Doll •Bucky Barnes•

I Belong To You

Gia took a moment to study Bucky as she made herself comfortable on her couch, he was still dressed in his shirt and tie, though he had removed his suit jacket, his face was turned away from her but his body looked cold and hard.

The muscles in his back begged for her to touch them, he would often tell her that he liked it when she'd smooth her dainty hands across his skin, massaging the knots out of his back and then replacing her hands with a kiss in the same spots.

He was always sure to express his thanks with his exemplary oral skills, which had her mouth dry just thinking about it.

"I wasn't being ridiculous" Bucky said after awhile, his words were clipped, making her grit her teeth. "You and I must have very different definitions of 'ridiculous' then" Gia spat back, as he glared over his shoulder at her, before turning around, his icy blue eyes seeming to chill her. "He wasn't trying to be your fucking friend."

"You think I don't know that?" She seethed "the point is that you acted like a jealous dick!" Gia was raising her voice as she continued to stare at Bucky. "So sorry that I care about my girlfriend!" His voice was dripping with sarcasm and distain.

"It's not about care! It's about ownership!" Gia screamed "you don't own me, Buck." Her voice now hoarse with the volume. Both Bucky and Gia were both panting at this stage, his jaw was clenched, as were Gia's fists. He stepped closer to her and she swallowed as she looked up at him, simultaneously cursing and praising how tall he was.

He took her chin roughly in one hand, tilting it up so that she couldn't look away from him, before leaning in close enough for her to feel his hot breath on her bottom lip.

"You. Are. Mine" he snarled each word and then, he smashed his lips against hers. Gia quickly recovered from her initial shock, trying to push him back when his other free hand took hold of both of her hands. Gia gave in and started kissing him back with the same amount of ferocity and vigour that he was displaying.

He took her bottom lip between his own lips, sucking and nibbling on it until Gia was beyond sure that it was swollen. Bucky dropped his hands from her chin, working his hand under her baggy tee, pulling her so they were chest to chest with each other. Gia's fingers interlocked around his neck, sneaking up to cling to the soft, silky strands of his hair.

His name left her lips as he pulled away, ripping off the tee and taring her bottoms from her, the material now dropping onto the couch in shards. Bucky's teeth grazed her skin, leaving a decent sized hickey in its place along with teeth marks along the skin. "Bucky" Gia complained "everyone's going to see it."

"Good, I hope every fucker does" he huffed, leaving another on her body. Gia knew that it would be absolute hell to try and cover them up, yet, she also knew that the next morning when she'd survey the damage in the bathroom mirror, a small jolt of pleasure would run through her body.

Bucky would probably also insist on analysing every bruise he'd left, admiring how he claimed and marked her for the world to see. His mouth and his hands continued to claim her body as the snap of her underwear being torn off made her gasp quietly, despite it not being the first time Bucky had done it.

Still, the strength and fierceness that this man had, always sent another bout of wetness between her legs, to the point where she was sure she was dripping.

"Hands on the table" he demanded as she followed suit, laying her hot palms against the cool mahogany of her coffee table. He kicked her legs apart, so that she was spread out in front of him. "Who do you belong to?" He asked, his voice was dangerously low. Gia was still vaguely irritated by his actions earlier that night, decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, "nobody."

His hand spanked the right cheek of her ass first. Even though Gia had been anticipating it, it still caught her off guard as to how hard his hand was, making her yelp loudly. "Who do you belong to?" He asked again. "Nobody" she repeated, earning another slap, this time on the left cheek. "Don't fucking play with me Gia" he growled "who do you belong to?"

"Nobody" she said, although she knew she was playing a dangerous game. He surprised her with four continuous slaps, each one producing a sharp sound from his hand as well as her mouth. Gia's resolve was wearing away. "I'm going to ask you one last fucking time" Bucky said "if you don't answer correctly, I will leave you here, wet and unsatisfied so think very fucking carefully before you answer."

His voice was full of dark promises that he would hold, making her reconsider. "Now" he said as his hand smoothed over the sore skin, making her whimper "who the fuck do you belong to?"

"You" Gia said, giving in "I belong to you."

"Good girl" he said, Gia was rewarded with the sound of his belt unbuckling. She could feel him, hard and pressed against her opening one second, then fully sheathed in her another. His pace was fast, rough, but the intoxicating walk down the line of pain and pleasure was one that she adored.

His hands held her waist, his fingers were digging into her so much so that she was sure they'd leave yet another mark. Not that Gia cared anymore, she was more than willing to be handled in whatever way he saw fit, just as long as he kept pounding into her, reaching the sweet spot that only he knew how to do.

No other man had known her body as well as Bucky had. His name was constantly on her lips, one of his hands came around to rub her clit in time with her cries, bringing on an orgasm so overwhelming that she almost didn't hear him curse loudly, spilling into her.

Gia's spent body collapsed onto the table, feeling his hot breath on the back of her neck as he rested a few moments, before pulling out. He moved back, pulling her with him as he dropped onto the couch.

He cradled her in his arms as she continued to try and catch her breath. "Are you convinced that I'm yours?" she murmured as she nuzzled into him. His body still burned hot, while Gia's had become cold.

Bucky didn't say anything as he watched his doll, his eyes wandering over her bitten and bruised shoulder, he could just about make out the perfect red imprint of his hand on her ass as she rested.