Like James Bond.
James Bond right, but a woman. And she’s on a mission.
A mission for what?
I dunno just a mission. Doesn’t matter for what.
‘Course it matters. What’s her motivation?
Motivation? Well she’s gonna have sex. It’s a dirty story, so she’s gonna have real kinky, naughty sex.
Yeah but she’s gotta be believable. Y’know. What’s this mission she’s on?
Her mission is she has to break into this guy’s house. Not really a house actually, more like a mansion. Real rich guy. Lives in a mansion. Bodyguards and Dobermen all over the place.
So what’s she going to do when she gets there?
Like I said. Have sex with him. Real hot, raunchy, raw...
I get the picture but she has to have a reason for being there.
OK, OK, well he’s got something she wants. A diamond maybe. Big fuck-off diamond she’s been sent to get back. No wait, secret plans. Secret plans is better. There’s some secret plans out there for a new kind of bugging system. Whoever gets hold of it is going to be able to bug their enemies by, I dunno, tapping into their electrical equipment. This guy invented it, and there’s only one copy on a computer disk. She’s been sent by the secret service to get hold of it before he gives it to the enemy.
So this guy’s a geek?
Huh? Well I guess, but y’know a real sexy kind of geek.
Oh that kind...
Shut up. He’s well horny. All toned muscles and dark flashing eyes. And real arrogant.
Oh right, ‘the most arrogant man she’d ever met’, cliché much?
Shut up, this isn’t fucking Mills and Boon. This is erotic fiction.
I know, I know. Dirty, hot, sexy, steamy...
So you want this story or not?
Go on then.
Don’t sound so enthusiastic.
No really, tell me.
If you’re sure...
Honestly, I’m sure.
OK, OK, so there’s this spy right?
Jude reached above her head to grab the lowest branch of the tree. She paused for a moment. This was it. No going back now. She took a deep breath. The only sound she could hear in the still night air was her own heart beating slow, calm, rhythmic. She was utterly composed. Everything was as it should be.
She grasped the tree’s limb with both hands and in one fluid movement swung her legs up between her arms and over the branch so she was sitting astride it. Without a pause, she stood and took hold of the next branch. Soon she was fifteen feet above the ground, level with the top of the high wall that surrounded the mansion.
She stood upright, but flush with the trunk of the tree so all that anyone would see was a shadow, blending in with all the others. She was entirely dressed in black: tight trousers, boots, jacket, sweater and to top it off a black cotton balaclava so that the pale skin of her face couldn’t give her away. She put her hand in the pocket of her jacket and took out her equally black gun, holding it steady in her hand, as she stepped onto the top of the wall and catlike dropped down into the grounds on the other side. She landed in a perfect roll, springing up into a crouch, her gun held out in front of her. As planned, she was behind some shrubs, out of sight of the team of guards who kept the grounds under constant surveillance. She listened for a minute, but all was still quiet.
Carefully, she peered between the leaves of the foliage and planned her route to the house and the window that would allow her the easiest access. She knew that the garden was criss-crossed with a sophisticated infra-red warning system, but she had studied it carefully on the computer this morning and had it memorised. She checked her watch: nine thirty, time for the guards to change shift. This was her moment. She ducked out of the bushes in a crouching run, quickly covering half the distance to the house. At one point, she dropped to the floor and rolled under a line of invisible light. Nearer the house, she jumped over another one, and then wriggled the last few feet on her stomach. The winter grass was frosty, but she didn’t notice, her senses were all focused on monitoring the surroundings for any sign that she had been detected.
She stood up warily and flattened herself against the wall of the house, then put her gun back into its shoulder holster, feeling in her pocket for the glass-cutter. She placed the suction cup against the window and traced around it carefully, then removed the circle of glass and reached her hand inside to unlock the latch. This basement window was a weak spot because it was small, but the dimensions were just wide enough to accommodate Jude’s narrow hips.
She dropped softly to the floor inside and instantly called up a three-dimensional mental map of the house. She needed to get to the master bedroom. From what she knew of Tony Slater’s psychological profile there was no way he’d let the disk be anywhere other than right next to him. He’d take the risk because for him this house felt like one big safe. Not so safe tonight Tony, she smiled beneath her balaclava.
The chimney flue was her means of access to the second floor. She quickly found the basement fireplace and bent to enter it. Old houses were great for this kind of work. She braced her back against one wall and her feet and hands against the other, and slowly began her ascent. She repeatedly placed her feet, then straightened her legs so that her back inched a little further up, using her hands to keep her body steady. Her lips were set in a straight line of concentration, her brain completely focused on the task: the tightening and slackening of muscles trained for exactly this kind of strain. Finally, she reached her destination and pushed up the grate that barred her exit. She held it above her head as she shuffled further up and set it soundlessly down on the floor beside the fireplace.
The room Jude entered was dark, but the moonlight streaming through the windows illuminated furniture covered in dust sheets. Excellent. Just where she’d planned to end up.
She moved to the corner of the room, the rubber soles of her boots silent on the wooden floor. Once there she listened vigilantly, her ear pressed to the door. No sound. She opened the door a crack, allowing the yellow electric light from the landing outside to penetrate the room. She glanced both ways. There didn’t seem to be anyone around. She could hear muffled voices from below but nothing nearby. The next move required a risk that couldn’t be calculated. She had to get from this doorway to the one at the other end of the landing and on the opposite side. She’d just have to make a break for it and hope nobody came out of any of the other rooms at the wrong moment.
Jude closed her eyes briefly, letting her breathing and heart slow to a steady pace again. Then she darted out of the room and along the corridor. When she reached her target, she twisted the door handle, prepared to have another breathless moment or two picking the lock. But happily it was open. She slipped into the dark room within, pressing the door quietly shut behind her. She hunkered down to assess the layout. This was going perfectly.
Suddenly a noise disturbed her. She shot a glance over to the side of the room where a door was illuminated by a thin line of white light all around it. The sound was running water. Somebody was in the en-suite bathroom.
Jude’s heart picked up speed a notch that would’ve been indiscernible to anybody except her. Keep cool. She mentally cursed the informant who’d outlined Tony’s routine to her earlier that day. Things had obviously changed since he’d been a bodyguard here two months ago. Tony was meant to meet with his research team via video-link at ten thirty each night.
OK. No problem. He’d obviously just started his shower. She’d heard the initial rush of water. Yes, definitely. Through the door she could hear the muffled first off-key lyrics of a song. Soft Cell if she wasn’t mistaken. He’d be in there for a while.
Jude checked the room for likely hiding places for the disk. She went to the bedside cabinet first, testing the drawer for a false back. Then she squatted to run her finger along the skirting board for a catch. Nothing. She was standing next to the wardrobe, rifling through the pockets of the jackets and trousers hanging there when there was a sudden knock on the door of the room. The singing/water combo from the bathroom immediately ceased.
Adrenaline instantly kicked in and Jude shut the wardrobe, hit the floor and rolled under the bed just as the bathroom door opened. The overhead lamp clicked on, bathing the room in light. From her position below the bed she watched as two naked feet made their way quickly over to the main door, leaving damp imprints in the light grey carpet. She silently withdrew her gun just in case. Her breath came quick and hot against the cotton of the balaclava.
The door was opened. A pair of large boots confronted the bare feet.
"You lost him? " Bare feet sounded incredulous.
Jude tensed all her muscles ready. Don’t come in. Don’t come in.
Now get back in the shower like a good boy, Jude willed. But Tony wasn’t playing ball any more. She watched his feet walk over to the wardrobe. He stood there for a few moments, drying himself from the sound of it. Sure enough a navy towel fell to the floor. Her mind clicked over the options. He could be heading to bed, in which case she’d only have to wait until he was asleep. But no, now he was stepping into a pair of dark blue jeans. He couldn’t be planning to go out because he’d just locked the door.
Once the jeans were on, still with bare feet, Tony walked over to a chair at the side of the room next to the bathroom door, opposite the end of the bed, so Jude could see slightly more of his legs from her vantage point.
Jude swore hard under her breath, but there was nothing she could do. She stuffed her gun into her jacket pocket and as gracefully as she could she wriggled out from under the bed with her empty hands in view. Then she stood up, keeping her arms stretched above her head.
Tony sat in the chair facing her, his gun pointed at her chest. He was smiling lazily, but his dark eyes were sharp enough. He was wearing a maroon shirt over his jeans. His dark hair was still brushed back, wet from the shower.
Carefully, she reached one hand down, pulled off the balaclava and dropped it on the floor, shaking out her chin length brown curls.
Tony sucked his breath through his teeth appreciatively. "Bit cute for one too. " He grinned. "Now I’m very glad I didn’t just hand you over to the guards. "
"So why don’t you tell me why you’re here? Who sent you? " Tony asked conversationally.
He sighed and sank back in the chair. "I don’t really think you’re in a position to refuse, " he wiggled the gun again. Fucking amateur, Jude thought. She remained silent.
He came over to Jude and briskly patted down her sides, removing the gun from her pocket. It was a lot larger than his. "Impressive, " he commented. "Not going to do you much good now though. " Holding his gun against her belly, he crouched and frisked her legs down the outside and up the inside, lingering rather too long when he reached the top. Then he stood up so his face was inches away from her own. He looked down into her eyes, still holding the muzzle of the gun against her. "You are going to tell me. " He spoke like a parent trying to explain something in simple terms for a child to understand.
Tony took a few steps backwards, keeping his gun trained on her. "Take your jacket off and throw it over here. " She did as he said. He appraised the curve of her chest underneath the tight sweater and seemed to consider something. Slowly he said "and your jumper. "
She shrugged the sweater over her head revealing a functional black sports bra. She folded her arms in front of herself and regarded him quizzically.
Jude did as she was told, perching on the edge, with her feet on the floor. Meanwhile, Tony backed over to the wardrobe, keeping his gun trained on her. He opened the door and grabbed a couple of the ties that was hanging on the rail there. Then he came over to her. He twisted one arm behind her back and then grabbed the other one, securing the wrists together with the tie, tightening the knot so that it almost cut off the circulation to her hands. Then, keeping the gun against her bare chest, he bent down and fastened her ankles together in a similar manner.
He stood in front of Jude and touched her face softly, letting his fingers stroke down her cheek and neck then under the curve of her breast. Jude stared ahead refusing to respond in any way to the contact. He gazed at her hungrily from under half-lowered lashes. Gently, he cupped her breast and ran his thumb over the nipple so it stood up even more stiff under his touch. Jude blinked, trying to keep her mind off the sensation. Then suddenly she felt an intense pain. Tony was pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She clenched her teeth and tried not to show any outward signs, but her nerve-endings screamed in protest.
Tony lowered his face to hers, also displaying no reaction as he squeezed the nipple even harder. "This is just the start, " he said. "You could save yourself a lot of pain if you just told me what I want to know. "
Tony let go of her breast, causing another jagged fork of pain to shoot through her as the pressure was released. He grabbed her chin and tilted her face to meet his. His lips crashed against hers in a rough, bruising kiss and she felt his tongue push into her mouth. She couldn’t stop herself from grunting at the invasion. She could bite him, but then he could easily grab the gun up again. She tried to turn her face away, but he held it firm. She tried to wriggle away from him, but he put his other arm around her and clasped her close. He tasted of toothpaste and she could smell the remains of shaving foam on his skin, which was still bristly with stubble.
Finally, he released her and stepped back, panting. Her breaths came heavy and ragged too and she glared at him.
Tony was pleased. He was enjoying this way too much for her to cave now. He walked back to the wardrobe, bent down and pulled a small sports bag from the back of the cupboard. He brought it in front of her and unzipped it. The bag fell open revealing several objects, in black leather. Jude identified them as sex toys, definitely of the more kinky variety.
Tony looked a little uneasy at what he’d revealed about himself, but he was obviously excited at the prospect of what he was about to do. He withdrew a sturdy black crop from the bag and brushed its tip against Jude’s cheek, almost tenderly. "I’m sorry about this, " he whispered, "but I do need to find out why you’re here. " He raised the crop. At that moment, Jude pulled her hands from behind her back, grabbed the crop and pulled hard. Tony overbalanced onto the bed, while Jude nimbly rolled out of his way, grabbing the gun from the bedside table. He turned towards her, but too late. She had the gun trained on him.
Jude bent down and removed the tie from her ankles, keeping the gun on Tony. She then circled the bed to stand at the end at his feet. He sat up cautiously. She gestured with the gun for him to remain still and regarded him, an amused smile on her face.
Shame and anger vied for control over his expression. Jude thought she’d like to add a little fear into the mix. "Top tip sugar, " she said. "Never tie people up with anything made of cloth, far too easy to cut through. " She revealed the small knife that she’d held palmed in her hand ever since she’d got out from under the bed. Then she picked up her jacket and dug her hand into an inside pocket, taking out the metal items that she found there. "Now handcuffs, " she said smoothly, "they’re an entirely different story. " She twisted them in her hand so they jangled and caught the light. The gun in her other hand remained pointed at his head.
She snorted. "What do you think this is? I’m not playing your little sex game here. I’m a professional. You are going to undress and then you are going to tell me the location of the computer disk with the bug plans on. Or I’m going to take you to a level of pain that you’ve never even dreamt of. "
"I’m waiting, " she said.
She smiled at what he revealed. "How interesting, " she said. "Now I wouldn’t have thought a dominant guy such as yourself would be semi-erect at the prospect of a woman tying him up and beating him, but I see that you are. "
He sighed and shook his head.
She jumped off the bed, and grabbed up the bag, tipping the contents out onto the floor: a couple of crops, a flogger, some leather cuffs and some lube. Nothing compared to her own collection at home. Yep, he was definitely an amateur. She grabbed up the crop that he’d been planning to use on her and poked him in the chest with the end of it. "Front or back? " she asked in a silky voice.
Reluctantly he rolled over, with some difficulty because of the way his hands were joined behind his back. "Come now, no pouting, " she said. "It’ll only make it worse. "
"And now, let me see, maybe if you were kneeling up, bent over instead of lying down. "
She whisked the crop through the air a couple of times, bringing it up short each time so that his buttocks clenched in expectation and nothing happened. She could tell that he was now extremely excited. Finally, she raised the crop high. She could see that he was trying to make out what she was doing, his face turned to one side. His dark wet hair hung in his eyes and he tried to blow it out of the way. She brought the crop down hard, and he cried out in pain. She grinned. "Oh does it hurt baby? It’s nothing you weren’t ready to do to me. "
He didn’t know how to answer. Poor baby. His erection told her that he could receive quite a bit more, but she wanted some communication. "Tony I asked you a question. "
She brought the crop down again a little softer, and this time he moaned in pleasure rather than protest, and fairly quickly said "three?’
She raised the crop high again, considering the force of the next blow. But suddenly they were both shocked out of the situation by a knock at the door. Tony glanced round at Jude in panic. A male voice came through the door. "Sir, are you OK? I thought I heard... noises. "
Tony coughed and kept his eyes fixed on her. "I’m fine, " he said, his voice cracking halfway through the second word. He must have realised it didn’t sound very convincing. "I’m watching a movie, " he continued. "Did you find the intruder yet? "
They listened to the footsteps retreating. Tony regarded Jude with big, dark eyes, pupils dilated. "Four? " he asked plaintively.
She stroked her hand down his back and over his buttocks, causing him to moan again. Then she gently rolled him over.
They lay there for a few minutes. She stroked her fingers across his chest, knowing the importance of some tenderness after a scene as intense as that. He smiled at her cautiously and she grinned and got up.
He seemed to regain his composure a little and raised his eyebrows flirtatiously. "You still didn’t get the plans. "
He sat up hopefully, eyes like a puppy dog.
She went to the window and opened it. The escape route was clear. She turned back into the room briefly. "See you around, " she smiled. And then she disappeared out of the window and out of his sight. He flopped back against the pillow and sighed.