In his car you sink into the leather seat, your head a little hazy from your drink and the anticipation. The driver, Oeznik? Is silent as he escorts you and the Baron through the somewhat quiet streets of High Town towards the glowing strip of bars restaurants and clubs.
When you look up at Zemo he's smiling like he's got a secret with his eyes on the road ahead, and you love the way that looks, especially with the fur collar of his coat framing his jaw. He's got his hand on your thigh, his thumb is stroking, tickling just a little.
He must feel your gaze because he turns and looks into your eyes and something passes between you—an understanding perhaps—of what this will quickly become.
Feeling the thrill of your evolving relationship, you look out the window with your own smile thinking back to the conversation had before you left his place, going over the rules and of course your safe words, and signals.
Rapunzel.
That would end everything immediately. You like it, you chose it, it is yours if you need it.
The colors are another reassurance that if it gets too intense, things will end. Green is go, yellow is slow and red is stop.
"And if your mouth is otherwise occupied?" He'd asked, his rough voice like honey in your ear, the juxtaposition never lost on you.
"I'll hum anything from the sound of music"
He'd laughed at that one. Nothing like a frantic rendition of do-re-mi to put a stop to things.
Smiling to yourself, you think about his rules. They are simple, if not a bit overbearing but isn't that the point.
Your submission to him is the secret between you, the secret that makes him look out the window like he is now. Should this go the way you both want it to, it will be the secret acted out in public that makes what happens behind closed doors all the more incredible.
You say the rules to yourself again.
No flirting with other men.
Ask permission for everything.
Never say no to the Baron (the precautionary measures being the only exception).Simple and to the point.
His rules will change the way you act tonight but based on the way your body is responding already, it will be the sort of change you welcome.
And then he turns to you in the car "Before we arrive, I have something to confess"
"What is it?" You ask, hypnotized by his mouth.
"You know that I respect you." He says this as a clear and undeniable fact. He sees the way you accept his words and it makes the look in his eyes soften as he runs the tip of his index finger down your nose and you tuck your chin embarrassed by the way you giggle like a school girl. He can make you cum and make you giddy—the bastard. "You're a strong, brilliant woman." He continues "And after our last few weekends together I know there is no one else I want to do this with. But for me to trust you, and for you to trust me, you must remember your place at all times."
"My place?"
"Yes." He says and lets the pause build suspense. "As mine."
You feel a flutter in your heart and that heat of desire rising from deep in your belly. But you're also confused. "I thought we weren't going to... I mean I thought this was just..."
He gives you that smile, the one you can't decided if you like or not because it's slightly condescending but also it's Zemo. He makes being a smug asshole look so good.
He leans in, just the smallest amount and says softly, "Not in that way. I'm not looking for a relationship." And you see something sad flicker in his eyes, so you pretended not to know about his family.
"What you do Monday to Thursday is up to you, but from Friday to Sunday, I want you as mine completely."
You bite your lip already knowing you want this too, but what does that mean in your real world. What if you meet someone?
You look at him, Baron Helmut Zemo. His slick parted hair, his striking face with the dazzling eyes. You look around at this car and feel the leather against your skin and the fabric of this dress.
Who are you kidding?
Someone else who will spoil you this way while respecting and dare you say, actually liking you for the person you are without asking for anything in return besides what you're willing to give? It'll never happen, and if it does you'll cross that bridge when you come to it. But for now, staying here where it's warm and safe and multiple orgasms fantastic, seems like the best possible choice for you both.
He takes your hand, casually playing with your fingers. "Can you do this?"
You nod.
He looks into your eyes and you see what you're in for. He drops your hand and reaches up, slipping his fingers around your throat squeezing just a little. "Answer me."
"Yes" You feel the way your breath stutters in your chest.
His grip tightens and you instinctively grab his forearm over the coat.
"Yes —what?"
"Yes Baron." You manage and he lets you go with a smile.
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Pleasure Remains the Same -Helmut Zemo(eventual winterbaron) x Reader
FanfictionHelmut Zemo was only supposed to be your weekend escape, but your heart doesn't play by the rules, his or your own. Little did you know just how much your choices would change the course of your life as Zemo's past inevitably catches up with you bot...