I believe I would very much enjoy reading of her being out to such a test! Perhaps she could be lead to go undercover to investigate a Torquemada cult in a former Spanish Colony? Oh dear, they think she’s a witch! Oh noooooo….
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
I just might be able to work that in ...
Holy Shit! He did all that out of personal ambition? What a bastard he is!!!!!!!!
Has it really been a year since ….??
And whilst I refresh and renew my reactive … ummm … juices, if you know what I mean
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Loving the feedback Barb, thank you very much appreciated...Holy Shit! He did all that out of personal ambition? What a bastard he is!!!!!!!!
Has it really been a year since ….??
And whilst I refresh and renew my reactive … ummm … juices, if you know what I mean
twonines
LIMERICUS
Great work, Fossy, the next saga sounds promising ( and perilous for the girls,) with a new and less than sympathetic boss.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Thanks for the feedback '99, and I suspect you're most probably correct
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With your perfect preparations, always again with pleasure, Fossy!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Sexpionage returns tomorrow with a full serialisation of the three part, not to be missed, "Full Circle" ... But in the short amount of downtime the stars of the series got to enjoy, Grace Miller took herself off for a day's pampering at a luxury Spa - fortunately she allowed a small number of the Sexpionage Camera crew to accompany her
We hope you enjoy sharing in her experience ... see you tomorrow!
We hope you enjoy sharing in her experience ... see you tomorrow!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
After a very short break the Sexpionage team is back today with a real BANG. "Full Circle" begins today with the exclusive serialisation of Part 1 "The Safe House" ...
The Safe House (1)
Not long after the Italian Torment …
The home that Ekaterina shares with Special Ops Major Jason Underhill at Barn Owl Cottage, on the edge of the New Forest, Hampshire, England.
“Do you have to go?” Kat asked her boyfriend. Jason grinned as he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s body.
“Gonna miss me?”
“Yes.” She couldn’t shake the ball of dread in her stomach.
“Honey, you, more than anyone, know that I have no choice in the matter, when duty calls. I have to go.” he said as he stroked her naked back.
“I know.” She whispered quietly as, twisting her head to the side, he brushed a kiss over her mouth. “It’s just that with Buddy staying with Steph and the kids, it’s just me, and …” Kat stopped short of sharing the fear she had of being taken again. Tretykov was dead, Grace had seen to that. But that didn’t mean all of her enemies in Russia were gone. Her former SVR Academy colleague and recent tormentor, Anatoly Andreytov was now even more prominent than ever in the Russian Secret Service, and Kat knew that he would dearly love to get his hands on her again.
Jason leaned in and gave his girl a deeper kiss. He too wished that Buddy, their beautiful pedigree four-year-old Akita, had still been here and not spending time with Steph, his ex-wife and their children, eight-year old Jack and twelve-year old Isabella. Kat clutched handfuls of her man’s jacket to prolong the moment, realising there and then just how much she depended on him.
His right hand slipped around her body and closed over her bare breast, feeling the nipple harden under his touch.
“God I so love this man’, Kat spoke inside her mind and, as if in response to her thoughts, Jason’s other hand smoothed onto her thigh, slowly sliding up the naked and scarred flesh toward the juncture between her legs.
“Oh Jase …”
“My darling girl,” he murmurs, his grin fading as a familiar heated gleam appears in his eye. “So delicate, yet so ferocious, so brave and beautiful …” His fingers press roughly onto her clit through Kat’s lace boxers, the only item of clothing she wore, and she sucks in a startled breath, her nipples hardening more as a surge of moisture dampens her pussy, and Kat squirms.
“Yes, that’s right, baby,” he whispers, his fingers moving upward towards the hem of her underwear, “Feel me, want me baby girl.”
His fingers move inside the skimpy lace and her core clenches with a sudden desperate ache.
“Fuck, Jason …” Her breathing is uneven, her heartbeat speeding up as his hand cups her mound, fingers probing her open slit.
“Oh God … please babe, please …” She knew he had to leave but Kat was begging him to finish what he was now clearly starting.
Jason’s lips curve in a wicked half-smile. “Please what baby?”
Then lucidity kicks in for the increasingly desperate girl. “Jason you can’t do this, not now, you need to go stop …” But the sentence devolves into a moan as his fingers boldly push deeper into her welcoming body, his middle digit slipping between her wet folds to massage Kat's throbbing clit. The heat that blasts through the ever more desperate girl's nerve endings feels like an electric spark, every little downy hair on her body standing up in response to the vitality of the sensation.
Ekaterina gasps, feeling the tension gathering, but before she can reach her peak, Jason’s fingers withdraw, leaving her hovering on the edge.
“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk …” Kat groans, her knees giving way, “You’re really going to leave me like this?”
Jase twisted her head towards him once more and pressed his lips to her. “Baby, I’m gonna miss you so much …” their kiss deepens, before her boyfriend pulled back, eyes warm. “At least I know you’ll be here waiting for me.”
She gave him a weak smile. “Of course babe, I’ll always be here waiting for you. Hurry back to me, please Jase.” He shouldered his Bergen, picked up a green, heavy-duty holdall. and pulled up the handle of his small suitcase, and then opened the door to pause and look back at her.
“You’re going to be okay, right?”
He doesn’t need this, she thought and felt guilty for making him worry about her.
“Yes,” she said and tried to sound confident. Jase blew her a kiss before he walked out of the house. She stared at the closed door for a long minute before she forced herself to move.
She could survive on her own. She had been alone for long enough before Jason entered her life, and now that she was retired from the service she would have to learn to deal with his long absences.
But now, right now, this week in fact, she had begun to notice things, little things. Like the guy she thought had followed her into the underground in Central London only yesterday. The noise she heard two nights ago that woke her whilst Jason slept soundly. And the open back patio door, the one that she never left unlocked … was she being crazy?
As the residual pent up desire from Jason's probing fingers faded, Kat went through her morning routine as the world slowly began to properly light up outside. She combed her long blond hair, leaving it to fall in waves over her shoulders, and smoothed a hand over the ass of her tight denim jeans. Jason would be soon back and everything would be okay. It was no big deal.
To Be Continued …
The Safe House (1)
Not long after the Italian Torment …
The home that Ekaterina shares with Special Ops Major Jason Underhill at Barn Owl Cottage, on the edge of the New Forest, Hampshire, England.
“Do you have to go?” Kat asked her boyfriend. Jason grinned as he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s body.
“Gonna miss me?”
“Yes.” She couldn’t shake the ball of dread in her stomach.
“Honey, you, more than anyone, know that I have no choice in the matter, when duty calls. I have to go.” he said as he stroked her naked back.
“I know.” She whispered quietly as, twisting her head to the side, he brushed a kiss over her mouth. “It’s just that with Buddy staying with Steph and the kids, it’s just me, and …” Kat stopped short of sharing the fear she had of being taken again. Tretykov was dead, Grace had seen to that. But that didn’t mean all of her enemies in Russia were gone. Her former SVR Academy colleague and recent tormentor, Anatoly Andreytov was now even more prominent than ever in the Russian Secret Service, and Kat knew that he would dearly love to get his hands on her again.
Jason leaned in and gave his girl a deeper kiss. He too wished that Buddy, their beautiful pedigree four-year-old Akita, had still been here and not spending time with Steph, his ex-wife and their children, eight-year old Jack and twelve-year old Isabella. Kat clutched handfuls of her man’s jacket to prolong the moment, realising there and then just how much she depended on him.
His right hand slipped around her body and closed over her bare breast, feeling the nipple harden under his touch.
“God I so love this man’, Kat spoke inside her mind and, as if in response to her thoughts, Jason’s other hand smoothed onto her thigh, slowly sliding up the naked and scarred flesh toward the juncture between her legs.
“Oh Jase …”
“My darling girl,” he murmurs, his grin fading as a familiar heated gleam appears in his eye. “So delicate, yet so ferocious, so brave and beautiful …” His fingers press roughly onto her clit through Kat’s lace boxers, the only item of clothing she wore, and she sucks in a startled breath, her nipples hardening more as a surge of moisture dampens her pussy, and Kat squirms.
“Yes, that’s right, baby,” he whispers, his fingers moving upward towards the hem of her underwear, “Feel me, want me baby girl.”
His fingers move inside the skimpy lace and her core clenches with a sudden desperate ache.
“Fuck, Jason …” Her breathing is uneven, her heartbeat speeding up as his hand cups her mound, fingers probing her open slit.
“Oh God … please babe, please …” She knew he had to leave but Kat was begging him to finish what he was now clearly starting.
Jason’s lips curve in a wicked half-smile. “Please what baby?”
Then lucidity kicks in for the increasingly desperate girl. “Jason you can’t do this, not now, you need to go stop …” But the sentence devolves into a moan as his fingers boldly push deeper into her welcoming body, his middle digit slipping between her wet folds to massage Kat's throbbing clit. The heat that blasts through the ever more desperate girl's nerve endings feels like an electric spark, every little downy hair on her body standing up in response to the vitality of the sensation.
Ekaterina gasps, feeling the tension gathering, but before she can reach her peak, Jason’s fingers withdraw, leaving her hovering on the edge.
“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk …” Kat groans, her knees giving way, “You’re really going to leave me like this?”
Jase twisted her head towards him once more and pressed his lips to her. “Baby, I’m gonna miss you so much …” their kiss deepens, before her boyfriend pulled back, eyes warm. “At least I know you’ll be here waiting for me.”
She gave him a weak smile. “Of course babe, I’ll always be here waiting for you. Hurry back to me, please Jase.” He shouldered his Bergen, picked up a green, heavy-duty holdall. and pulled up the handle of his small suitcase, and then opened the door to pause and look back at her.
“You’re going to be okay, right?”
He doesn’t need this, she thought and felt guilty for making him worry about her.
“Yes,” she said and tried to sound confident. Jase blew her a kiss before he walked out of the house. She stared at the closed door for a long minute before she forced herself to move.
She could survive on her own. She had been alone for long enough before Jason entered her life, and now that she was retired from the service she would have to learn to deal with his long absences.
But now, right now, this week in fact, she had begun to notice things, little things. Like the guy she thought had followed her into the underground in Central London only yesterday. The noise she heard two nights ago that woke her whilst Jason slept soundly. And the open back patio door, the one that she never left unlocked … was she being crazy?
As the residual pent up desire from Jason's probing fingers faded, Kat went through her morning routine as the world slowly began to properly light up outside. She combed her long blond hair, leaving it to fall in waves over her shoulders, and smoothed a hand over the ass of her tight denim jeans. Jason would be soon back and everything would be okay. It was no big deal.
To Be Continued …
Jesus wept, now I’M bloody well edging!
Steaming hot opening, @Fossy - the pace never slows with you, does it?
Trust your instincts, Kat. This is a Fossy yarn, and you, of all people, ought to know what that means by now! Danger lurks. Beware!
Sharkman
Governor
Looks like in her former times without her visible memories. Or they develop a new healing method at HQ under its new leader. Moore was really a phase-out model such as Chritian Grey.
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Sharkman
Governor
Kat at her best. Jason disregards her. A great start again for trouble we love.
Can it be that old dinosaur R. Moore is prowling around?
Everything prepared!?
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The Safe House (2)
London Waterloo Station
Jase had been away for two days, and during that time Kat’s life had been nothing but normal, and so today she had braved a trip into London. It took three hours to get from Ashurst, the nearest town to their home, into London Waterloo, but it was a journey that Kat needed to make.
Having left the service there was a number of obligatory meetings that Kat was being forced to undertake, de-briefings of sort, but the bottom line was that MI6 needed to be certain that she still understood her responsibilities regarding the Official Secrets Act, going public, writing a book, consulting on the next James Bond movie or whatever …
And so here she was, amongst the throng of passengers, having just disembarked inside Waterloo Station. Kat checked the time on her phone. 12.23 pm. There were two missed calls and the voicemail icon throbbed angrily in the corner of the screen. She chose to ignore it, knowing that it wouldn’t be her boyfriend ... there was no way he would be allowed to call her.
She dived across the busy main road and into the tube station. Waterloo to Vauxhall, one change from the Northern Line onto the Victoria Line … a fifteen-minute journey all in. That’s why she preferred it to taking a cab, avoiding the busy London Streets. As she moved as quickly as the crowds would allow through the station to the platform Kat could hear the train doors beeping, ready to close.
Flying down the last few steps she rounded the corner. Kat hated missing a train like this, even though she knew there would be another along soon. There was no way she was going to make it. But then, seemingly out of nowhere, someone ran on ahead of her and managed to get an arm and a leg through the doors, forcing them to bounce open again.
Kat jumped in after him. The train was busy, this route always was. There were no seats free, so she made her way to the smaller, and still crowded vestibule at the end. The carriage was stifling. The weather in London was warm and the heat from the day was still trapped underground, making it humid and sticky.
Kat leaned back on the cool metal archway of the doorframe. She closed her eyes, and occupied herself with thoughts of food. She needed comfort, a coffee and something sweet. She could almost taste the salty-sugary mix in her mouth, and decided to stop at the Costa near to the SIS building.
The train jerked to a halt at Kennington, the next station. More passengers pushed their way into the carriage, pressing Kat further back. She begrudgingly opened her eyes and reasserted her stance near to the vertical metal hand-holding pole. It was then that she noticed him. From the reflection in the train’s darkened window, she could see that he was staring at her.
At first she thought it was a trick of the light, a reflection of a reflection, making it seem as though he was looking at her. But, as she slowly turned her head to the side, his followed, until they were both facing one another. She had no idea how long he’d been watching her. He made no motion to look away or hide the fact that he was staring. He just stood there, perfectly still and serious, his eyes like hooks into her body.
Kat stared back, stunned for a moment, then looked behind to try to figure out what could possibly have provoked such a reaction. There was nothing. When she turned back, he was still staring. Neither one of them moved, both remaining perfectly still, facing one another, but something was happening between them. Kat had no idea what, but it hijacked her senses.
She could still hear the rattle of the train and the low hum of chatter, but everything was out of focus; there was only him. They stayed like that for several seconds, until Kat’s brain caught up and she looked away, panic rising in her chest. Who was he? What did he want? Was she imagining this?
She looked back and his gaze penetrated her, trailing down what he could see of her nubile body, until his eyes reached the floor. As the train pulled out of the station, he slowly moved forward towards her. Kat looked around at the other commuters. No one was looking at them as he navigated his way through the crowd. Most of the attention was drawn to a commotion in the main seating, where a group of girls were talking and squealing loudly in Italian, while two guys strutted round them like peacocks.
The man stopped just before their bodies touched.
Kat and this guy, whoever he was, lingered millimetres from one another, eyes locked. She held her breath until she felt the palms of his hands gently come into contact with hers. His touch was so slight it was almost non-existent. She gasped and pulled her hand away as far as she could, given the fullness of the carriage. But, as his fingers began to stray, she had nowhere to go. The crowd had merged in around them.
“Ekaterina Novikova,” his accented voice said loud enough so that it could be heard above the noise of the train.
“Who are you, what do you … ohhhh!” Her words were cut short as, maintaining full eye contact, he moved his hands downwards.
Then they hit the tunnel and the carriage went black. His hands continued to roam, stopping just above the curve of her denim covered buttocks, every fine hair on her body standing on end. The tips of his fingers pressed deep into her flesh as they climbed up between her legs. Kat’s breath caught as he cupped her mound. He pressed and pinched, and she groaned as he pushed harder and deeper, the knot in her abdomen growing as he slid his fingers back and forth. He worked faster and faster, applying more pressure through her jeans with each movement.
“Please …” she moaned, but all he saw was her lips moving. As the blackness of the tube tunnel was replaced by brighter lights of The Oval Kat let out a small cry, unable to stop herself. But as the sensation faded, and she slowly opened her eyes, he moved away and she watched as he got off the train to saunter down the platform. She wanted him to look back so that she could see his face again. He didn’t.
Who was he? What did he want?
Fuck!
To Be Continued …
London Waterloo Station
Jase had been away for two days, and during that time Kat’s life had been nothing but normal, and so today she had braved a trip into London. It took three hours to get from Ashurst, the nearest town to their home, into London Waterloo, but it was a journey that Kat needed to make.
Having left the service there was a number of obligatory meetings that Kat was being forced to undertake, de-briefings of sort, but the bottom line was that MI6 needed to be certain that she still understood her responsibilities regarding the Official Secrets Act, going public, writing a book, consulting on the next James Bond movie or whatever …
And so here she was, amongst the throng of passengers, having just disembarked inside Waterloo Station. Kat checked the time on her phone. 12.23 pm. There were two missed calls and the voicemail icon throbbed angrily in the corner of the screen. She chose to ignore it, knowing that it wouldn’t be her boyfriend ... there was no way he would be allowed to call her.
She dived across the busy main road and into the tube station. Waterloo to Vauxhall, one change from the Northern Line onto the Victoria Line … a fifteen-minute journey all in. That’s why she preferred it to taking a cab, avoiding the busy London Streets. As she moved as quickly as the crowds would allow through the station to the platform Kat could hear the train doors beeping, ready to close.
Flying down the last few steps she rounded the corner. Kat hated missing a train like this, even though she knew there would be another along soon. There was no way she was going to make it. But then, seemingly out of nowhere, someone ran on ahead of her and managed to get an arm and a leg through the doors, forcing them to bounce open again.
Kat jumped in after him. The train was busy, this route always was. There were no seats free, so she made her way to the smaller, and still crowded vestibule at the end. The carriage was stifling. The weather in London was warm and the heat from the day was still trapped underground, making it humid and sticky.
Kat leaned back on the cool metal archway of the doorframe. She closed her eyes, and occupied herself with thoughts of food. She needed comfort, a coffee and something sweet. She could almost taste the salty-sugary mix in her mouth, and decided to stop at the Costa near to the SIS building.
The train jerked to a halt at Kennington, the next station. More passengers pushed their way into the carriage, pressing Kat further back. She begrudgingly opened her eyes and reasserted her stance near to the vertical metal hand-holding pole. It was then that she noticed him. From the reflection in the train’s darkened window, she could see that he was staring at her.
At first she thought it was a trick of the light, a reflection of a reflection, making it seem as though he was looking at her. But, as she slowly turned her head to the side, his followed, until they were both facing one another. She had no idea how long he’d been watching her. He made no motion to look away or hide the fact that he was staring. He just stood there, perfectly still and serious, his eyes like hooks into her body.
Kat stared back, stunned for a moment, then looked behind to try to figure out what could possibly have provoked such a reaction. There was nothing. When she turned back, he was still staring. Neither one of them moved, both remaining perfectly still, facing one another, but something was happening between them. Kat had no idea what, but it hijacked her senses.
She could still hear the rattle of the train and the low hum of chatter, but everything was out of focus; there was only him. They stayed like that for several seconds, until Kat’s brain caught up and she looked away, panic rising in her chest. Who was he? What did he want? Was she imagining this?
She looked back and his gaze penetrated her, trailing down what he could see of her nubile body, until his eyes reached the floor. As the train pulled out of the station, he slowly moved forward towards her. Kat looked around at the other commuters. No one was looking at them as he navigated his way through the crowd. Most of the attention was drawn to a commotion in the main seating, where a group of girls were talking and squealing loudly in Italian, while two guys strutted round them like peacocks.
The man stopped just before their bodies touched.
Kat and this guy, whoever he was, lingered millimetres from one another, eyes locked. She held her breath until she felt the palms of his hands gently come into contact with hers. His touch was so slight it was almost non-existent. She gasped and pulled her hand away as far as she could, given the fullness of the carriage. But, as his fingers began to stray, she had nowhere to go. The crowd had merged in around them.
“Ekaterina Novikova,” his accented voice said loud enough so that it could be heard above the noise of the train.
“Who are you, what do you … ohhhh!” Her words were cut short as, maintaining full eye contact, he moved his hands downwards.
Then they hit the tunnel and the carriage went black. His hands continued to roam, stopping just above the curve of her denim covered buttocks, every fine hair on her body standing on end. The tips of his fingers pressed deep into her flesh as they climbed up between her legs. Kat’s breath caught as he cupped her mound. He pressed and pinched, and she groaned as he pushed harder and deeper, the knot in her abdomen growing as he slid his fingers back and forth. He worked faster and faster, applying more pressure through her jeans with each movement.
“Please …” she moaned, but all he saw was her lips moving. As the blackness of the tube tunnel was replaced by brighter lights of The Oval Kat let out a small cry, unable to stop herself. But as the sensation faded, and she slowly opened her eyes, he moved away and she watched as he got off the train to saunter down the platform. She wanted him to look back so that she could see his face again. He didn’t.
Who was he? What did he want?
Fuck!
To Be Continued …
I’ve learned that if I’m ever in a @Fossy story to always check my messages ASAP!
Sharkman
Governor
I added an 'R.' In front of not to bring shame on somebody using the same last name here. Even knowing Kat isn't loath of bi or lesbian adventures. And dino ... yes, maybe a long time member of CF. Fucking hell! And holly shit! Sorry! I realise I am writing me in really big trouble ... but I love it and even more the stories. Keep going! High voltage inside the train ... do you hear the 'Locomotiv Breath'? Or is it Moore behind me?
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
The Safe House (3)
Head of MI6, Marcus Devonshire’s Office at the SIS Building, Lambeth, London, UK
“Sit down Ekaterina.”
Kat moved unsteadily into the relatively newly appointed Head of MI6’s office.
“Sir …” she nodded as gracefully as she could manage given the encounter she had just had on the tube train.
“Please Ekaterina, call me Marcus, we’re old friends … sit,” His eyes slipped to her chest where her more than ample breasts were pushing hard against the white cotton fabric of her low-cut top.
They had known one another for quite some time, but friends they were not. Kat had heard what Grace had to say about Devonshire, and his manipulative role in Sophia Moore being sent into the field, and she disliked this man as much as her friend and lover did. Roger Moore had been forced into retirement and to be honest Kat hadn’t heard from him once since that happened. If there was a plus side to that then It seemed like a good time to call a halt to the Dominant and submissive relationship she shared with Mister Moore, and so Kat was happy for his lack of contact to remain in force.
“Marcus …” Kat nodded, correcting her earlier words.
“So, I understand you have cause for concern?” He looked at her face.
“Yes Marcus, I do. I was assaulted on the underground …”
He nodded, then questioned, “Assaulted?”
Now it was Kat’s turn to nod.
“How exactly?” He asked. Did she just see him lick his lips?
“How?”
“Yes Ekaterina, how did he, or she, assault you?”
“Erm, it was a he … a man with a Russian accent and he forced his way into standing next to me on a busy train. He knew my name and then touched me.”
“Touched you?”
Kat sighed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, Marcus, Sir, he touched me. He cupped me between the legs and then left as soon as the train came into the station.”
“He touched you between the legs. You mean he felt your pussy?”
Oh my God! Kat thought to herself, and then replied, “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”
“Your pussy?”
“Yes … Sir, my pussy.” He wanted her to say the word and so she obliged this narcissistic dick-head.
“And did his touch remain outside your clothes.”
“Fucking hell, Marcus, yes of course it did, we were on a tube train!”
“And you didn’t encourage him?”
“Marcus, for fuck’s sake, no, I did not. It was a warning. They are coming for me again, I just know it.”
Devonshire sat back in his seat and nodded. “Yes, Ekaterina, they are. We also have intel chatter that tells us the same. You are very high on the SVR’s most wanted list, and I’m afraid that if we don’t …”
“Jason is away. My dog is staying with Jase’s ex-wife and children, and so I am all alone at the house.”
Marcus smiled and slowly nodded. “I know you are Kat, that’s why I asked you to come and see me once I knew that you were already in the building and as soon as I heard about your, erm, unfortunate experience.”
Unfortunate? For fuck’s sake, this man is an imbecile.
“So, I’m moving you to a safe house with immediate effect.”
“Thank you.” Kat nodded. “May I go home first and …”
“No, sorry Ekaterina, you must go straight away to the address. Other than the security team that will keep watch on you … only you and I will know the location”
“I need Grace Miller to know too.”
“That’s not going to happen Miss Novikova. You know that contravenes all relevant protocols.”
He was right, it did.
“Is everything locked up at home?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “… it is, and alarmed.”
“Good,” Devonshire replied. “I will have a team keep the place under surveillance whilst it is empty in case you are paid a visit there. We need to prove that the Russians are attempting to extradite you, and then we can hit them hard with an international incident.
He pressed a buzzer on his large desk and the door to his office opened as Devonshire’s Personal Assistant appeared.
“Miss Novikova is ready now,” was all he said, before Kat was led away to her new, and hopefully, temporary, life.
To Be Continued …
Head of MI6, Marcus Devonshire’s Office at the SIS Building, Lambeth, London, UK
“Sit down Ekaterina.”
Kat moved unsteadily into the relatively newly appointed Head of MI6’s office.
“Sir …” she nodded as gracefully as she could manage given the encounter she had just had on the tube train.
“Please Ekaterina, call me Marcus, we’re old friends … sit,” His eyes slipped to her chest where her more than ample breasts were pushing hard against the white cotton fabric of her low-cut top.
They had known one another for quite some time, but friends they were not. Kat had heard what Grace had to say about Devonshire, and his manipulative role in Sophia Moore being sent into the field, and she disliked this man as much as her friend and lover did. Roger Moore had been forced into retirement and to be honest Kat hadn’t heard from him once since that happened. If there was a plus side to that then It seemed like a good time to call a halt to the Dominant and submissive relationship she shared with Mister Moore, and so Kat was happy for his lack of contact to remain in force.
“Marcus …” Kat nodded, correcting her earlier words.
“So, I understand you have cause for concern?” He looked at her face.
“Yes Marcus, I do. I was assaulted on the underground …”
He nodded, then questioned, “Assaulted?”
Now it was Kat’s turn to nod.
“How exactly?” He asked. Did she just see him lick his lips?
“How?”
“Yes Ekaterina, how did he, or she, assault you?”
“Erm, it was a he … a man with a Russian accent and he forced his way into standing next to me on a busy train. He knew my name and then touched me.”
“Touched you?”
Kat sighed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, Marcus, Sir, he touched me. He cupped me between the legs and then left as soon as the train came into the station.”
“He touched you between the legs. You mean he felt your pussy?”
Oh my God! Kat thought to herself, and then replied, “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”
“Your pussy?”
“Yes … Sir, my pussy.” He wanted her to say the word and so she obliged this narcissistic dick-head.
“And did his touch remain outside your clothes.”
“Fucking hell, Marcus, yes of course it did, we were on a tube train!”
“And you didn’t encourage him?”
“Marcus, for fuck’s sake, no, I did not. It was a warning. They are coming for me again, I just know it.”
Devonshire sat back in his seat and nodded. “Yes, Ekaterina, they are. We also have intel chatter that tells us the same. You are very high on the SVR’s most wanted list, and I’m afraid that if we don’t …”
“Jason is away. My dog is staying with Jase’s ex-wife and children, and so I am all alone at the house.”
Marcus smiled and slowly nodded. “I know you are Kat, that’s why I asked you to come and see me once I knew that you were already in the building and as soon as I heard about your, erm, unfortunate experience.”
Unfortunate? For fuck’s sake, this man is an imbecile.
“So, I’m moving you to a safe house with immediate effect.”
“Thank you.” Kat nodded. “May I go home first and …”
“No, sorry Ekaterina, you must go straight away to the address. Other than the security team that will keep watch on you … only you and I will know the location”
“I need Grace Miller to know too.”
“That’s not going to happen Miss Novikova. You know that contravenes all relevant protocols.”
He was right, it did.
“Is everything locked up at home?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “… it is, and alarmed.”
“Good,” Devonshire replied. “I will have a team keep the place under surveillance whilst it is empty in case you are paid a visit there. We need to prove that the Russians are attempting to extradite you, and then we can hit them hard with an international incident.
He pressed a buzzer on his large desk and the door to his office opened as Devonshire’s Personal Assistant appeared.
“Miss Novikova is ready now,” was all he said, before Kat was led away to her new, and hopefully, temporary, life.
To Be Continued …