It took a while for them
to work their way to the bedroom. Pepper, Tony knew, was still shy
about initiating things, and frankly he enjoyed re-seducing her from
the front door and into the house. First came the kisses, then down
came her hair, free from whatever bun or band she might be wearing.
Tony could slip her out of her jacket by the end of the foyer, always
aware of her capacity to do the same to him, and bit by bit the two of
them would usually leave a clear trail of discarded clothing all the
way to the newly redecorated master bedroom.
Gone was the California king bed and minimalist furniture, replaced by
a regular king and an ocean theme in cool blues and pale greens that
complemented the spectacular full wall windows to the sea.
The windows were slightly tinted to filter out the heat of the day and
to keep their privacy; Pepper had insisted out of natural modesty. At
the moment the sun was just beginning to set and the brilliant hues of
orange, gold and red were lighting up the western horizon, spilling
across the glittering water.
Neither Pepper nor Tony noted the beautiful view outside as they spun
into the room, arms entwined, kissing urgently, the two of them far
more focused on each other than their surroundings. They’d
been lovers for only a few months now, and Tony still was just as
impatient as their first joyful, magic night; just as rough on her
clothes as well.
“Stop pulling!” she laughed in frustration.
“Stop wearing difficult things to get out of!” he
shot back, nibbling her neck as he struggled to undo the buttons of her
blouse. “Easy access—ever hear of it,
Potts?”
“I need . . .” she argued between kisses,
“to look . . . professional . . . NOT . . . slutty.”
“Beg . . . to differ,” Tony growled back,
“Slutty . . . is IN.”
Pepper laughed at that and pressed her hands on either side of the arc
reactor on his chest, pushing him back towards the edge of the bed.
“You know what, Mr. Stark? If you want me to tie you up, then
you’d better get used to following directions right now. Sit, and be
patient.”
This was delivered in a soft, amused and slightly commanding tone; Tony
bounced on the edge of the mattress, slightly stunned but clearly
intrigued as well. He folded his hands on his lap and looked exactly
like a boy sitting outside the principal’s office.
Pepper drew in a breath and quickly undid her blouse, setting it neatly
on the top of the blanket chest near the door. “All right
then.”
“Wow,” Tony murmured watching her. “I can
actually state that this is hot. What does that say about me?”
“Ah. No talking,” Pepper told him, feeling a warm
little thrill when he clamped his mouth shut. The sight of one of the
world’s most powerful men struggling not to squirm gave her a
flush of confidence, and Pepper mentally thanked Jarvis for the
articles he’d found for her on bondage.
Maybe this was
going to work.
Pepper stepped into the bathroom, letting her voice carry as she did
so. “Stay put, and I will be out to deal with you in
one minute.”
“Jesus,” came the low whimper. Pepper smirked at
her reflection in the huge mirror, reaching for the lingerie drawer on
her side of the vanity. Carefully she finished undressing, fished out
the filmy black teddy and slipped it on, smoothing her hands on the
little pink bows that ran down the sides. It was not her sort of
garment at ALL, Pepper knew—too overtly erotic for the most
part—but she suspected the very shock of it would take Tony
by surprise.
At least, that was what her quick research had indicated.
Pepper swept her hair up into a quick French Twist, clipped it, and ran
a tube of hot brick colored lipstick on her mouth, trying not to let
her nervousness show through. She’d faced down board rooms,
irate heads of state and even the Vice President of the United States
at one point—tying Tony Stark up should be a piece of cake
after that.
When Pepper stepped out of the bathroom and stood there, Tony found
himself unable to speak for a long moment. It wasn’t that he
didn’t have things to say; given what Pepper was almost wearing
along with the hot-eyed stern expression on her face, Tony was sure if
he opened his mouth he’d be babbling like a complete idiot.
Mostly because he was
a complete idiot. All the synapses in his brain had fried away at the
sight of her in a black lacy La Perla teddy, those incredible legs of
hers showcased in ways that should have been outlawed in several states.
His jaw slackened, and Tony was sure he would drool if he
didn’t clamp it closed again. He blinked rapidly, and kept
his hands in his lap now for camouflage.
Pepper put her hands on her hips; the gesture tightened the teddy
across her elegant chest as she did so. “So. Did you
move?”
He managed to find his voice, rasp that it was. “Um, no. Not
unless you count personal hydraulics.”
That nearly got a smirk out of her, but Pepper Potts had one of the
best poker faces in the state. She lifted her chin imperiously and let
her gaze slide over him in a way that had Tony quivering.
Really. It was . . . intense.
“I don’t believe you,” she told him in a
flat tone. “You can get away with that flippant crap the rest
of the time, Anthony, but don’t you dare try it with
me.”
Tony froze. Pepper had never EVER spoken to him this way, and for a
moment his anger rose up, but she strode over to him, pressing up
against his knees and the warm scent of her perfume and musk left him
just a tiny bit dizzy.
She reached down, caught his chin and tipped his face up, her lips
barely brushing his. “Is this what you want?”
Pepper demanded in a whisper.
He swallowed, hard. “Yes.”
“Say it again, Anthony.”
“Yes,” he replied quickly. Pepper let her fingers
slide from his chin to his hair and pulled it; not enough to hurt, but
enough to get his attention.
“The answer should have been ‘Yes,
Mistress’. I’m disappointed in you.
You’re usually smarter than this, Anthony,” Pepper
sighed.
Tony’s jaw worked for a quick second, and he blinked again,
the rush of heat and confusion disorienting for the moment. Where was
his sweet gentle lover and who was
this cold, erotic bitch?
“Yes Mistress,” he mumbled. Pepper dropped her hand
into his lap, sliding between his fingers to stroke the prominent bulge
rising along his fly, and Tony gave a little groan.
Damn. Score one for the cold erotic bitch.
Pepper’s hand slid up from his crotch to his chest, and she
stepped back, licking her lips.
Oh THAT did evil things to him. Tony wanted to lick his lips. He wanted
to lick her lips. He wanted to lick HER, starting at her toes and
ending at her hairline.
The problem was, this was too fascinating to quit. Pepper was taking
this request of his far more seriously than he ever thought she would,
and Tony had to admit that he was painfully hard now.
“Take your clothes off, Anthony and don’t keep me
waiting.”
“Ooohyeah. Um, Mistress,” he added quickly, rising
to undo his belt and get naked.
Pepper moved around him, mostly to work off the flutters in her stomach
and keep from showing her nervousness. So far Tony was playing along
perfectly; given his responses, this truly was a thrill for
him, and the tender part of her was pleased to be able to make him
happy.
The other odd feeling inside her though was harder, much harder to
admit to, and Pepper tried not to think about it at the moment.
You like it,
came the treacherous little thought and she pushed it aside. It popped
up again as she took the clothes from Tony’s outstretched
hands and carelessly threw them to the floor. You are getting hot yourself at
ordering him around.
She pointed to the middle of the bed, and kept as serious a face as
possible. Tony hung on her every gesture, and shifted immediately,
spreading his arms wide.
“I’m all yours,” he rumbled, dark eyes
bright.
Pepper hesitated, thinking back on what she’d read.
To keep the upper hand,
do the unexpected.
“Oh yes you are,” Pepper told him, and moved to
deftly wrap one of the Velcro bindings around his left ankle. Tony
propped himself up on his elbows, clearly puzzled, but not protesting
as she fastened the other end to the post of the footboard. Then Pepper
did the same to his right ankle, taking her time to make sure the
bindings were secure.
“Snug,” he muttered, looking a bit more wary now.
Pepper reached over and gave his erection a quick stroke; it bobbed in
her hand. Tony smiled, and Pepper shifted to reach for his hands.
“You need to learn to keep these to yourself,” she
told him, and wrapped his wrists, binding them together and tugging the
bond tightly. Tony lay back, his naked body tense now, the smile gone
from his face.
“Whoah. Okay, getting nervous—”
“Shhhhh---” Pepper leaned over to kiss him. She
kept kissing him until she felt him relax a bit, and then stroked his
hair back from his face. She nipped his lips and let one hand slide
down his bare stomach. “I think you need more patience,
Anthony. You can’t always have things quickly, you know.
Sometimes things have to be . . . . slow.”
“Slow . . .” he repeated thickly as her hand
encircled his cock, lightly caressing it. Pepper gave a sweet little
laugh, utterly amused at how dazed he looked right now, naked, flushed,
hands bound and resting against his arc reactor.
“Slow,” she repeated, hearing the voice in her head
again.
Yep, getting off on
this, I’m afraid. Payback is sweet.
Forty minutes later, and Tony Stark was going out of his mind.
This wasn’t like anything he’d experienced before,
and he knew he’d done a lot in his lifetime. Certainly much
more than Potts, and yet here
He
Was
Going
Fucking
Apeshit.
He groaned, hips rocking. Pepper laughed.
“Ah-ah. No hurry, Anthony. We like it slooooow,
don’t we?”
“Jesus,” was all he could gasp. The slick sounds of
lubricant and her little hum echoed in his head. He looked down, past
his bound hands and saw again the rich, sweet evil going on between his
thighs.
Pepper sat on the edge of the bed, out of reach, the teddy giving him
one hell of an eyeful, and she was stroking his cock, her slender hands
and long fingers wrapped around his turgid shaft, moving slowly along
the length. When Tony tried to push his hips up and drive himself into
her hand, she lightened her grip until he relaxed his ass against the
mattress once more.
Then she’d speed up, making it damned good, and right before
he could come, Pepper would loosen her grip. She’d play with
the head, she’d finger the thick veins, and then slowly,
achingly slowly start stroking again.
His forehead was sweaty. “God, pleeeeease------”
Pepper looked up at him, her expression sweetly concerned.
“Oh. Do you want to come?”
“Um, fuck YES.”
“Ah, you didn’t say
‘Mistress’,” came the chide, and she
shifted to lightly tease his balls. “I guess you
don’t really want a nice strong, gushing orgasm
yet---”
“Christ in a sidecar, I swear when I get free I’m
going to screw you into next month . . . Mistress,” Tony
growled, “Seriously, I’m dying
here!”
Pepper mock-sighed and let her fingers encase him again. “All
swollen and angry . . . maybe it is
time—” she admitted, and began to caress him again,
this time with deliberately firm strokes.
Tony sighed, rocking his hips up, matching her rhythm, his low-throated
growls building to match his pleasure. “Oh yeah, yeah just
like that . . . oh God, Pepper honey, ohhhhhhh—”
He couldn’t stop talking, but the hunger was so hard now, so
demanding, and the way Pepper’s hands played with him, slick
and warm . . . Tony felt the rising pleasure through his balls, the
sullen inevitable rush of orgasm flaring through his hips and erupting
from his outraged cock, spraying thickly upwards in ropey strings as he
panted, stomach rock-hard, arc reactor glowing brightly as he strained
against his bonds. “Hunnhhhhhh!”
The semen splattered along his hips and thighs, but Tony was too lost
in the release to notice; he slumped back against the damp mattress
under him, breathing deeply, eyes closing.
“Ahfuuuuuuuuuck---”
He felt Pepper untie him, but didn’t look up, preferring to
stay limp for the moment, utterly drained now. When she undid his
wrists, he flexed them, then slipped his arms around her and pulled
Pepper on top of him, his hands sliding down the thin silk of her
teddy, feeling the heat of her skin through it. “I love
you.”
She tensed, and he understood why; Pepper still had a hard time hearing
it, even now. Tony gave a weak chuckle and opened his eyes, putting on
hand behind his head. “Okay, two things. Scale of one to ten,
I’d put this little encounter at roughly about a seven
thousand thirty-two. Secondly, I owe you as big an O as you just gave
me, oh Mistress mine. Just give me a little recovery time,
okay?”
Pepper laughed. “Nice try, but you’re not tying me
up. I’m not into kinky things, Mr. Stark.”
“You lie, Ms. Potts; you lie like a berber carpet.
Don’t give me that prim and innocent look, noooo, not after
putting an entire bottle of Lube of Your Life to work on my poor abused
member. Speaking of which, I have great hopes for Stark Industries,
Naked. What do you think—want the controlling interest in
stock options at the ground level here?”
Pepper bent her head to nibble his earlobe. “Certainly. As
long as we can set aside regular R and D sessions for product quality
assurance.”
“I LOVE it when you talk smutty business to me,”
Tony told her, and rolled them over for further negotiations.
End
