A spy had to listen. A spy had to learn. Jane Bound, British special agent Eta, was the best there was. No one listened better. No one learned better.

That is what her target, suspected terrorist Alef Domme, had been telling her for the last several minutes. His soft, soothing voice mixing with the vodka martini in her belly and showing her the way forward. It felt so good to let her eyes slip shut and float on his words. Listen to his voice. Learn from his voice.

Bound was so good at listening because it turned her on. It aroused her. She groaned in agreement. Bound was so aroused. Feeling the cool air on her left nipple made everything feel even better.

Bound was good at learning because she knew it was a conversation. She knew when she had to give information to get information. Knowing that she had to tell Domme exactly how much MI69 knew about his–

No! Bound struggled to wake from the torpor that draped her limbs.

The slightest pressure of Domme’s fingers on Bound’s throat made her head swim. She should learn not to resist any more. Resistance made her feel bad.

Bound wanted to learn how to feel good. His voice told her so.

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