summary: August Walker is at a political conference when he runs into the dark haired temptress who slipped him so many nights ago but she isnt who she said she was.
@livesinfantasyland i made her just for you 😘
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Trigger warning: public sex, alcohol, a small act of violence. Ire that is going to be directed at me from the real Ann, highly likely
Walking into this political event was the last thing I wanted to do this evening, Sloane was here. We were here for diplomatic reasons but more or less saving face and kissing ass thanks to Ethan Hunt and the colossal failure they had in Berlin. This is doing damage control.
Walking down the ballroom stairs looking at all the agencies from across the world, high political figures and their families. Some of these people had alliances based on marriages or treaties. Marrying off their children to keep themselves in power was an insane idea. Sloane pointed out the Prime ministers of England, we made our way over to him. He was a man in his mid 40s, he was of average height, dark hair and dark eyes. His wife was off to the side of him as we introduced ourselves. Erica spoke first “ Hello Prime Minister, I'm Erica Sloane the Director of the CIA and this is August Walker, one of my highly trained agents that is highly recommended. He reached out and shook her hand then mine.
He had a firm handshake, Sloane and the minister began to discuss a possible relationship between us and MI6. surveying the room when the prime minister spoke up “ Ahh there she is, my pride and joy, besides my darling wife,” who he placed a quick kiss on her cheek as she approached his side “ Director Sloane, Agent Walker, i’d like you to meet my only daughter” his hand gestured behind us and we turned to face her. I came face to face with the dark haired temptress that was in my bed only a few nights ago, her long dark hair was cascading down her right shoulder with a slight curl to it. Her dress was a gorgeous shade of cabernet, it was an A line v neck spaghetti strapped dress.
It had beading down the v showing her ample cleavage, with a lace flower detail that covered the bodice and trailed off on her tulle skirt with a sweeping train. Taking a glass of champagne that was offered. Smiling as I took in the details of the dress, I guess being the grandson of a seamstress was a useful thing after all. Her green eyes sparkled from her rose gold smokey eye she had, her lips were bare except for a simple gloss that helped her eyes pop. she reached Sloane first and introduced herself “ Hello i am Anneliese but i prefer to be called Ann” Sloane shook her hand “ It is very nice to meet you, let me introduce you to Special Agent August Walker” she turned to face me and her cheeks tinged pink as she extended her hand to me, grasping her hand in a gentle but firm grip and brought her knuckles to my lips and placed a kiss on them. Her green eyes dilated and sparkled “ it's a pleasure to meet you” I winked at her, her cheeks beat red at this point. Her mother eyed her with suspicion. “ If you would excuse me for just a moment, I believe I see an old friend across the room” I didn't really but I needed to create distance between Ann and I. Departing without another word I made my way to the bar and ordered a double shot of whiskey and walked away. Walking down an endless hall that led to the balcony and the bathrooms, the sound of heels clicking softly on the tiled floor gave Ann away.
Smirking to myself as I sipped my whiskey and ducted into the alcove of a door. Waiting for her like a predator waiting to catch his prey as she passed my hiding spot, i wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her into my space and pinning her figure to the side of the alcove clamping a hand over her mouth, as voice drifted down the hall, even in the dark i could feel those eyes on me shooting daggers at me as the women walked by us. Testing the door, to find it unlocked, I pushed us into the room and shut the door behind us, flipping on the lights to reveal the room as a small sitting room. I looked at Ann and she was pissed. She came over to me and slapped me across the face.
“How dare you think you can follow me..” grabbing her face between both my hands i pull her to me and kiss her desperately. She tries to fight me but only for a moment before she gives in and fights me in a different way, she bites down onto my bottom lip and tugs, sucking it into her bottom mouth before releasing it before attacking me again. Dragging my mouth from hers I lean my forehead on hers `` I did not follow you and I don't know anything about you, except how good you ride my cock and scream my name as you come undone, it's a beautiful thing to watch." The blush started in her cheeks and traveled down her neck as she shoved me away. She was pressed against the wall breathing hard “You cannot ever do that again” she hissed at me. Smiling wickedly, i picked up some of her tulle skirt and smirked “I mean it August, we cannot have sex again, i have a fiance in arranged marriage but i just can't it was a one time thing i don't even want to have sex with you again” she babbles on as i bunch up her skirt, pulling it up to reveal her gorgeous set of matching lingerie in that stunning cabernet color. Slipping a finger beneath her panties, slipping a finger between her swollen folds, to her core that was practically weeping with want and need “Tsk tsk tsk, oh little mouse, i think that you are a liar” removing my finger from her panties show her that it was covered in her own juices, she stopped rambling and blushed so hard.
Bringing my finger to my mouth, i sucked it clean as she watched “Fuckkk, you taste like I remember, fucking nirvana.” dropping to my knees, I instruct her to hold her skirts for me as I drag her panties down her legs, “ August” she whines pitifully. Tucking her panties into my pocket I grab her left leg and drape it over my shoulder. “ You better be a quiet little mouse so that no one hears you” she glared at me while I flicked my tongue out to taste that sweet little nub. She grabbed a handful of hair trying to get me to stop but like hell if that was going to work.
Nipping at her thighs and labia, she lets out these little squeaks. I pulled back and locked eyes with her, her eyes begging for more “What do you want Walker” nipping at her thigh again and pushing two fingers into her weeping cunt, i began to pump them in and out of her as i spoke “ I want you to beg me Ann, to eat you, to devour you, soul and all. Letting you walk out of this room like you just didnt get fucked by the most dangerous man in the room” picking up on my pace, i added pressure to her clit with my thumb rubbing it in tight circles, he head falling back against the wall, her wanton moans echo in this empty room. “August” she begs me “ Please, please, devour me”
“Dont mind if i do” removing my thumb from her swollen numb, i suck it up harshly into my mouth while continuing to fuck her with my fingers. Her walls were tightening around my fingers making it impossible to move them or withdraw them fully. With a wicked gleam in my eye, I bit down on her swollen numb, cause her to yelp but come undone around my fingers, withdrawing them, i liked up and down her wet slit and plunged my tongue into her pulsing core as she came down from her orgasm, her vice like grip relaxed on my hair, giving her one more quick lick. I fixed her skirts as I stood to tower over her small frame. Grabbing her neck I dragged her to me for a passionate kiss, pinning her to the wall as I rubbed my throbbing cock into her hip.
She pulled away to catch her breath as I stepped back and fixed my suit coat, her eyes glowing with want and desire. Grabbing her panties from my pocket, I helped her step into them and fixed her dress. “ Go I’ll be out in 10 minutes” she nodded and left the room. Leaving shortly behind her, I made my way to the mens room to clean up, when I saw Julian coming out of another private office adjusting himself and the Ambassador’s wife coming out behind him trying to fix her lipstick. What a bastard, he just walked by and winked at me. Balling my hands into fist I follow him into the mens room. “Julian” I seethed “How are you old friend?” he looked up in the mirror, giving me a cruel smile “Walker, how the hell are you, man i haven't seen you in forever” i went about my business as we continued with the mindless chatter.
Stepping up to the sink to wash my hands and face, he smiled at me wickedly “How was she man? She must have been good to leave that much of a mess on your face” i smiled to myself, “She is absolutely perfect” he nodded in approval “ Might i recommend the Ambassador’s wife, she exquisite a little to chatty for my liking but that can be easily remedied if you catch my meaning” he winked at me as i finished freshening up. Turning to meet his gaze “Rumor has it you are getting married? Your father finally picked a wife for you?” he shot me a murderous glare “ Yeah, he sure did, the Prime Minister’s daughter Anneliese” my stomach dropped but i kept my composure. Fixing my black tie “I saw her. She is a beautiful young woman” he waved me off as he pulled a little baggy from his pocket containing white powder. “Yeah i guess so, i don't really care, as long as she spreads her legs when told to and gives me an heir, i don't care what happens after that, possibly pass her around my friends, they dont mind sharing.” my blood was boiling. “What if she doesn't comply with your request?” I shot back at him, the smile he gave me was sickening.
“Walker, you know me well, i'll play the long game till i have that heir and after i have my son, if she doesn't comply with my demands i'll have to call in that favor you owe me” he clapped me on the shoulder “Met me at the bar in 20, we can have some real fun” he walked out. Clenching my fist and jaw so tight I could break a tooth. Following after him back to the ballroom, i saw her dancing with her father and i breathed a sigh of relief, going over to Sloane i pulled her to the side, “I was just informed by the Prime minister's son julian that if Anneliese does not comply with his demands he is going to kill her, we have to act” she sighed heavily “ We know, MI6, british intelligence and Interpol are aware of the threats he has made against her, but our hands are tied Walker. We cannot do anything, until it's too late” she looked in the direction of Ann and her father. Releasing Sloane’s arm I proceeded to walk over to her. “Walker, get back here” I waved her off and proceeded to tap on the Prime Minister's shoulders “Excuse me sir, would you mind if I had a dance with your daughter?” he nodded, kissing her on her cheek before handing her over to me.
spinning her around and placing a hand on the back of her waist and drawing her close as other couples left us. Holding her hand as we waltzed around the ballroom. “Ann…” she shook her head and said “No, no more talking, let's just dance” spinning her around in a wide circle as the music changed. She was beautiful and graceful. Her mask began to slip and she relaxed into my hold. Lana Del Ray’s young and beautiful, a haunting melody in the background as we danced.
We were lost in a world of our own as I spun her around in front of the crowd. Her cabernet colored dress fanned out as she spun. Her eyes closed, her black lashes fluttering on her slightly tinged cheeks, she was there even for just a moment, a glimpse of that carefree girl I met so many nights ago. Pulling her from her spin and back into my arms. Her green eyes stared back at me as our dance came to an end, the hint of a smile playing on her painted lips. A tap on my shoulder broke the connection we shared, turning to see who it was, it was her fiance, the man she was being forced to marry for political reasons.
I know i am the devil myself, she told me a few nights ago as i held her by her throat and fucked her brains out. God, the feeling of her coming undone around my cock as she struggled to breathe was the most mesmerizing thing that I want to relive with her time and time again. But fate as much as i do not believe in her, she is a cruel woman.
“Julian” I growled. The cocky bastard, he was my height and build, dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. He may have been a gentleman on the outside but behind closed doors he really was a monster. “ Walker, i hope you don't mind, but Anneliese and I need to get going” “Ann” we both snapped at him. She glowered at him from my side. Watching her from the corner of my eye, I saw her face change from a fierce woman to a small uncertain girl. She excused herself and went to the table to collect her clutch and her shawl.
“I don't know what game you think you are playing at Walker, but she is mine” Julian seethed “ Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever i wish with and there is nothing you can do about it” balling my fist so hard that the knuckles turned white as he walked away grabbed her by elbow and began to drag her up the stairs, leading out of the ballroom. “Walker” Sloane shouted after me as i followed them, “Walker stand down” she growled at me again. Ignoring her order I followed after them and grabbed Ann’s wrist as she climbed the stairs.
Julian almost lost his balance as Ann came to a stop, her eyes locked on my wrist and then her green ones met mine, you could see the emotions swirling in her dark irises. The fight I saw early was long gone as she looked at me with such sorrow and regret.
“ Déjame ir” Let me go, she glanced back at Julian, but he only stared at her in confusion.
“Si te dejo ir, ciertamente morirás en su mano.” I said to her If i let you go, you will certainly die by his hand
She gave me a soft sad smile. “Mi destino fue decidido por mí hace mucho tiempo, no hay escapatoria” she chuckled slightly “Lo más feliz que me sentí fue contigo esas noches atrás, me hiciste sentir viva y por eso siempre te estaré agradecido pero es hora de dejarme ir.” “My fate was decided for me long ago, there is no escape” she chuckled slightly “ the happiest i ever felt was with you those few nights ago, you made me feel alive and for that i will always be grateful but it's time to let me go.
Loosening my grip on her wrist so she could pull her hand away, “ Fairfarren, Alice perhaps I will see you again in another lifetime” she said with one final squeeze to my hand before i stepped away, letting her hand fall from mine, and she turned and followed that monster up the stairs. Fixing my suit jacket, I turned and walked down the few steps back to the ballroom floor. Sloane approached me “What did she tell you?” I looked over at her. “Lewis Carroll” as I walked past her “ She quotes Lewis Carroll to me” making my way to the bar and ordered myself two fingers of whiskey and shot that back. Ordering another, I made my way to the balcony of the house that overlooked the driveway, and there she was, her dark red shawl draped across her shoulders, her long dark hair hanging down her back.
I watched her as the car pulled up, Julian walked around and got inside the car from the other side. The valet opened her door and she threw one last look over her shoulders, her green eyes meeting mine for the last time. I raised my whiskey glass to her “Fairfarren Ann” closing the door behind her, they drove off, i watched till i could only see the taillights growing smaller as they drove away. Shooting back the rest of the whiskey, I threw the glass into the side of the house and watched it shatter.
I just finished reading this and oh boy, this was far-far better than what I was expecting.
The description of the dress, stunning!
August, grandson of a seamstress?? A fun piece of information.
You named her after me....I'm blushing, kicking my feet and twirling my hair!!
I don't feel bad for cheating on my fiance. Julian sounds like a douche and he deserves it.
The smut was smocking hot. But love how there was so much more than just the smut. THE PLOT!! THE ENDING!! THE ANGST!! You never fail to amaze and impress me, you twisted talented thing! *chef's kiss*
Thank you so much for writing this. I absolutely loved it. It made my day.
As for the violence warning... You are getting nothing but love for what you've created.
