Onatopp's Goldeneye - Part 7 - The sauna
I stood in the grand hotel's steam-filled spa area, my heart pounding with anticipation. The trap was set, and the target was about to walk right into it. I knew Bond must be aware of my reputation by now but he had yet to see me for the true wonder I am.
Oh, how I longed to overpower him, to make him experience the pleasure and pain that only I could provide.
As the steam swirled around, I spotted him, exiting the pool, his eyes seeking me out but I remained hidden.
I was a vision of beauty, with my black hair tied in a loose bun, dark eye shadow accentuating my captivating gaze. Wearing nothing but a white hotel bathrobe, I knew my irresistible allure would draw him in like a moth to a flame.
Bond approached. I was ready to pounce when he turned, quick as a flash, and seized my wrist.
Effortlessly, he flung me into the next room and I fell to the floor. This was going to be fun.
Playfully, I flicked my hair as I lifted my head to face him, but he had his gun raised. Where had he hidden that gun?? No matter. gun or no gun, I knew I could disarm him with just a smile.
"You don't need the gun, commander," I purred, looking up at him from the floor. He hesitated, taken aback by my seductive charm.
"That depends on your definition of safe sex," he replied, his voice laced with intrigue.
I was surprised that he seemed so inclined to play. I couldn't wait to show him my idea of lovemaking.
Drawing close to him, I gripped his hair tightly in my hands.
"That's close enough," he warned, but I could see the desire in his eyes.
"Not for what I have in mind," I whispered before pulling him into a fierce, passionate kiss. I gripped his lip with my teeth and pulled. He winced and my heart pounded. The taste of his blood on my lips only fueled my sadistic pleasure.
I stumbled backward, giggling, and felt a rush of excitement as I smacked into the wall. The pain, the thrill, made my body quiver with delight and I made sure to let him see how much I enjoyed it. Bond, bewildered yet clearly aroused, touched his bleeding lip.
Confusion clouded his expression, but I had no time to dwell on it - I was eager to reveal my true nature to him.
He turned his back, thinking he could walk away from danger, but I couldn't resist the opportunity. I lunged at him, kicking him to the ground, straddling him. But Bond was not one to submit easily.
He rolled me into my back, our bodies pressed together. God, I wanted him to hit me.
"Think you can hurt me?" I urged him, craving his touch, his pain.
Bond, captivated by my beauty yet disturbed by my sadistic desires, released me and attempted to walk away again. But my lust for pain refused to let him escape.
I tackled him again, pushing him onto a nearby massage table. Straddling him once more, I wrapped my powerful legs around him, squeezing with all my might, arching my back to intensify the pressure.
I wanted him to see me, to witness my pleasure and understand that he should be honoured to satisfy my hunger.
For him, the pain was excruciating, every breath a struggle for Bond as I squealed with delight, experiencing ecstasy. But his strength amazed me as he picked me up, my legs still tightly wrapped around him, and slammed me into a wall.
The impact knocked the air from my lungs, but the pain only heightened my sensual pleasure. It was bliss.
"Think you can break me?" I laughed, smothering him with another kiss, squeezing even tighter. Bond reveled in the kiss, but as he felt his ribs pop, he knew he had to break free.
With every ounce of his remaining strength, he carried me across the room, slamming me against another wall. But the impact only fueled my desires further, each brutal encounter bringing me closer to euphoria.
He tried again and again, desperation creeping into his movements, but each time, I screamed with insane pleasure, reaching new heights of ecstatic delight as his body strained to resist me.
Then, in the corner of my eye, I spotted a figure moving toward us, armed with a weapon. And there, a set of hot coals glowed nearby.
Bond's quick thinking saved him as he positioned my bottom onto the searing coals, causing me to writhe in pain and pleasure, while swiftly incapacitating the intruder.
I was enjoying my time on the coals but then his hand gripped me again and he flung me up over his head this time. I barely had time to react as my body hit the ground with a crunch.
I knew I had to recover quickly if I was to reclaim my power over him but it was too late. Bond had his gun pointed at me, his voice calm and composed.
"No more foreplay. Take me to Janus," he commanded.
Defeated, I screamed with insane rage, my plans shattered and my pleasure denied. None had ever beaten me, yet alone refused my advances. I would have my revenge.
