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

Continued 7

"I suppose you could say I've had to get creative with my plans for you. I know that pain is something you can't respond to in ways that she can." Zemo says, smiling as he glances down at Bucky and then over his shoulder at you on your knees behind him. "Have you finished?"

You look up from what you're doing, hoping it's right. "Yes, I think so?"

He comes around to look at the rope binding Bucky's wrists. It's just for show to heighten the experience. Of course Bucky could break free if he wanted to— his strength is no match for a few rough fibers— but this is a training of the mind as well as the body. "You see, pleasure can be just as awful." Zemo says, his voice making you shiver as he checks your work, tugging and tightening the rope a little more.

Leaning in close, he strokes Bucky's jaw, his finger reaching to trace the spine of his ear and you smile when the hairs on Bucky's right arm raise and Zemo loses the air of control for a second simply becoming the man who cares for the other deeply. "The irony of tying you to a chair to satisfy you is not lost on me, based on what I know of your past. But if you can endure it, I promise it will be nothing like the pain you've known. I could never hurt you in that way. Still, if at any time this is too much, if it triggers memories that change it from what it's meant to be, please— James— say the word, your word and it stops."

Bucky nods. "I will" He says softly.

"Nothing now?" Zemo asks genuinely wanting to know.

Bucky shakes his head. "No, nothing."

Zemo gives a confident nod and kisses the back of Bucky's head patting his cheek a little harder than he needs too. "I only want to make you feel good— eventually." He teases and Bucky rolls his eyes with a small laugh. 

Pleased, Zemo pushes up and goes to sit in the soft chair across the room, notably more comfortable than the one Bucky has been placed in. Although the more obvious differences being, Zemo is not bound, Zemo is not naked, and Zemo has not been so gently stroked and toyed with that he's been left with a perfectly vulnerable erection like Bucky has.

You'd had a hard time focusing on the ropes as the Baron made it happen. The way he'd taken Bucky in hand, winding down the length of his sex was in a word, mesmerizing. And when Bucky made that sound, that soft, pleading sound and Zemo stopped — his brow raised with such smug confidence— you wondered who would break first, you or Bucky. He'd quickly brought his hand up with one last tease, his fingers swirling around the curving head of Bucky's member only to let go as though he'd lost interest.

Bucky's groan was deep. He was beyond frustrated, but instead of breaking out of his restrains and fucking one of the two of you, he sat there just waiting to be punished for breaking rules in the first place.

He watches as you come and kneel before him, naked yourself as you've been told to be. He actually looks slightly scared but mostly curious. His erection is as always flawlessly pretty, arching up and back, smooth while perfectly veined and so inciting.

You only know what it is you're meant to do to him because you've had it done to you before. You figure it's very similar, only the mechanics are different because he's a man. If Zemo doesn't approve, he'll tell you.

The Baron in charge picks up his drink, the ice rattling as he takes a sip and lets the scene settle in his sights for a moment. He likes to see the two of you together, his two helpless things— his to play with and his to love.

"Begin."

Bucky inhales, but you smile at him to show that it won't hurt— it'll just drive him mad.

First you take the little bottle of body oil from the floor and put some in your hands rubbing them together.

He raises his brow watching you and starts to relax thinking he might understand now. You take him in hand and start to stroke, you are after all very good at this. Over and over again, up and down his long, thick shaft, curving your hand over the head of his cock until he moans and rolls his eyes shut. When he opens them he does seem a bit confused by this sudden attention and he flashes a smile because it feels so good. If this is all that's been planned, he could get used to this sort of punishment.