Chapter 3: Rising Action
James Bond is captured by Auric Goldfinger and us bound to a metal table with a laser.
Goldfinger had no intention of killing him. After all, he had grander plans for 007.
"You're going to play a crucial role in my operation, Mr. Bond," Goldfinger said, stroking his sharp chin. "Oh, I'd wager a bet on it, wouldn't you, if we had something on the line?"
Bond wanted to respond with a snarky retort, but he held his tongue. There was a legacy to uphold, after all.
He took off In James' tuxedo exposing his chest.
James Bond: You expect me to talk?
Auric Goldfinger: I expect you to fuck.
He started to lick James' chest and nipples with his tongue.
007 closed his eyes, trying to understand the situation.
"I said, I expect you to fuck," Goldfinger repeated, undoing the zipper of his trousers.
"You can't be serious," Bond said.
"I assure you, I am quite serious," Goldfinger replied, revealing his excitement.
"You'll regret this," Bond threatened, but Goldfinger only chuckled.
"Oh, I doubt it," he whispered, moving his hands onto James' thighs.
"This is going to be most pleasurable, I assure you."
Bond tried to struggle, his mind racing, but he couldn't move as Goldfinger began to caress him intimately, the weight of the situation sinking in.
He knew he had to distract Goldfinger somehow, to break out of his grasp and turn the tables. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and forced out a moan.
Goldfinger smirked, thinking he had finally broken Bond's will. "Ah, so you've changed your mind.
I knew you'd come around," Goldfinger murmured, leaning over James in full control.
"I'm not changing my mind. I'm just playing along," Bond hissed, before forcing himself to relax and pretend to get lost in the moment.
Goldfinger's grip on him tightened, a sense of urgency in his touch. Bond had to think fast.
He continued with his charade, giving in to every touch and sensation until he could feel Goldfinger's guard dropping. It was now or never.
Bond drew his legs up, using his strength to flip Goldfinger onto his back. He quickly disentangled himself from the ropes and used them to bind Goldfinger's wrists to the table.
Bond took a moment to catch his breath, relieved to have regained control. "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?" he said, looking down at Goldfinger.
Goldfinger chuckled, unperturbed. "You are impressive, Mr. Bond. I must hand it to you.