by Tina Lee
“You’re a hard man to get a hold of.” She said in her strong French accent while twisting the pearls around her neck.
“Oh, is that so? Well, here I am now.”
“Yes, here you are.” She walks over to the edge and looks out at all the building lights. She leans over a bit and pokes her butt out. I’m assuming that was an invitation to grab, or else she just really likes building lights.
I leaned beside her on the ledge; a wisp of her sharp, rose fragrance hit me. It was not subtle nor gentle, no, a woman like her knew no such things.
She told me of her humble beginnings and how her father was a poor watch maker in the south of France. I shared a few stories of my own; of course, I left out anything that suggested I was from another time. We may have been born in different times, but Ms. Bellaire and I had some similarities. She was a smart woman that took the world and made it hers.
“I know your secret, Mr. Bond.” Her accent goes so well with my name.
“I am a man of many secrets, so you need to specify.” I replied.
She took a cigarette from her purse and lit it. She blew the smoke into the night air and watched it travel away into the sky. “It’s a terrible habit, I know.” She turns to see if anyone is close by, which there wasn’t. Everyone had gone back inside to wrap up and some were already starting to leave. “I know you are from the future.”
“How many champagnes have you drank tonight?” I gave her a small grin.
“Cut the crap.” She said, not amused by my response.
“I don’t know where you got that silly idea, but I will entertain it because I’m in such a good mood. Why do you think I’m from the future?”
“Because… you popped up out of nowhere three years ago and now you are a billionaire. You made all the right plays; you knew when to get in and when to get out. At first I thought it was a bit of luck. But then you kept doing it over and over again. I did a check on you, and guess what I found?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s right, Mr. Bond. You don’t exist, not yet.”
“So because I made all the right moves and you can’t seem to find records of me, that means time travel exists and I’m from the future.”
“You see, Mr. Bond, I know time travel exist.”
“Oh really?” I mocked her. “How do you know?”
“Because my fiancée is from the future too.” She said, looking unbothered.
“If that is true, then I’m sure you asked him about your future, am I right?”
“Yes, and let’s just say that I will not be caught with a dead hooker in my room.” She gave me a look as if she had won. The ‘checkmate’ sort of look.
She wasn’t lying. There was no way she could make this up. I wasn’t worried about her knowing my secret; no one would believe her anyways. I gave her a slow clap “Well done, Ms. Bellaire, and what does my secret weigh in gold? I don’t suppose you were planning to blackmail me, because if you were; then you’d be climbing up a fruitless tree.”
“Blackmail? No, no such thing. I just wanted to meet the Time Traveler himself. The Time Magazine’s person of the year. The greatly talked about James Bond. And after meeting you, my plan was to seduce you.” She took a drag off the cigarette and looked directly at me.
“And what about your Fiancée?” I asked.
“What about him? I love him, but he isn’t you. I don’t want to be with you Mr. Bond, I’m quite aware of you treat your women. I just want to be your slave for tonight.”
I chuckled. “My slave?”
“Yes. It is no secret that you are a very interesting man, which is why I have selected you to be my master. Only the best of the best can dominate a strong woman like me. Let me be your dirty slut.”
She was serious and went straight to the point. I was intrigued by her demeanor. I made her wait for an answer.
“Any man would have jumped up and said yes, what is taking you so long?” She said. She nervously started twisting her pearls. “So, do we have an agreement?” She asked.
“Yes.” I finally replied.
“Have your driver follow my car.”
“Will do.”
Chapter Four
She opened her hotel door and let me in, and fanned away her security guard before closing the door. Her suite was a reflection of her; it was like wine or fine art; everything had aged but it was elegant nonetheless. Her antique paintings hung beside her antique gold statues which stood beside her antique furniture. On the floors were hundred dollar bills like they were scraps of paper, whatever she last did in this hotel room, I can’t imagine the secrets ever leaving these walls, I doubt even her fiancée knows about this room.
I took a sit on a throne beside the glass window and ran my hand against the gold frame, it was quiet lavish, and I thought to myself why I never bothered to buy one. “I see you had quite a party here” I looked at all the bills.
She used her foot to sweep away the bills into a little corner. “A lady can have fun, cant she?”
“Certainly.” I turned and looked out at the city lights. “If I were to go inside your bathroom, I don’t suppose I would find a dead hooker and cocaine, would I?”
“You’ll just have to see for yourself.” She said. She walked over to a painting of medieval women having an orgy and took it down, what lied behind was a safe. She punched in her codes and unlocked it, she then took out a half opened duffle bag and threw it to the floor. Dildos, ass plugs, ass beads, whips and chains went sliding across the floor.
“Are you ready to beg?” I asked.
“Yes, master.”
“Get me a glass of Champagne.”
“As you wish.”
As she is about to walk off, I interrupt her. “No walking. You will crawl from this point on.”
“Yes master. “ She took off her dress and dropped it on the floor, the bra was next, then her jewelry, and finally; the thong. She was fully naked like the day she was born. She went down and crawled slowly into the kitchen. And I watched her pussy all the way.
I could hear falling things over as she tried to reach the champagne without standing. She’s smart, she’ll figure it out. I’ve had many women since my arrival in this time but I have had only a few out of the young and beautiful bracket. She looked to be in her mid-forties, although you could hardly tell after her breast implant. When you have it all, not many things get your attention or interest, but her maturity definitely got mine. The thought of being with an older woman awakened something in that I once thought was dead. I was ready to be her master, I was ready to rule. I eyed a black dildo on the floor that looked to be about thirteen inches. I wondered how much could she take up her ass. I’ll give her much pain and pleasure as she so desperately desire. I’ll be the man she wished her fiancée could be; the one and only James fucking Bond.
She took her time crawling back. She held the Champagne glass steadily and managed to balance herself using her knees and one hand. “Here is your Champagne, master.”
“Thank you, slave.” I take a sip from the glass.
She groveled at my feet and rubbed her sweaty cheek against my custom made Giorgio Armani pants. Look at her, rubbing against me like a dog begging for a bone. It has been awhile since I’ve been turned on. And deep within the layers of my twisted soul; awoke the dark, crazy egomaniac I had been trying to hide. Feed me power, my slave. Let me dominate your body and mind entirely.
I dipped my finger in the champagne and gently smeared it on her rose colored lips. She took my finger in her mouth and sucked aggressively, rocking her head back and forth with her eyes focused on mine. You dirty little whore, I know what you want.
“Arch your back and spread your legs” I said.
She scrambled and excitedly went into position. Her ass poked into the air and her head lay on the floor beside several hundred dollar notes. Her pink slit and puckered asshole was brazen and awfully welcoming. Her pussy was so smooth and—not many times do I say this—beautiful. I sipped t
he last of my champagne and took off my jacket, neatly folded it and place it down. I rolled up my sleeves and took off my tie, she was waiting to be flogged, and I felt really generous.
I took up the flogger and stood behind her. Every few seconds her ass would jump from the anticipation. I whipped the flogger down hard on her pale ass and out of her mouth came a loud cry followed by a soft moan.
“Be quiet.”
She nodded. “Yes sir.”
I gripped the handle hard and gave another great lash across her pale skin. She made a softer cry and closed her eyes.
“I said be quiet”
“Yes master.”
She dared to disobey me? I took a step back and positioned my stance; my feet were planted firm and my back straight. I drew every force from my back to my shoulder to my hand as I flung my hand around and lashed her with great power. The sting echoed through the air across the antique filled room. Her jaws stretched wide open but not a sound dared escaped them for she knew it would only get worst. Her burning red ass and thighs trembled as pain filled her body like a vessel. The vibration from her wild trembling made the juices from her soaking pussy drip to the floor.
I gave her couple more flogging, and each time she would raise her ass higher. She was a fighter and she wanted to prove it to me; to show me that she is deserving of my flogging and is obedient to my every command. There was no way she could hide these wails from her husband, and that was exactly what I wanted; to send him a message that I am the conqueror and she belongs to me.
I knelt behind her and observed the aesthetics of her design. I ran my fingers gently along her smooth sex, circling her opening and inhaling her natural scent. She moaned as my nose brushed against her sensitive lips, and her asshole clenched and gave me a delightful wink. I stretched for the butt plug and lubricated it in her excess wetness.
“This is what you wanted, you filthy whore.” I press the tip off the plug firmly against her asshole. “Who are you?”
“I am your slut, your whore, your slave. I am an object for your pleasure. I am anything you want me to be. I am nothing more than a dirty fucking trash if that’s what you desire.” Such dirty words seemed so clean when said in her strong French accent.
I worked the long and wide plug into her tight asshole. She screamed and immediately began rubbing her clit.
“No!” I shouted. “Remove your hand.”
“Yes master.”
I pushed the plug all the way in. I could hear her low grunts as she tries to adjust to the object that was deep in her ass.
“Good girl.”
On the balcony next to hers was a couple sitting and drinking champagne as they observe the flashing colorful building lights in the horizon. Why not give them a show?
“Follow me.” I said. I walked out onto the balcony and my obedient slut followed. Surely her hands and knees must be sore but she flinched not once. I was beginning to like this new pet. To the couples surprise; they see a naked woman crawling like a dog behind the world’s most interesting man.
She cared not for her reputation or what this might do to harm her company, her loyalty to my commands was her first priority. “Look at them directly into their eyes.” I said.
“Yes master.”
She faced them directly, and the poor man did not know what to do. He looked at the woman beside him as if he’s asking her Should I look away? The woman had her eyes fixed on my pet, I’m sure she’s trying to decipher what the hell is going on. I unzipped my pants and took out my firm manhood, it had spent too long trying to tear through my boxers. It was happy to be out into the open and especially delighted for what awaited it. I gripped her still red ass and jammed into her swollen pussy. Her loud moan travelled into the night air and the woman gasped and looked at her partner.
I had all these built up rage in me after spending years in this primitive time and I took it all out on her with every stab in her drenched sex. I wrapped her hair around my hand and gave her solid, hard thrusts. I tightened my grip on her hair to make sure her body was chilling with pain while mixing with the jolts of pleasure from my pelvic slamming into her ass.
“YES MASTER!” She screamed.
The woman next door slid her hand into her cunt while her man took out his cock and worked it. The shyness and redness that were on their face had gone; they were turned-on on what they saw before them. With every moan and thrust they fucked themselves faster and faster. The woman played with nipples while vigorously rubbing her clit.
My slave started slamming her pussy into me so she could take my dick as deep as possible. She screamed and it drove something primal in me. With a grunt I slammed into her with ferocity that sent her wild.
“Do you like being fucked from behind?”
She looked the next women in the eyes and shouted “YES MASTER!” The woman could hold back no longer, she writhe her hips and screamed with pleasure as her orgasm hit hard. Her man soon followed as he ejaculated all over the woman.
My slut cried as her body was shaking uncontrollably in the heated open air. The spasms in her thighs continued and without warning; my whore made a heavy wet squirt all over my dick and balls and drenched them in her juice. Her hips fall out of sync as she is wracked by climax and her wobbling body fell to the floor. She quickly got back up to prove her worth, and continued flinging her pussy back on my cock.
I bite my lips as I sensed my orgasm forming from deep within my balls sack. My muscles tightened and the force of my thrust became heavier with each passing second. The couple watched intently and even after they had cummed, they still played with their self while waiting on my climax. With one mighty slam, I busted deep inside the sex of my obedient slut. “Yes master.” She moaned as she felt the warm moisture inside her. I gave her long, slow strides before coming to a halt. My dick was greatly satisfied. We both took time catching our breath in the night air.
The woman next door was fully naked and spreading her pussy for me to see while her man watched. I gave her a slight nod and went inside with my slave crawling behind me.
I sat on the throne and hanged my leg over the handle. She kissed my feet and rubbed it against her face.
“Let me be your slave always.”
“We both have lives and businesses to run.”
“I don’t care. I want to be your slave.” She begged.
“Go to your fiancée and tell him all that you have done. Tell him he’s worthless and I am your only true master. Then after, I shall consider it.”
“Yes master.” She looks away shyly. “M-m-aster, may I taste your cock?”
“Yes, you may.”
She took my dick and sucked on it when all of a sudden the hotel door flung open. Standing in the doorway was Anna, she was breathing rather heavily and her face went pale when she saw my new pet licking all over my cock.
“Anna! Have you lost your fucking mind?” I shouted.
She slowly walked towards us and when she reached in front of us, she stopped. “I know what is going on here, and I want to be a part of it. For so long you have treated me like shit and humiliate me like a fucking slave, but I have never gotten any of the benefits of being your slave.”
“You want to be my slave?” I asked.
“I was always your slave, so it’s about time you started fucking me like one.” She said angrily.
“Rip that dress off.” I instructed.
She did just that, and under the dress was her naked body. I have never seen Anna’s naked body but it nothing like I thought. Her curves and breasts were quite alluring. “Kneel before me.”
Again, she obeyed. Now I had two beautiful women at my feet ready to do my every command. I smiled, because I was ready for round two.
Kitara
“Wait for me!” I shouted at Jennifer, who ran faster than I ever could. She stopped by a huge rock, with moss growing all over it and tiny mushrooms popped their heads out through the tiny cracks. “I want to go home!” I demanded.
“Not y
et! Come on, Kitara. This is my chance for him to like me.”
“This is crazy, Jennifer.” It was crazy and really stupid. It was after midnight, Jennifer and I were searching for a bunch of frat guys in the woods. IN THE WOODS! Where all sorts of creepy things and wild animals lived. The only reason I was even there was because I would never let my best friend go into the woods alone.
There was supposed to be some sort of secret party in which only a few people got invitations and we were invited. It seemed too good to be true at the time and I was right. I felt like a fool. We had been walking for thirty minutes and still no party in sight. I guess the idiot of the year go to us. The guys must be back in their dorm laughing at us. The funny thing is; I doubt they even remembered us, we were nobodies. They had played a joke on us and forgot to even laugh. Pathetic.
“Just give up.” I said, hoping Jennifer would listen to my voice of reason.
“Kitara, relax, okay? They are here.” Jennifer said confidently.
We walked deeper into the dark woods. There was a full moon out but most of its light were blocked by the high trees. There was only enough light to see what was in front of us, and even that was a problem at times, we were hitting our feet against random things and rocks. The ruffling of the trees freaked me out; it felt like there was something out there following us, preying on two vulnerable, white meat. I imagined myself tasting delicious. I had just used a Vanilla lotion, so basically I marinated myself in some sweet sauce for whatever that was about to eat us. Jennifer would be the main meal and I was that sweet tasty dessert that balanced the meal perfectly. Those were not the thoughts I should have been having.
I could not stop thinking about dying in the woods as we went further. When you find yourself in stupid situations like these, you start to think about the people that mean a lot to you and try to shun away the thought of never seeing them again. The thoughts of my mother and father stayed with me. I had loving parents that always tried their best to make me happy and I took advantage of that at times. They always encouraged me to be a free spirit but I doubt they would be happy with what I was doing. I was not a good daughter; I didn’t call as much as I should have. I made excuses so I didn’t have to call the people I love. I checked my phone. No Signal. Great, just great.
