Pleasure Remains the Same -Helmut Zemo(eventual winterbaron) x Reader

Untitled Part 5

New York is of course, incredible.

You don't know if the place you're staying is his or not but who cares. It's stunning. The view from the wrap around windows is like something from a movie and you're on cloud nine as you shower in the glass box set in the middle of the marble bathroom.

You wonder —as you lather with an oil that smells like what pictures of Parisian countrysides look like— what "dress shopping" really means when Zemo's in charge of it.

Happily letting the mystery remain, you finish up.

Refreshed and wrapped in a big fluffy towel, you practically bounce back into the bedroom, your mood as light as the music you've got playing through the sound system rigged into the walls or the ceiling, whatever, it's awesome and getting used to this life could be all to easy.

Humming along you start for the luggage stand but stop mid step.

It takes a second for it to register, but Zemo is watching you. Slowly, you look over your shoulder to find him sitting in a chair in front of the floor to ceiling windows, the sky scrapers rising up behind him give the look of a king on his throne.

Flashing a smile you face him feeling a little twinge of excitement. "What are you doing?"

He says nothing, just sits there with his legs crossed, elbows resting on the arms of the chair and his fingers interlaced in the air. It's not the position but the very— very suspicious smile plastered on his face that gets your heart racing.

"There is a box on the bed, go and open it." He tells you.

You glance over spotting the black box and give a little bow of the head which you've noticed you do when you slip into your roll. It's a seamless transition at this point.

The flat square box set at the edge of the massive bed has no label. You haven't got a clue as to what it could be, but when you lift the lid, you're met with something totally unexpected.

Black underwear hidden beneath black tissue paper, and in the packaging beside it, a small oval shaped remote. "What is this?" You ask trying not to sound alarmed.

"Put them on."

You look back over your shoulder chewing at your lip as you fight the urge to demand an answer. Zemo will not tell you twice, so you pluck them up and hold them out looking them over. They are a beautiful sheer black nylon everywhere except the strip between your legs which is cotton. That's not what's got your attention though, its the fact that they are ever so slightly heavier than a regular pair of panties. Rubbing the layered fabric between your fingers you realize there's a little pocket in the crotch with something hard and slightly curved inside. "What's in..."

"Put them on" He says less patient this time.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes (submission requires patience you remind yourself) and step into them, sliding the nylon up your thighs and over your ass.

"Now, bring that part to me." He says nodding at the box.

Your heart is racing as you've got a pretty clear idea of where this is going, but are you ready?

You walk the remote over, handing it to the man —his finger grazing your hand gives you chills— all the while his eyes are fixed on your face. "Now go and stand in front of the bed."

You do and turn to him again, your hands folded in front of you like a nervous school girl because right now thats how you feel.

"Drop the towel."

You pull at the tucked corner and fling the damp towel away letting him see you in nothing but these mysterious underwear and your hair up in a high bun.