To the Victor, belong the Spoils
Title: To the Victor, Belong the Spoils
World: Movie - Goldeneye. Ian Fleming’s James Bond.
Characters: Alec Trevelyan and Natalya Simonova
Rating: Mature - Het Erotica - Domination / Submission scenes.
Length: 1,320 words
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan-fiction created for entertainment. It is not the intention of the author to infringe on anyone’s copyright.
Author’s Note: What if Alec Trevelyan didn’t leave Natalya Simonova trapped in the train car with James Bond, but spirited her away with him?
He slid a hand under the line of her jaw caressingly. It was all she could do not to jerk away from him.
“Natalya, isn’t it?”
She remained silent.
“So he hasn’t had you. I am surprised.”
She jerked away from his touch at the taunting amusement in his voice and he chuckled softly.
“You are counting on him to return and rescue you, aren’t you?”
She said nothing.
“Well, he won’t.” He bent close to her like he had done before and kissed her neck, nuzzling gently. “And to the victor, belong the spoils.”
She stifled an exclamation but was unable to prevent the shudder that ran through her. He hands moved to the buttons of her shirt. An involuntary gasp broke from her and she tried to twist away to no avail.
“Let go of me!”
She had to keep calm. Keep still and resistant. Give him no acknowledgement that he was disturbing her. Frightening her. He had fished her out of the train car through a hatch in the roof and she still remembered how tightly she had clung to him as they were whisked upward and away by the helicopter. She prayed James had managed to open up the floor and escape the explosion, for Alec had slammed the hatch shut again once he had lifted her clear.
He was larger. Stronger than she was, and it would be an exercise in futility to try to fight him. He was, like James, a trained killer, and heaven help her, projected the same aura of danger, confidence and power that contrary to all her expectations, she found herself attracted to.
He smiled at her. “We were friends once upon a time, you know, James and I. Comrades. We shared everything, but we were rivals too.”
She swore in her mother tongue. He responded in the same language. She stared, startled. His large hands cradled her face again. “Call me Alec. It was Alexei once upon a time, but that was a long time ago.”
Unable to move her head, she looked away from him. He grinned. She tasted fabulous. Like strawberries, he had taunted his one time partner earlier. He trailed his fingers down her neck to the skin below. Unhooked her bra and cradled her breasts with warm caressing hands. He could feel the fine shivers that ran across her skin at his touch. Arousal or revulsion? Did it really matter? He knew it did. No matter what he told himself. This girl attracted him. That she was one of James’ women, or would have been would make her seduction all the more piquant. He wanted her wrapped around him. Shivering and shuddering around him. Crying out his name as he took her over the edge into ecstasy.
She was straining away from him. He released her suddenly so that she almost fell off the chair. Caught her in his arms easily and tipped her back, revealing the long length of her neck to his greedy lips. He had not tied her hands and they came up now, to clutch at his shoulders. To push him away. She began to struggle. He paused, smiled down at her.
“Uh-uh… behave now, I punish naughty little girls.”
She started to fight him, uttering a short shriek when he lifted her bodily off the chair and then sat down on it with her in his lap. She was at a serious disadvantage. He excited her. Made her blood race. She was cradled in his arms, in the same off balance position he had her previously except that it was not the hard wooden seat of her chair her bottom was on, but hard male flesh. She had lost her shirt and bra in the uneven fight and he was nuzzling and kissing her neck. She could feel her nipples harden, her inner core heat and moisten. Incensed by her reaction, she fought harder.
“Let me go, you bastard!”
“Now, that was really naughty of you to insult my mother so.”
“You probably never had a…”
His turning her over his lap made her lose her trend of thought. Her skirt was flipped up; her panties dragged off her hips and before she realized what he intended, his hard hand had descended on her bare bottom.
She shrieked and struggled to no avail as his hand struck her hard and rhythmically, unyieldingly until she was still, trembling and sobbing quietly. He was removing her skirt, her last vestige of clothing. Beyond a soft mewl of protest; she did nothing but lay quietly over his legs. She could feel his arousal burning the soft flesh of her waist while he spanked her and now, it seemed to brand her. He was caressing her gently. soothing her burning bottom. She moaned as his finger tips traced erotic patterns on her sensitized skin. A finger trailed down her cleft. Reflexively, she crossed her legs, pressing her thighs together. He tried to slide his hand between to urge them apart. She tightened her thighs, then yelped as he struck her smartly with a stinging slap.
“Naughty girl.”
He chastised.
“Behave, now.”
He smoothed his hand down her warm bottom again and urged her legs apart. She obeyed his questing hands, gasped as his fingers found her hot, wet arousal. Cried out involuntarily as they explored her plump, swollen lips and throbbing clitoris. He played her then, stroking, exploring, pressing, delving, first with one finger, then two. Enjoyed her small gasps of pleasure, the way she writhed against him.
Just when she thought she could stand no more, he stopped. She made a small sound of protest and was rewarded with a chuckle as he drew her upright to face him, pulling her legs around his waist. She obeyed his unspoken commands and held herself to him with arms and legs. He kissed her. Tasting the salt tears on her cheeks and lips. Her sweet arousal on her skin as he bent her back. She cried out and arched, shudders running through her body when his lips found a turgid nipple. Made soft sensual sounds as he laved it with his tongue.
She was so responsive to his touch, it was driving him crazy. His hands caressed her bare flesh. Enjoyed the soft smooth skin of her body. Her hands were seeking him as she delved them under his shirt, tearing at it. He obliged her wordless demand, removing his shirt in a tear of buttons. He was glad he had returned for her. James would not have appreciated her, but he would. He moved back to the delight that was her mouth. Subtly tutored her response to his demands. He had to have her soon. Now. It took little to release himself from the confines of zipper and cloth.
Without warning, she found herself filled. A fierce shudder ran through her. He thrust hard and deep. She clutched him tight. Hands, arms, legs and sheath. He moaned. Began to move faster. Then stopped. She almost shrieked in frustration.
“No, no… no! Don’t stop. Please…”
“Alec.” He coached.
“Alec.” She responded. “Don’t stop now…”
He thrust, then stopped.
“Alec.”
He moved again. She moaned from the pleasure. He stopped.
“Alec!”
“That’s right, darling.” He gasped as she tightened around him.
“Alec.”
“Yes.”
He was moving again. Pleasure taking over control.
“Alec!”
She cried out his name with each thrust of his body, her fingers digging into his back, her head thrown back in pleasure. Then she froze. A moment suspended in time then with a keening cry, shattered all around him. With a hoarse shout, he followed her over the edge into ecstasy, his body convulsing as he exploded in her.
Their bodies were melded together, chests heaving as they caught their breaths. He was reluctant to move but he could feel her begin to shiver in the slow aftermath. He wasn’t sure if he could stand.
World: Movie - Goldeneye. Ian Fleming’s James Bond.
Characters: Alec Trevelyan and Natalya Simonova
Rating: Mature - Het Erotica - Domination / Submission scenes.
Length: 1,320 words
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan-fiction created for entertainment. It is not the intention of the author to infringe on anyone’s copyright.
Author’s Note: What if Alec Trevelyan didn’t leave Natalya Simonova trapped in the train car with James Bond, but spirited her away with him?
He slid a hand under the line of her jaw caressingly. It was all she could do not to jerk away from him.
“Natalya, isn’t it?”
She remained silent.
“So he hasn’t had you. I am surprised.”
She jerked away from his touch at the taunting amusement in his voice and he chuckled softly.
“You are counting on him to return and rescue you, aren’t you?”
She said nothing.
“Well, he won’t.” He bent close to her like he had done before and kissed her neck, nuzzling gently. “And to the victor, belong the spoils.”
She stifled an exclamation but was unable to prevent the shudder that ran through her. He hands moved to the buttons of her shirt. An involuntary gasp broke from her and she tried to twist away to no avail.
“Let go of me!”
She had to keep calm. Keep still and resistant. Give him no acknowledgement that he was disturbing her. Frightening her. He had fished her out of the train car through a hatch in the roof and she still remembered how tightly she had clung to him as they were whisked upward and away by the helicopter. She prayed James had managed to open up the floor and escape the explosion, for Alec had slammed the hatch shut again once he had lifted her clear.
He was larger. Stronger than she was, and it would be an exercise in futility to try to fight him. He was, like James, a trained killer, and heaven help her, projected the same aura of danger, confidence and power that contrary to all her expectations, she found herself attracted to.
He smiled at her. “We were friends once upon a time, you know, James and I. Comrades. We shared everything, but we were rivals too.”
She swore in her mother tongue. He responded in the same language. She stared, startled. His large hands cradled her face again. “Call me Alec. It was Alexei once upon a time, but that was a long time ago.”
Unable to move her head, she looked away from him. He grinned. She tasted fabulous. Like strawberries, he had taunted his one time partner earlier. He trailed his fingers down her neck to the skin below. Unhooked her bra and cradled her breasts with warm caressing hands. He could feel the fine shivers that ran across her skin at his touch. Arousal or revulsion? Did it really matter? He knew it did. No matter what he told himself. This girl attracted him. That she was one of James’ women, or would have been would make her seduction all the more piquant. He wanted her wrapped around him. Shivering and shuddering around him. Crying out his name as he took her over the edge into ecstasy.
She was straining away from him. He released her suddenly so that she almost fell off the chair. Caught her in his arms easily and tipped her back, revealing the long length of her neck to his greedy lips. He had not tied her hands and they came up now, to clutch at his shoulders. To push him away. She began to struggle. He paused, smiled down at her.
“Uh-uh… behave now, I punish naughty little girls.”
She started to fight him, uttering a short shriek when he lifted her bodily off the chair and then sat down on it with her in his lap. She was at a serious disadvantage. He excited her. Made her blood race. She was cradled in his arms, in the same off balance position he had her previously except that it was not the hard wooden seat of her chair her bottom was on, but hard male flesh. She had lost her shirt and bra in the uneven fight and he was nuzzling and kissing her neck. She could feel her nipples harden, her inner core heat and moisten. Incensed by her reaction, she fought harder.
“Let me go, you bastard!”
“Now, that was really naughty of you to insult my mother so.”
“You probably never had a…”
His turning her over his lap made her lose her trend of thought. Her skirt was flipped up; her panties dragged off her hips and before she realized what he intended, his hard hand had descended on her bare bottom.
She shrieked and struggled to no avail as his hand struck her hard and rhythmically, unyieldingly until she was still, trembling and sobbing quietly. He was removing her skirt, her last vestige of clothing. Beyond a soft mewl of protest; she did nothing but lay quietly over his legs. She could feel his arousal burning the soft flesh of her waist while he spanked her and now, it seemed to brand her. He was caressing her gently. soothing her burning bottom. She moaned as his finger tips traced erotic patterns on her sensitized skin. A finger trailed down her cleft. Reflexively, she crossed her legs, pressing her thighs together. He tried to slide his hand between to urge them apart. She tightened her thighs, then yelped as he struck her smartly with a stinging slap.
“Naughty girl.”
He chastised.
“Behave, now.”
He smoothed his hand down her warm bottom again and urged her legs apart. She obeyed his questing hands, gasped as his fingers found her hot, wet arousal. Cried out involuntarily as they explored her plump, swollen lips and throbbing clitoris. He played her then, stroking, exploring, pressing, delving, first with one finger, then two. Enjoyed her small gasps of pleasure, the way she writhed against him.
Just when she thought she could stand no more, he stopped. She made a small sound of protest and was rewarded with a chuckle as he drew her upright to face him, pulling her legs around his waist. She obeyed his unspoken commands and held herself to him with arms and legs. He kissed her. Tasting the salt tears on her cheeks and lips. Her sweet arousal on her skin as he bent her back. She cried out and arched, shudders running through her body when his lips found a turgid nipple. Made soft sensual sounds as he laved it with his tongue.
She was so responsive to his touch, it was driving him crazy. His hands caressed her bare flesh. Enjoyed the soft smooth skin of her body. Her hands were seeking him as she delved them under his shirt, tearing at it. He obliged her wordless demand, removing his shirt in a tear of buttons. He was glad he had returned for her. James would not have appreciated her, but he would. He moved back to the delight that was her mouth. Subtly tutored her response to his demands. He had to have her soon. Now. It took little to release himself from the confines of zipper and cloth.
Without warning, she found herself filled. A fierce shudder ran through her. He thrust hard and deep. She clutched him tight. Hands, arms, legs and sheath. He moaned. Began to move faster. Then stopped. She almost shrieked in frustration.
“No, no… no! Don’t stop. Please…”
“Alec.” He coached.
“Alec.” She responded. “Don’t stop now…”
He thrust, then stopped.
“Alec.”
He moved again. She moaned from the pleasure. He stopped.
“Alec!”
“That’s right, darling.” He gasped as she tightened around him.
“Alec.”
“Yes.”
He was moving again. Pleasure taking over control.
“Alec!”
She cried out his name with each thrust of his body, her fingers digging into his back, her head thrown back in pleasure. Then she froze. A moment suspended in time then with a keening cry, shattered all around him. With a hoarse shout, he followed her over the edge into ecstasy, his body convulsing as he exploded in her.
Their bodies were melded together, chests heaving as they caught their breaths. He was reluctant to move but he could feel her begin to shiver in the slow aftermath. He wasn’t sure if he could stand.