Amazing Grace (7)
Grace Miller’s new, one-bedroomed apartment, Tower Hamlets, London
Pulling her left wrist free from the loosely hanging rope that had bound her to the bed-head Grace rolled over next to Kat and snuggled close. She nestled her head on her lover’s scarred chest and wrapped her arms around her warm body. "Hold me!" she whispered.
They drifted back to sleep in each other's arms.
Sometime later Kat woke up. Grace was dreaming again. She had both hands between her legs, moaning quietly as she humped at her fingers. Kat slowly raised the blanket, and watched the younger girl, knees parted, pulling and tugging on the soft, shadowy flesh, whimpering and sighing to herself.
Kat watched for a while, becoming ever more wet as she did. This vision of Grace masturbating was turning her on. Kat was so pleased, and relieved, that Grace had finally made contact with her upon her return from North Korea. She had missed her friend and lover so much since Aleppo.
Fuck … Kat was feeling so damn horny, and the desire to reach down and play with her former colleague’s pussy was overwhelming … especially as it seemed that Grace was on the verge of climaxing. Maybe she just needed a little push over the edge for the ecstasy to explode. The musky smell of Grace’s moist pussy prompted Kat to shuffle down under the blanket and wiggle her way between the open thighs that presented themselves.
Warm kisses on Grace’s smooth, bare mound woke the Special Agent and she stopped pulling on her pliant lips when she realised that Kat was between her legs. Any feeling of embarrassment from realising that her lover had seen her unconsciously masturbating faded the second she felt the older girl’s tongue lapping at her throbbing clit.
Kat reached up and pulled Grace's hands back down. "Don’t move them …” she whispered, “…I liked it, the way you were holding yourself open,” and, guiding Grace's hands, she placed them back in position.
"Hold yourself open for me!" Kat purred as she bent and kissed the hard little clit peeking out, exposed from the soft hood, and, taking Kat’s instruction, she held herself open. Feeling a warm tongue licking at the soft, pink flesh before plunging deeper into her slippery slit, Grace arched her back and cried out.
“Oh Kat, ohhhh fucking hell … I love you so much!”
This felt so freaking good. Grace pulling at her own inner lips, the sensation lapping away at her body, the hot breath, slurping noises … it felt so damn good.
“Fucking hell Kat …” Grace always swore in the most eloquent manner, her upper-class upbringing coming to the fore even when she cursed. Then she felt the muscles in her stomach tightening and opened herself wider, raising her hips, holding them high away from the bed … her abdomen contracted and then her mound and then … and then …
“Ohhhhhhhh yes! Oh my God, Kaaaaaat!” The most intense orgasm thundered through her body. Kat was relentless as she sent Grace to a place that no one else ever took her … The taste of climaxing pussy was intoxicating as Ekaterina continued to suck at her friend’s clit through the entirety of the orgasm, heightening and extending it until the younger girl fell back to the bed, shaking with the after-shocks of her release.
Both girls were startled when Grace's phone vibrated on the surface of the bedside table. It was HQ.
“Sorry Kat I need to take this.” But as she did, Grace placed the call on speaker so that Kat could hear.
“Special Agent Miller …”
“Oh, it’s you.” Grace’s response to hearing Marcus Devonshire’s voice was less than enthusiastic.
“You mean, ‘Oh it’s you … Sir.'”
Grace sighed. “What do you want Marcus …” She had not forgiven him for being responsible, in her mind, for having influenced the decision to send Sophia out to Italy in the first place … if she hadn’t been there then she would not have been ‘sold’ to the North Koreans and then not had to suffer the rapes and abuse that almost killed her…
“I want to let you know that Sophia Moore is stable in hospital. She has the best care on offer at the Wellington in St John’s Wood. All thanks to you Special Agent Miller.”
… and no thanks to you, you incompetent fool … were the words that stayed inside Grace’s head. She remained silent.
“Oh, and …” Devonshire continued, “… Sophia won’t be returning to the service, even after she has recovered …”
“Probably best,” Grace agreed, before adding, “Is that all … Sir?”
There was a pause, but then, when Devonshire spoke again Grace could sense the glee in his voice.
“Not quite, one other thing. Roger Moore has stepped down. Based upon conflicting interests that caused Sophia Moore to be sent out into the field, his decision making was seen as a dereliction of duty, and negligence of the highest order. Mister Moore has been formally retired out of the service as from today …”
Grace did not like where this was heading.
“… and so, I have stepped into the role. With immediate effect, Special Agent Miller, I am the new Head of MI6 …”
Grace didn’t know what to say. How could this bastard have got himself into such a position? Manipulating Roger Moore into sending his own, inexperienced daughter into the field, most probably knowing that she would be in extreme danger, and all because Sophia spurned his advances. Then using that same situation to get his boss fired so that he could take over the reins. Devonshire was a controlling, evil monster.
“Congratulations …” Was all Grace replied, her intonation flat.
After the short conversation had ended the girls lay snuggled in the afterglow of their coupling.
“Bastard.” Grace whispered. “How could he do that?”
Kat nibbled at her friend’s neck and then licked at her ear. Grace giggled as their mouths met and she tasted her own pussy on Kat's face and lips …
“I’m glad you came back to me,” Kat said quietly, as the kiss slowly ebbed, and the older girl picked up the ropes once more so that she could re-tie her lover to the bed.
“Me too,” Grace replied with a warm smile.
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This brings "Italian Torment" to a close. Ordinarily the girls would take a break now whilst the Author refreshes and renews his creative juices (such as they are). However, there is more story to tell and so, marking a full twelve months since the release of the very first Sexpionage Story here on CF, "Swallow's Nest", a brand new adventure will begin on Monday 3rd January. So, take a few days off along with the Sexpionage team, and then join us here for the exclusive serialisation of "Full Circle" a brand new three part series …
