue lashed Jane’s sweet pussy, he nipped at her clit, and then his tongue darted out to replace his fingers as it tormented her g-spot. He brought his naïve lover to the heights of ecstasy, held her their, letting her anticipation build, letting her fear build that he might deny her again and as Jane quivered and thrashed caught between ecstasy and fear he wrung an orgasm from the bound beauty that engulfed her in a tidal wave of pleasure sweeping her way in its savage intensity. Again and again his mouth tongue and teeth brought Jane intense pleasure till he mounted the table between her satin white thighs.

Boris head dipped to Jane’s heaving breasts, catching a puckered nipple in his teeth as his hips thrust forward impaling her bare pussy. Boris’s hands seemed to be every where and no where all at the same time as his hips started a slow seductive rhythm as he slid ever deeper into Jane claiming her completely. As Jane’s body tensed again on the verge of another orgasms Boris gently bit down on her nipple as he thrust deep into the girls burning core, his white hot passion mixing sensually with her own cum as they climaxed.

 

[caela]

Jane's stormy eyes fell closed and her back arched up to lifts her hips and press against his lips as he dipped his head back down to her aching pussy. He played her body like a master musician, pushing her pleasure higher and holding her on the edge of release until she thought she'd go mad with it and whimpered softly, "Pleeeease Boris." Finally he pushed her over that edge and her cry of sheer delight filled the room around them. Again and again her pushed up and until pleasure exploded throughout her body leaving her feeling languid and weak between the assaults on her senses.

Her eyes fluttered open to look up at his as he finally climbed up onto the table with her, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew he could hear her deep groan when he slid deep into her at last and her body clenched down, clinging around him as he filled her with his slow rythem. She felt the pleasure building in her and when his teeth sunk into her nipple she cried out into the air and everything seemed to explode around her. Her body held tensed for what seemed forever as pleasure rushed through her until finally she simply went limp under him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Looking up at Boris she smiled a slow lazy smile before tipping her head slightly and pressing small kisses to his forearm near her shoulder. "Thank you Boris, that was amazing."

 

[cgraven]

Jane bound as she was, more by her willingness to surrender control, then the physical bonds that held her could do nothing but lay their as Boris wrung from her young body a world of pleasure that Jane’s control had always denied her. The loss of the young beauty’s physical control over the situation had freed her to soar with the passions the man set lose in her. He had not granted Jane that pleasure until whimpering little voiced had begged for it.

Her guttural groan when Boris slipped with in the girl’s grasping hungering pussy brought even more pleasure to the reserved Miss Jane Bond, whose violent climax left just Jane, a new born creature of unabashed passion in her stead. Boris had given Jane just a taste of delicious pain to mix with that unimagined passion, a taste of yet a darker passion that held out the tempting offer of yet new sensual worlds to explore. The shy young beauty lay there for several minutes as she desperately gasped to catch her breath; her young body limp totally spent.

Looking up at Boris she smiled a slow lazy smile before tipping her head slightly and pressing small kisses to his forearm near her shoulder. "Thank you Boris, that was amazing."

His eyes smiled into her stormy eyes as his lips brushed her moist brow.

“Jane that was just a taste of what could be yours my dear. All the eroticism you have read, dreamed of can be yours if you want it. Nothing between us is forbidden, no pass to dark.”

Jane had taken the first step down a new path she stood at a cross road, would her old comfortable life call her back or would the seductive temptation of a new life call to her to take yet another step on this new path?

 

[caela]

She felt his lips brush across her brow and she smiled softly up to him. Part of her brain still whispered it's doubts but she silenced it quickly. For now she would simply learn and enjoy what he had to teach her, there would be time to worry later about the things the wicked lil voice whispered to her mind and instead, her arm moves with the urge to reach up and touch his face and she laughs softly when it is caught short by her bonds.

“Jane that was just a taste of what could be yours my dear. All the eroticism you have read, dreamed of can be yours if you want it. Nothing between us is forbidden, no pass to dark.”

Her eyes faltered and turned away at words that sent her mind spinning through all the fantasies she'd had, all the novels she'd read. Was there any erotic path she hadn't learned in books? Probably not but she was quickly learning that her books and reality made manifest in her own flesh were not the same thing at all and she had no idea what exactly she wanted.

She felt as if she was being torn in two suddenly, on one hand she had the life she knew and was in control and could predict, she'd always been content but had she been happy? On the other hand was the new road opening before her, a road she could barely see down and couldn't predict in the least but which offered so much to learn and experience.

It was all too much for Jane's mind to process at once and without warning her chest started to heave and her breath catch as a panic attack gripped her. Her eyes flashing wide and pleading as she squirmed on the table and tugged at her bonds, needing desperatly to be loose of them all the sudden.

 

[cgraven]

The passion the love all that had been in Jane’s eyes drained away as she turned from Boris. The young beauty’s breathing became ragged and her body twisted with a rising panic. Her eyes flashing wide and pleading as she squirmed on the table and tugged at her bonds, needing desperately to be loose of them all the sudden.

Boris pressed his body to Jane’s his fingers interlacing with hers, his touch gentle reassuring, even in her mindless panic. He used his physical presence to calm her, sooth her as he slowly undid her bonds. He held her close cradling Jane in his arms.
The young frightened beauty had not spoken the word he had given her but her eyes had in their panic. Yes he could force Jane through this moment of panic, bend her to his will but at what price to the girl? Yes he knew she would be swept away with the darker passions of her nature but her spirit would be broken and her trust in him weakened.

Boris cradled Jane in the security of his arms, humming softly to her, meeting her present need just to be held, till her panic had passed, and then Boris led her back to the small office.

“Coffee Jane?”

It was a question more out of habit then necessity, asked even as he was pouring her a cup.

“Jane what scared you so?”

The young beauty had been through much, all she knew had turned out to be lies or half truths. Her value to the world of MI6 lay in that she was James Bond’s daughter that she was a genius when it came to the lab and the gadgets that she could produce. Her father had proven to be weak, a user and despoiler of women to do what he could not. “M” had seen her as an asset that could be used, to ensnare men, caring little for the woman other than in relation to what she could gain the agency in an ever increasingly competitive world for the crown’s funds for his agency. Boris had offered Jane the chance to just be herself to discover for the first time who she might really be, and it had in the end terrified the young girl. Now she would have to choose which world she would belong to. Boris would not force that decision on his young protégé, as her father had on Nadia, no Jane would have to make her own decision. He would be there to guide her, teacher if that is what she wanted, or to return her to London for he would not keep her against her will.

 

[caela]

Boris cradled Jane in the security of his arms, humming softly to her, meeting her present need just to be held, till her panic had passed, and then Boris led her back to the small office.

Jane curled into Boris, her breathing returning to normal almost as soon as her wrists were freed but her bondy continued to shake against his chest as the panic, and the rush of adrenaline brought with it, finally receded until she could think clearly again. Once released she followed him meekly to the office and the way she couldn't quite meet his gaze told Boris that she felt foolish now for the scene she'd caused.

Taking the coffee gratefully she sipped from it, taking strength from the rich brew as she curled down onto the couch, her face pale and lost in thought. Why had she paniced? What on earth had so suddenly frightened her? She'd been fine until...until what?...until he'd presented her with her diverging path.

Jane realized that she was at a crossroads she couldn't avoid and she'd paniced to keep from having to make an immediate choice. No matter what she chose there would be no going back. She knew without asking that Boris would take her back to London, back to MI6 if she asked but the price of that was loosing the opprotunity to learn what he could teach her. If she stayed she would soon be beyond the ability to return to her old life, if she wasn't already.

It seemed hours that her thoughts spun out before her but she knew it could only have been seconds when he asked, “Jane what scared you so?” Looking to him finally she sighed softly, "Choices Boris. Choices that will effect the rest of my life, choices bigger then any I've ever had to make before. And a question too...why do you want to keep me here? Is it for my own sake, or my mothers?"

 

[cgraven]

Jane sipped her coffee her long athletic legs tucked under her, naked as the day she was born. Boris could see this young intellectual beauty evaluating her recent panic, again in the comfort of the clinical Jane could relax. Finally with a soft sigh those stunning blue-gray eyes sought out his.

"Choices Boris. Choices that will effect the rest of my life, choices bigger then any I've ever had to make before. And a question too...why do you want to keep me here? Is it for my own sake, or my mothers?"

Boris sipped his coffee as Jane spoke he knew that she had chosen her words carefully. He could tell her what she wanted to hear that with that first step she had taken surrendering control to him she had already made her choice that the cross road had been passed, that the day she had decided to stay with him she had closed the door on her old life and that this was just fear of the unknown. It was to a degree the truth, more importantly a half truth that she could understand and live with but not the whole truth.

“Jane yes you face a choice for the most part you have already made it the day you broke your hand, and then again to day when you surrendered control to me. But to choose to learn more about your passionate nature, and the depth of your passions does not in its self mean your old life is forever gone.”

Boris paused for a moment then continued carefully.

“When you where younger you use to dance but gave that up for science, because dancing and science did not mix or at least that was what you where told. Why don’t they mix Jane? Why can’t a scientist dance? Why can’t a scientist be a beautiful sensual young woman? To embrace another aspect of your personality does not mean you have to give up other aspects of it that give you pleasure as well.”

The Second part of the young beauty’s question was the harder for this complex man to answer……… why do you want to keep me here? Is it for my own sake, or my mothers?"


“Jane why do I want to keep you here?”

His eyes had never left Jane’s nor did they now.

“I want you to be free to be who you want to be and to be happy, a complete person who has chosen her own way in life.”

Boris paused again and his hand brushed hers.

“And yes Jane I would like to be a part of that life if you want me to be.”

 

[caela]

“Jane yes you face a choice for the most part you have already made it the day you broke your hand, and then again to day when you surrendered control to me. But to choose to learn more about your passionate nature, and the depth of your passions does not in its self mean your old life is forever gone.”

"Usually you would be right Boris, but my life does not fall into the realm of "usually" does it? If I were to appear back in London this very night, what do you think my father, or M for that matter would do? No, the fact is whether I wanted to admit it or not my choice was made and my fate sealed when I hung up the phone on my father. I think that realization crashed in on me in there and that's what caused me to panic."

Sipping her coffee she snuggled into the corner of the couch, her face thoughtful but open and receptive now. Her gaze focused, though still avoiding his.

She smiled at his mentioning her dancing. Gods how she used to love to practice. Ballet had been her favorite, her love of it something she considered to be a gift from her mother. Her father though had convinced her to stop when she'd gotten to high school at the age of 12. He thought her focus on it would hinder her schoolwork and as he'd said it he'd looked wistfully at a picture of her mother that she'd kept on her nightstand at the time.

" I didn't stop dancing because a scientist can't be a dancer, I stopped dancing because my father asked me too. He said it would interfere with my schoolwork. I was young and still romantic enough at the time to think that the real reason was that it reminded him of my mother. I suppose that's what he wanted me to think. " She sighed softly and pushed up off the couch, prowling the room quietly, none of that angry energy from when she broke her hand, just a need to move.

The burst of energy didn't last long and she soon dropped back onto the couch. Looking to him she waited for his answer to her question, her fingers lacing through his when the brush across her own.

"Boris, I think I do want you to be a part of my life, but only if you want that because of me. If you look at me though and see the ghost of my mother then it would be best if I left."

 

[cgraven]

"Boris, I think I do want you to be a part of my life, but only if you want that because of me. If you look at me though and see the ghost of my mother then it would be best if I left."

“Jane you are a very different woman than your mother was. Yes you have her grace of movement, but you have a spirit that is all your own.”

Boris took both of Jane’s hands in his and pressed a kiss to her palms.

“Jane when I look at you all I see is a beautiful young woman that I wish to be part of my life and she part of mine.”

With that Boris Ivanavich kissed the young beauty with all the passion he felt for her. Then a playful swath to her firm ripe little ass.

“Now Jane why not chose something to wear before you catch your death of cold.”

A devilish gleam in his eyes as his hand brushed the young woman cheek

“Though I do quite enjoy you being naked I must admit.”

There was no need to remind Jane that when she wished to explore her sensuality further all she had to do was to wear her silver pendent. He wondered idly weather Jane would chose a conservative outfit or one that was more daring, more scandalous that what she was use to.

 

[caela]

Jane smiles at his answer and leaned in to return his kiss, her body pressing closer to him on the couch. At the swat to ass she jumped in surprise and laughed softly.

“Now Jane why not chose something to wear before you catch your death of cold.”

She chuckled softly and turned her head slightly, nipping playfully at his hand as it brushed against her cheek. Leaving the couch she sidled over to the closet glad he kept clothes here because walking back to her own room naked would have been rather embarassing if she'd run into the gaurds. Thumbing through them she didn't go for scandalous or conservative, she pulled out a deep emerald green robe made of the softest silk she'd ever felt. She could tell from the cut that it was a man's robe but she didn't care as she slid her arms into it. The sleeves fell just past her fingertips and the hem brushed her knees while the soft material draped over her body. Belting it loosly the neck gaped ina deep V that dipped low down her stomach, the sides of the robe just barely covering her breasts.

Slipping back down on to the couch she curled close to Boris and rested her head lightly in his lap, her eyes soft as they stare up to him. "So what do we do now?"

She knew the exploration of her passions was left in her control but just now she wasn't in the shape for it. She needed time to assimilate everything just now and hoped he would understand that.

 

[cgraven]

Boris liked Jane’s selection, the rich dark green silk complemented her complexion., the way she wore it loosely belted accentuated her dancer’s figure giving a teasing peek at her naked perfection ever now and then, slipping back down on to the couch she curled close to Boris and rested her head lightly in his lap, her eyes soft as they stare up to him. What an odd couple they must have appeared, a stunning young beauty and the weathered old spy, and yet there was an easy familiarity between them that defied explanation.

"So what do we do now?"

Boris’s fingers stroked Jane’s deep chestnut hair as the light played with the auburn highlights.

“”What if I made you an omelet as you must be starved.”

 

[caela]

“”What if I made you an omelet as you must be starved.”

She laughed softly as her stomach rumbled before she could reply. Sitting up she kisses his cheek softly. "An omlette sounds wonderful!"

Settling onto the other end of the couch she watches him quietly, a small smile on her lips. "Oh ummm, I hope you don't mind but I am going to stay over here while you cook, I am dangerous in the kitchen." She gave a small chuckle at that, she was a certified genius but cooking was quite simply beyond her. The cupboards in her apartment in London had only the bare essentials which for her mostly meant cereal, milk and bread for toast.

As he cooked she'd grin to him when he looked up and randomly blow him kisses for being so good as to let her remain quite comfortably where she was.

 

[cgraven]

"Oh ummm, I hope you don't mind but I am going to stay over here while you cook, I am dangerous in the kitchen."

Boris smiled as Jane sat there curled up on the couch, her shy little laugh still caressing his ears, the lingering warmth of her kiss, which always left fire in its wake. He found it amazing that such an accomplished young woman could be the master of her lab yet a babe lost in the woods when it came to the culinary arts. The young beauty was content to sit as Boris worked his simple magic in the kitchen, stealing a loving glance from time to time and blowing him a kiss. When Boris saw Jane’s perfect Cupid bow lips pursed into an “O” as she blew him a kiss he almost dropped everything for they where so inviting.

“Jane Supper is ready”

As they ate the conversation was light and friendly, Boris let Jane talk about her concerns her fears and as he listened there was no doubt that he was listening not only with his mind but his heart as well.

“Jane I think some fresh fruit for desert so If you will clear the table I shall prepare it.”

 

[caela]

“Jane Supper is ready”

Jane smiled and finally uncurled from the couch. He movements as she crossed to the table were smooth and fluid with the grace of a dancer that she had never lost despite how long it had been since she'd practiced. She sank into her chair and offered Boris a bright smile as she leaned over her plate and inhaled the aroma of freshly cooked food. " Mmmmm it smells wonderful Boris!"

Her stomach runbled once she spoke as if seconding her words and but she ate slowly, savoring the food. She'd eaten better here then she ever had at home and she relished every meal that she didn't have to cook. She dreaded the thought of having to eat her own cooking again.

She kept the conversation light and easy, she knew she could pour out her worries and fears to him but for now she wanted to mull things over in her own brain. Soon enough she would tell him the things that ate at her mind but for now she just enjoyed his company and the food he so willingly fed her.

Finally clearing her plate she patted her stomach lightly. "I swear Boris you are trying to make me fat. If there wasn't a gym in place I'd get huge earing your cooking." With a wink to him she happily rose and cleared the table as asked. A soft song hummed in her throat as she cleaned the dishes and put them away, it was a lullaby whose words she couldn't remember, only the tune that her mother used to sing.

Pressing a kiss to Boris cheek she hopped up onto the counter like a child and grinned impishly at him as if daring him to tell her to get down while she watched him ready dessert.

 

[cgraven]

Though Jane kept the conversation light and easy Boris could see the worries that played at the corner of her eyes. He knew now was not the time to press her but just to let her relax gain some sense of normalcy in a young life turned upside down.

"I swear Boris you are trying to make me fat. If there wasn't a gym in place I'd get huge eating your cooking."

With a wink to him she happily rose and cleared the table as asked. A soft song hummed in her throat as she cleaned the dishes and put them away, it was a lullaby an old Russian lullaby Boris knew only to well. Jane lips brushed Boris’s cheek as she hoped up on the counter that impish smile on her face. For his part Boris busied himself cutting fresh fruit into bite size pieces. And then whipped up so fresh cream the rasp of a whisk scrapping the sides of the mixing blow. When all was ready a devilish grin played across his lips.

“Now too serve desert Jane.”

His fingers went to the sash at her waist; a gentle tug and her dark green silk robe feel open. He slipped it from her shoulders and eased Jane back to recline on the counter then Boris began to decorate her body with fresh fruit. A dollop of whipped cream caresses warm supple flesh each firm breast and raspberries to cap her nipples. Each of Jane’s long athletic legs Boris decorated by laying a trail of fresh whipped cream topped with slices of strawberries. The Final touch was a heart of whipped cream, and cherries for her bare pussy.

“Jane you look good enough to eat.”

Boris lips plucked a slice of strawberry from Jane’s leg, a long sensual lick of cream. Boris nibbled, licked and teased his way up her long sculptured legs, a devilish lick to sample Jane’s sweet nectar before he plucked a raspberry from the girl’s naval, his mouth both tender and sensual at the same time Boris then turned his attention to her breasts, his tongue swirling around each succulent peak to puck the cream and raspberries from her taunt nipples. He save the Whipped cream and cherries heart for last and he feasted on it and Jane’s sweet nectar.

“Jane now it is your turn for desert.”

 

[caela]

Jane watched him quietly as he undid her sash and slid her robe from her shoulders. She could feel the tension that crackled in the air between them and felt a now familiar warmth knotting in her stomach as he stretched her out on the counter.

With the first dollop of cream on her breasts she gave a small sound, half laugh, half gasp and shivered where she lay. It took all of her control not to squirm and writhe on the countertop while he decorated her body in the sweet fruit and cream. When his head bent over her to begin licking and sucking her body clean of his creation she couldn't help the soft moan that filled her throat.

Looking down at him her hips thrust upward to his mouth when he finally reached the heart decorating her mound. Her hand reached down to twine in his hair and hold him tightly against her while her body shivered and bucked in pleasure. God's but he knew how to send her flying!

“Jane now it is your turn for desert.”

She looked up at him with a small smile curving her lips and her body stretched like a well sated cat. Slowly her eyes traveled up and down his form and a low purring filled her throat, she didn't want the fruit for dessert, she wanted him. Sliding off the counter to stand before his her fingers trailed boldly up and down the tops of his thighs, deliberatly keeping her fingers from brushing against the line of his cock.

"I think I want something other then fruit for dessert Boris."

 

[cgraven]

Jane’s small half laugh, the small wanton moan as Boris’s lips suckled her firm supple body. Boris knew what her body craved and he gave it willingly to the young beauty. She had denied herself the natural passions of youth, had always been the good little girl doing what other had expect of her, given up even the simple passions of her dance for duty. Yet now that those fires of passion had been enkindled it seemed Jane’s body wanted to savor all the pleasure she ha denied herself Jane’s youthful passions refused to be denied, and Boris knew that there where darker passions smoldering just below the surface.

As he hungrily feasted on Jane’s bare pussy, he brought the girl yet another taste of her passion even as her hips arched wantonly to the attention and pleasures that his mouth brought the shy beauty. Her hand reached down to twine in his hair and hold him tightly against her while her body shivered and bucked in pleasure. God's but he knew how to send her flying! Sliding off the counter to stand before his her fingers trailed boldly up and down the tops of his thighs, deliberately keeping her fingers from brushing against the line of his cock.

"I think I want something other then fruit for dessert Boris."

“And what would that be Jane.”

Boris’s voice was light and teasing and devilish smile gleaming in his eyes. He had always taken the lead, guiding Jane as she discovered her wilder, more passionate nature but now it was time for the young beauty to ask for what she wanted, to give voice to her needs, if she was ever to become truly free of her past and become just Jane.

 

[caela]

“And what would that be Jane.”

She smiled at the teasing tone of his voice but knew the question meant she would actually have to say what she wanted if she was to recieve it. He wasn't going to simply take her not so subtle hinting. She struggled to find the words she needed and her cheeks flamed a bright shade of red as she finally murmured just loudly enough for him to hear, "I want you Boris, I want to taste you, and I want to feel you inside of me again."

At a loss as to what else to say her eyes lifted to his pleading with him to not make her say more as she sank to her knees before him and began to press a line of small kisses along the top of his right thigh. Reaching up her nails raked gently down over the small of his back and the curve of his buttocks while her head tipped to trail kisses along his left thigh.

 

[cgraven]

Jane blushed furiously then took another small step, perhaps the
hardest so far for the young beauty.

I want you Boris, I want to taste you, and I want to feel you inside of me again."

Her voice was a pleading little whisper; her stormy gray-blue eyes looked up into Boris’s pleading that he not make her say more. Slowly the young girl sank to her knees; her little kisses bathed Boris’s thighs as her dark lustrous chestnut hair caressed his cock. Her nails raked down across his back and buttock drawing him closer to her full ripe lips. Boris smiled down at the girl kneeling before him.

“Jane then you may have what you have asked for my dear Kitten.”

His fingers ran through her rich silken tresses.

“Kitten you may lick my balls, thrill me with your lips and mouth but do not let me cum in your mouth, for I wish to take your sweet pussy as much as you want me in you Kitten.”

Slowly Boris’s deep voice instructed Jane in how to truly please him with her mouth, she had made love to Boris with her mouth before, had learned how to take him deep within her throat, but this time he encouraged the young beauty to abandon all her ideas of what was proper and to love him as she had never done before. As each layer of Jane’s shyness was stripped away, as each new little act of love became bolder more lewd, Boris praised her, he told the girl of her beauty and how she pleased him. He sighed with deep pleasure as her lips “O”ed around him and her head bobbed up and down on him. Boris knew that when he took Jane this time she would be a wild cat.

“ Jane stand my dear for I will take you know.”

He guide her to her feet his hands on her hips, as he backed her up to the wall then he lifted Jane and as her dancer’s legs parted he settled her on to his cock her weight bearing her down to be fully impaled in one smooth motion as his lips claimed her nipple and he gently bite down

 

[caela]

“Jane then you may have what you have asked for my dear Kitten.”

Jane smiled up at him when he called her Kitten, no one had ever called her anything but Jane and she decided she liked the pet name. Letting his voice sink in around her she listened as he gave instructions and slowly gained and intimate knowledge of his cock and balls. Her tongue was everywhere and her lips pressed trails of kisses over every inch of flesh before finally taking him between them.

Once she captured his length within her mouth her eyes drifted closed and she savored the taste and texture of his flesh. She was amazed at how warm and hard it was on her tongue. The salty taste of flesh mingling with his own emanation thrilled her and made her grip the back of his thighs to hold him in place. If his voice hadn't reached through the lustful haze in her mind she'd have gladly continued to work him until she heard him moan his release.

“ Jane stand my dear for I will take you know.”

With a soft whimper she reluctantly complied. Catching his eyes she slowly licked her lips with just the tip of her tongue and promised herself that next time she'd finish. Before she had time to think much else however she was lifted and impaled on his length, the wall at her back giving her support as a sharp cry splits the air to the bite that sinks to her nipple.

Reaching upward her fingers slide into his hair and with a low growl she pulls his head up so she can nip at his lower lip before crushing her lips to his. Trusting him to hold her up she tightens her legs around his hips and begins to grind her own in small circles, using the wall for leverage.

 

[cgraven]

There was a look of lost and disappointment in Jane’s eyes when her drew her to her feet yet they sparkled when he called her kitten and he could almost here the young beauty purr. The impish look in Jane’s eyes as her the slid over her lips held a promise that was not lost on Boris. The sharp cry splits the air to the bite that sinks to her nipple.
Reaching upward her fingers slide into his hair and with a low growl she pulls his head up so she can nip at his lower lip before crushing her lips to his.

Jane was a little wildcat her mouth crushed to his as she tightened her legs around Boris’s hips, grinding her own in small circles, using the wall for leverage, as her bare pussy hungered for his cock. Boris’s nails bite into the firm flesh of Jane’s ass. His teeth nibbled at her earlobe, nipped at her neck, raked across her pert nipples , only to return to the sweetness of her mouth. The little wildcat had to hang on to Boris for all she was worth as he drove into her, taking, the young beauty as he had never taken her before. The passion was wild Jane’s silken tresses mated, clung to her cheek, her back raw from where it slide on the wall. Each of Boris’s thrust accompanied by a grunt as he rose on the balls of his feet to penetrate her to the fullest, her own weight bearing her down on to him with each thrust till their breathing was ragged gasps. When they finally climaxed together they slowly sank to the floor locked in a Lover’s embrace. Boris bathed Jane with hot passionate kisses.

“Kitten …….I…Think… you are a …..very wild Kitten”

He gasped as his lips fond hers again.

 

[caela]

“Kitten …….I…Think… you are a …..very wild Kitten”

Jane laughed softly and was around to reply when his lips found hers again. Leaning in to meet his kiss she returned it with all the fierceness of her newly freed passions. It made her head spin to realize just how much this man could make her body feel, the pleasures he could show her...and to know they'd just touched the tip of the iceberg.

When she finally broke the kiss she curled in against him with a warm smile, though a touch of sadness reached her eyes as well and she hoped he wouldn't see it. Her past still haunted her and she knew that they couldn't remain...well wherever they were...forever. Eventually her father and M would hunt them down. Shaking her head gently she pushed the thought aside and simply curled in against Bori's chest, much like the kitten he'd called her.

With her head now resting just over his heart she caught a glimpse of her robe just across the floor and laughed softly, "I'm glad I chose something that was easy to get me out of."

 

[cgraven]

When she finally broke the kiss she curled in against him with a warm smile, though a touch of sadness reached her eyes as well. Jane laughed softly as she cuddled close to Boris.

"I'm glad I chose something that was easy to get me out of."

“I am glad you did too Kitten.”

Though she tried to hide it Boris saw the touch of sadness in her eyes as her head rested on his chest. Jane had made the break with her father and MI6 but he knew that neither would let Jane go. “M” because she was a genius in the lab and now that she had been in the field with her youth and beauty she would be of even more value to MI6. It mattered little to “M” that she would have to use her body as a trap. As for her father James Bond would need her to bolster his fading career and after all sex and the use of attractive young women had always been his specialty, so what if Jane was his daughter, he could use her virtue to gain access to information that would once again bring him success.

Boris knew that Jane was haunted by her past, and the lack of identity other than the Protégé of MI6 and as Ms Bond. The young beauty had just tasted a seductive glimpse of what it might be to be just Jane. He also knew that no matter how secure their present location was that James and “M” would soon be drawing nearer. A few more days and he would have to leave for another hide away, but would Jane come or would she return to her old life?

The days passed and Boris would make love to Jane, she would pose for him and each statuette reviled a different aspect of her. The lost little girl was gone a sensual young woman part kitten part wildcat was now emerging.

“Jane my kitten I fear I’ll have to move soon before your father and “M” come calling.”

Boris hesitated he had always been honest with Jane and so he was now.

“I want you to come with me, but this is also an opportunity for you to return to London.”

Boris knew by offering Jane a choice that he might lose her yet if he was to have his young lover then she must make the choice as to where they would go from here. He had opened the door to the young beauty but she must step through it with her eyes open and regretting nothing. All Boris could do now was wait.