A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing

Hightown

My friend Mara helped with this chapter so huge shoutout to her! Ok enjoy!

"Come on, I have a place in Hightown where we can stay." The four of you looked at each other all agreeing that Sharon was someone you could trust. Within an hour all five of you were sitting in an art exhibit that was full of original art created by some of the most famous artists of the past. "You guys need to change, I'm hosting clients in an hour", Sharon led you guys to the back of the exhibit and up some stairs, into a luxury flat that you could only assume was hers. Sam and Bucky began to pick and choose outfits from an open rack of designer cloths set up in the middle of the room. "Now for you, gorgeous, I've got a special outfit for you, let's go to my room." You both walked into her bedroom where she began to gather different articles of clothing from her closet, having an obvious image in mind as to what she was going to put you in. She handed you a blood red lace bustier top, a pair of white fitted slacks, and a set of classic Louis  Vuitton pumps. She left you to get dressed and fix yourself up while she went to talk to the boys. You could hear them mentioning Nagel, and something about getting Sharon pardoned back in America. You walked back out of Sharon's room, ready to join the others, and for the second time that night all eyes were on you. "Wow..." all three boys whispered in unison. "I did a pretty good job right?" "Thank you Sharon for helping us, and of course for letting me wear your amazing clothes, cuz damn girl you got style!" "No problem as long as Sam here gets me that pardon he promised, now I'm going to go ask around about Nagel. You four, try not to get into too much trouble." "Hah trouble", zemo said with a smirk as he drained the last bit of the whisky that was in his glass. You all headed down stairs where music was now blasting and people from all over the world were dancing and drinking and all together soaking in the euphoric atmosphere. You followed Sam and Bucky to the bar in desperate need for a drink after the sobering events of Lowtown. "Two shots of vodka please" "you're really lookin for a good time tonight huh?" Sam asked with a smirk. "I'm a super soldier remember? It's gonna take a lot more than two shots to get me drunk". You downed your shots and stood with your back resting against the bar assessing the crowd of sweaty bodies around you. Your eyes traveled from person to person not focusing on anyone in particular, until they landed on Zemo. You knew Zemo had been a dad at one point in his life but you never expected him to dance like one. The suave man with the silver tongue was currently pumping his fist against his chest without a care in the world. You couldn't help but chuckle at how awkward he looked compared to everyone around him. You had decided enough was enough and sauntered your way over to him. "As much as I don't like you Zemo, I have decided I can no longer stand by and let you embarrass yourself" you gave him a small smirk and nudged his shoulder in a playful way, not quite sure of what you were doing. "Haha thank you, if I'm being honest I haven't been to anything like a party in years", he seemed to lighten up a bit as you two joked back and forth. Within a matter of a few songs the mood quickly shifted from one of lighthearted fun into something much more sexual. The tension between you two was higher than it had ever been, you were practically ready to fall to your knees right in the middle of the dance floor, but instead you decided to try and keep your wits about you and channel that energy into dancing with him, at least for the time being. You sauntered closer to him and began to wrap your arms loosely around his neck, then your hands traveled down his chest at a painstakingly slow rate. The music kept getting the better of you, making you want to risk more and more. You turned around and began to rub up against Zemo's front as you were grinding to the music. You could hear subtle yet delicious growls coming from him as your dancing became more intense. You slowly lifted your arms above your head and began to twine your hands into his hair as he slowly stroked down your arms causing every one of your hairs to stand on edge. His hands continued to travel down your arms and onto your hips where he guided you further into him and set the pace for your swaying. Your breath hitched as you could feel his member pressed against your ass as you danced on him. It was becoming increasingly hard to keep your arousal to yourself and not simply drag Zemo by his arm back up to the flat. Then one of his hands began to travel lower past your hip and on to your stomach just above where you wanted him to touch you most. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder and he took the opportunity to plant a kiss onto your pulse point. The minute his lips met your sensitive and longing skin you couldn't help but let out a breathy moan that only he would be able to hear. You turned your head to look at his face through hooded and lust filled eyes. He looked down at you with nothing but admiration and desire on his face. He placed his for-finger under your chin and as he lifted your face up to his you were suddenly snapped back to reality by someone spilling an ice cold drink onto your front. "What the fuck?!" You looked at who had spilled the drink, "Bucky! What the hell was that for?" "It looked like you two needed to cool off" he said with hatred laced on his tongue. "Oh fuck you!" You slapped him straight across the face and went upstairs no longer in the mood to continue with the party.
You quickly rushed into the bathroom of the room Sharon was letting you stay in to find a towel and began to dab off what you could only hope was water, because anything else was sure to stain these gorgeous clothes. After about five minutes of vigorously trying to dry Sharon's clothes you stopped to take them off and hang them up to dry. You were left standing in the bathroom in only your bra and panties sitting on the side of the bathtub thinking about everything that had just happened downstairs. It pissed you off to no end that Bucky obviously didn't trust your judgment, but at the same time your judgment had been getting blurrier when it came to Zemo.
You took a deep breath and decided to run yourself a shower. You turned the water on, now angry and extremely sexually frustrated. As you were about to hop in you heard someone entering the flat, you assumed it was Sharon and called out to her, "Hey I'm just about to hop in the shower, I hope it's ok that I took the liberty of finding the towels and everything." "I'm sure she wouldn't mind", you jumped around to see Zemo standing in the bathroom door staring at you as if he were about to devour you where you stood. "Holy shit Zemo you scared that crap out of me. What are you doing here?" "Well I simply came up to check on you, but now considering the state you're in, I don't think I'll be leaving to return to the party any time soon" you were confused for a moment before you realized the fact that you were currently stood in front of him clad only in your underwear, you blushed trying to move around him in order to reach the towel you had hanging near the door. Zemo quickly stepped in front of you. "Umm Zemo can I please get my towel." "Why? You're not wet yet, are you?" You stood there with your mouth open, not exactly sure how to respond to that, now becoming hyper aware of your growing arousal that was pooling in your panties. "Mmmm I love the way you blush for me Haustier" as he was speaking to you he took a few steps closer, causing you to instinctually take a few steps back until the back of your leg hit the side of the tub. He continued to walk towards you until his chest was mere centimeters from yours. You looked up at him through your eyelashes waiting for whatever was about to happen next. Your breath had become heavy and the intensified rise and fall of your breasts was made ever more apparent by your lack of a top and Zemo definitely seemed to notice. You were now almost fully sat on the edge of the bathtub, grasping at the edge to balance yourself. Zemo leaned down with his weight resting on one arm which he placed on the tub next to yours, he brought his mouth to your ear and in a tone filled with desire he asked "may I kiss you". You weren't sure how to respond so instead you pulled his face to yours and connected your lips in a fervent kiss. The kiss was heated and sloppy but neither of you cared.
His free hand landed nestled in the back of your head while yours wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to you. He tasted of expensive whisky and smelt like cologne.
He pulled your hair causing your head to roll back all whilst gently biting your bottom lip. You let out a moan that seemed to have been trapped in the back of your throat all night. Zemo let out a ruff growl "God I love how responsive you are for me", he moved his lips down to your neck nipping and kissing at your pulse point and moving his way down until he reached your chest. Zemo quickly turned the shower off, not wanting to waste water, and returned to ravishing your chest with kisses. You arched your back, pressing your chest further into his soft lips. He snaked one of his hands delicately up your body and cupped one of your breasts, twiddling his thumb around your nipple causing it to pebble under his finger. You bit your lip trying to conceal your moans not wanting to show quite how much of an effect he was having on you, when all of a sudden he stopped. He looked at you slowly and growled "My dear there is no point in holding back your sounds because either way by the end of this I'll have you screaming my name as if it were the only word you know". Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before and you could feel your arousal start to drip down your leg as he dove in for another kiss. Slowly his hand began to travel to your other breast causing you to gasp which allowed his tongue entry into your mouth, you moaned at the taste of him, now wanting him more than ever before. He began to progress one of his hands further down your body until it met your core.
"I want to hear you beg, my darling." His voice laced with need and authority. "W-what" you were caught off guard by his tone, was this actually happening? "You heard me darling, beg for me". "Zemo, I'm not going to beg you to-" as you were about to finish that sentence he swiftly rubbed his finger up your center, gently tapping your clit. Your eyes circled to the back of your head as you gasped at his touch. "Look at you all wet, and I've barely even touched you" He smirked devilishly.
"Z-zemo" you gasped as he continued to stroke you, running his finger gently under the hem of your underwear teasing at the annoying fact that they were still on. "Damn it Zemo, I need you" Your words were coming out breathy as you tried to keep your focus. "Tell me what you want darling, tell me what you need" "I need you touching me, Zemo. I'm begging" Your eyes lock with his. "Do you want me to touch you with my fingers or my tongue my dear?" "I need both" you replied, actually begging him now, the hold this man held over you kept growing with every touch he placed on your skin. "Mmm well you're greedy aren't you" he lowered himself between your legs and he tucked his fingers underneath the hem of your panties tugging them down your legs and tossing  them somewhere on the floor. Gently he lifted your legs over his shoulders and moved his hands to cup your waist to make sure you wouldn't slip or squirm away. Slowly he lowered his head to your core, tightening his grip on your waist inches away from you. You could feel his warm breath still laced with liquor, just before he pulled away letting the cool air hit your heated center sending a shiver pulsing through your spine. Slowly he started to kiss up the inside of your thighs, making sure to leave a few marks along the way. "Zemo, please" You looked down at him as he looked up with a devious look in his eyes. You ran your hands through his hair and tugged at it slightly, evoking a growling moan out of him. He nipped at your thigh before finally returning back to your core. He softly placed his lips to your clit, lightly sucking on your bundle of nerves conjuring a loud moan from you as you closed your fist in his hair. Slowly he began to lick at your center, teasing you at your opening. He slid one hand down your side and gently over your thigh. "I need to feel you now". Slowly he inserted one finger into you curling it just right so that it hit the perfect spot causing you to arch your back and involuntarily grind against his hand. He softly moaned into your core sending waves of pleasure to wash over your body. Slowly he inserted another finger, causing another chain reaction of pleasure to course through you. "You're so tight around my fingers, love". He began to pump his fingers in and out slowly, hitting your pleasure point every time. As he connected his mouth back to your clit you could feel your orgasm building. Your moans gained volume as zemo gradually sped up his hands and used his thumb to gently trace circles around your bundle of nerves. "Zemo, please, it's too much." You managed to say in between moans."I know you can take it" he said with a darkness to his tone. "I'm gonna cum" you gasped as you threw your head back. "Good girl, I want to taste you when you do". With that you came undone, your orgasam ripped through your body, igniting your chest with loud, full moans and breathy obscenities. Your body shook as zemo licked up every ounce of your release.
You sat there catching your breath as Zemo got back on his feet. He let out a soft chuckle as he leaned in to kiss you, you could taste yourself on his lips causing you to deepen the kiss. Feeling more comfortable around him now, your confidence grew. You slowly began to tug at his belt. You could see his member straining against his pants. Tentatively you palmed at his erection, eliciting a deep groan from Zemo as his head lulled back, obviously enjoying the attention. You adored the way he sounded, his moans lighting a fire inside you that traveled directly down to your core. Quickly, you finished undoing his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the ground. His thin boxers gave you a better idea as to how big he really was.
You hooked your fingers under the elastic of his underwear, leisurely playing with the hem while you looked up at him with teasing eyes. Slowly you lowered his boxers to meet his pants on the floor. Your gaze traveled down to his throbbing member. He was above average in both length and girth, you could only imagine how he would feel inside of you, no doubt stretching you. By now you had been staring at him with a gaping mouth, deep in your lustful thoughts of what was to come. "My dear if you don't start putting that pretty mouth of yours to use, I might just have to do it myself." His tone was thick and ruff, he was obviously just as frustrated as you were. You could feel yourself growing just as, if not more aroused than before, your core becoming wet with your lust. You looked him in the eyes, taking his shaft in your hands. You gradually began to pump him all whilst watching him writhe in pleasure from your simple touch. You decided to amp things up a little bit and began to lick a long strip up the underside of his cock, taking your time along the way. "On your knees right now, get on the floor and open that mouth" his commands came out quickly one after the other, flowing out of him like smooth liquor pouring out of a bottle. You loved the way he told you what to do, so you slid off the side of the tub and on to your knees in front of him with your mouth wide open, waiting for him to use you in whatever way he saw fit. "Get to work my dear" he said as he wrapped his hand in your hair. You used his thighs for balance as you took his cock in your hand, gently lapping up the precum that was leaking from his tip. He groaned as his grip in your hair tightened. Finally you began to take his head into your mouth, softly swirling your tongue around him causing him to release a deep sensual moan. You chuckled as you released him from your mouth with a pop. You enjoyed being submissive, but at the same time watching him squirm in your hands was too good to pass up; the way his eyes rolled in the back of his head, or how his entire chest tightened when you licked at just the right spot was enough to almost drive you to the edge. You slowly, seductively began to take more of him into your mouth, placing your hand around the parts of him that you couldn't take. You hollowed out your cheeks around him as you bobbed your head up and down on his length with your hand circling him in a counterclockwise motion. Zemo was no longer trying to hold back any of his noises, his moans becoming deep and heavy. You flattened your tongue so that it ran up and down his shaft as you bobbed your head. His grip in your hair got tighter as he tugged your mouth off of him, "I'm going to finish in your mouth if you don't stop, and believe me as beautiful as that would be, now is not the time, Haustier". You smiled up at him knowing that you had done well, and slowly began to stand up.
As you tried to stand your legs wobbled, still not fully recovered from your orgasam earlier. Zemo chuckled at your struggle, knowing that he was the cause of it. You stood there in front of him looking at him with needy eyes. He picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, kissing him deeply and passionately. His fingers dug into your hips as you deepened the kiss pressing your hands into his hair and slipping your tongue into his mouth. He slid one hand up and down your back as the other tightly gripped your ass. You moaned onto his lips, loving the feel of his skin on yours. Slowly he walked you back into the room Sharon was letting you stay in and stopped in front of the bed. All of a sudden you felt his hand release from under you as he threw you onto the bed with his full strength. You hit the soft duvet with gentle yelp and watched as he began to  slowly and confidently stride over to you and gently crawl on top of you. He held himself above you with his weight balanced on one hand that was placed next to your head as his other hand began to lightly travel up and down the side of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Gently he leaned down to place a feverish kiss on your lips and continued to place soft kisses all the way down your neck until he reached your sweet spot where your neck and shoulder connected. There he bit down a little bit, you whimpered as he left his mark on you. You slid your nails gently over his back making sure to leave stripes of varying shades of red all the way down his back. He continued to kiss down to your chest, leaving love marks trailing almost every inch of free skin on your breast. His mouth felt warm and wet along your sensitive skin. He paused for a moment letting the cold hit your previously very warm skin, causing you to sharply inhale at the sudden change of temperature. He searches your eyes for a second before steadily beginning to trail his fingers towards the inside of your thigh. Finally he reaches the spot you're wanting him to touch the most as he traces the outside of your heat. He then gently inserts both his middle and ring finger inside of you, you could feel the muscles and tendons of his hand working as he fingered you. He gently spread his fingers inside of you, preparing you for him. You let out a small whine as he retracted his fingers from you. He rested his hand under your and you took his fingers into your mouth, sucking any remnants of your center off him.
Tenderly he took his hand from your mouth and lowered it to spread your legs further apart, allowing him more access to you. "Goddamnit Zemo, I need you in me now." You say while giving him a needy look. "Getting needy are we now?" he teased "Zemo please". As you said that Zemo lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed into you. You both let out desperate gasps as he bottomed out. You hissed as you tried to adjust to his size, arching your back and moaning with pleasure. He watched you squirm under him tilting his head back. You loved seeing this look of pure pleasure on his face and the way his eyes beamed with attraction. After a minute or so of getting used to his size you gave him a slight nod letting him know that you were ok. Then he slowly started to draw back out of you until only his tip was settled inside of you and then he pushed back in, pulling a deep moan from the both of you. He repeated his actions over and over again, steadily increasing the pace. As he continued your grip on his back tightened. After a few more thrusts he slowly took hold of one of your calves lifting it onto his shoulder, and then he placed your other leg in the crease of his elbow allowing him to enter you deeper. You gasped at the new sensation of him hitting that perfect spot within you with every stroke. You could feel the pressure slowly growing in your lower stomach as he gained speed holding eye contact with you. "Fuck, Zemo I'm close" you let out as you felt your orgasam growing. "Not yet" he said with a devilish smile plastered on his lips. Your breaths were rapped and shallow as he continued to speed up making it harder and harder for you to follow his commands. " Z-zemo" You moaned as you began to deepen your nails in his back, your entire body tingling with immense pleasure. He didn't respond, instead he simply lowered one of his hands between you two and attached it to your clit. You let out short little whimpers as you tried your best to hold back your release, your eyes fluttering to the back of your head, your body practically shaking from the overstimulation. You could tell he was getting close to his release because his thrusts became quicker and sloppier, his moans became louder and his breaths got  heavier. You could feel his cock begin to pulse and swell inside you. His chest glistening with a coat of sweat and his hand began to quicken on your clit pushing your limit. "Now, I want you to cum for me Haustier, I want to feel you as release on me" his words mixed with his thrusts, and the continual pressure being applied to your clit was more than enough to push you over the edge. You screamed as you felt your relief rip through you in the strongest orgasam you'd ever had, your legs shook and every inch of your body was filled with the burning fire that released within you. The pulsing of your walls around him was enough to push Zemo over the edge as well and with a few more thrusts he spilt his warm release inside of you, he moaned your name as he came. Hearing the sound of his deep, growl of a moan made you pull him onto you and moan his name softly into his lips with a dark kiss.
After a few minutes Zemo finally pulled out of you, getting up to retrieve a damp washcloth from the bathroom. When he was in the bathroom he turned around to assess the damage you had done to his back, it was red and sprinkled with cuts and beads of blood. He came back out with the warm washcloth and went to clean you up, after he was done with cleaning you, he handed you the washcloth "My dear would you be so kind as to clean up the damage you did on my back?" you looked at him shocked "D-damage? wha-" as you were about to finish your question he turned his back to you showing off the inflamed streaks of red that covered his back. "Oh my god Zemo, I'm so sorry I-I-I must've lost control of my strength a bit, I'm so so-", He raised a single finger to your lips as he turned to look you in your eyes, "My love there is nothing to apologize for, the marks will serve as a good reminder of this night, and I appreciate a little pain with my pleasure." He smirked softly and turned back around so that you could clean up the soft skin of his back that had been laced with tinges of red and pink. As gently as you could you placed the white washcloth against his back and dabbed at the wounds, causing him to wince. You cringed, hating the idea that you were the cause of his pain, you had always tried to use your strength at 30% capacity so whenever you used more than that it always struck a match of fear in you. You kissed at the scratches and already formed scabs you had left, then gently placed soft kisses on the scars you saw on the backs of his arms making your way around his body to the front of his chest. You straddled his lap kissing at each pre-existing scar you could find, until slowly you took his hands in yours and kissed at the tips of each one of his fingers. Carefully he laid down with you on his chest, his fingers lightly tracing nonexistent shapes along the small of you back and the side of your waist instinctually. The soft caress of his fingers and the lull of his steady heartbeat coerced you into a deep and content sleep.