Novel & Cerita James Bond Bubblegum Character

He pulled the sleeves of his shirt below his elbows and grabbed a suitcase. He put the suitcase on the bed and opened it. There were used tools to play his fetish all along. James took a scarf and walked over to the girl, then covered her eyes and tied the scarf behind her head. "What's your name?" asked James as he tied her up. "Gina..." moaned the girl. "Hi, Gina. I'm Mr. J." "Mr. J..." she moaned more. James smirked at her. "If it hurts too much, say it. But the more you hurt, I love it more, got me?" James gritted and the girl nodded.

I just am. The last one of the three seemed a bit younger than them but only by a year maybe if not a couple of months. I think my lips parted a bit when I saw him considering he looked a fucking lot like me compared to the rest. He hard the same black hair with his straight instead and it flowed down to his ears. He had the exact same ice blue eyes as me which I've noticed I share with the others as well. He looked positive as fuck with an ear-to-ear grin. I noticed a smiley face tattoo on his neck as well. I'm calling him... bubbles. Yea, who cares if it's a childish temporary name. I was brought back to earth when Luciano cleared his throat from beside me, grabbing everyone's attention an

" Bellamy, you don't ever use your powers in public. We're not in the royal palace of Crusta anymore. " " Argh! " " Either you take your coffee that way or you leave it. " He smirked and walked away. " You can have it, Tyson. I'm not interested. " She said and he willingly took the cup from her. " Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A girl who dressed half naked said as she blew her bubble gum but no one paid attention to her. " I guess I'm talking to ghosts now. How about I make you dumb?"

She gives me a film star smile. "How about a soak in the tub," says James. "Great idea. Charlotte, red, white or cava?" ***** Ten minutes later, up to our chests in warm water and foam, I fill the flutes, passing them across. "'Scuse me a mo," says Charlotte, then slides under the surface. She rises again a few seconds later, snorting bubbles. "How do you feel now?" I ask. James tips his glass to me, smiling, but he doesn't speak. Then, his lids drooping, he looks away.