Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Seven

"Put me down!" Your fists rained down uselessly on Steve's back.

He answered with a smack on your exposed ass cheeks, your position bent over his shoulder had your dress riding way up and doing nothing to protect your flesh.

"Hey!" You yelled again.

He walked you to the elevator and selected a floor. Pushing up on the small of his back you tried to turn to see where he was taking you. Your movement only earned you another harsh smack and you dropped your torso back down with a squeak. This time his hand remained, squeezing the stinging flesh.

"Where are we going?"

No answer.

"I can walk, you know."

Still nothing.

"Hmmph." You crossed your arms beneath you as the elevator stopped and Steve strode into a hallway similar to Livi's.

But this wasn't hers. The room he took you to was the first on the right. He strode in, turning on the lights and moving about the space without setting you down. The room just screamed Steve with all the dark wood tones, books stacked precisely on every surface, and art covering the walls. Hell, he even had a record player next to the soft leather chair by the windows.

Steve went for none of that. Going to the far wall, he opened a dresser drawer, the smooth glide of it filling the silence in the room. When he closed it he moved to his bed and dropped you to your back on the fluffy navy comforter. While the room remained stagnant, it felt as if your body continued to fall. The mattress beneath was surprisingly firm and when your vertigo eased you pushed up onto your elbows to look up at Steve. In his hands was a wound up length of black cord.

Your eyebrows drew down in confusion. "Ahhhh Steve?"

The hem of your dress had ridden up to your hips, exposing your white lace panties. His gaze was caught there, and you clamped your knees shut, the movement snapping him back to reality. His grip tightened on the cord in his hands.

"You're drunk." He stated the obvious.

"Only a little." You giggled.

"I'm going to bind you with this." He lifted the black rope.

Apprehension filled your mind but melted away as your eyes drifted over his figure, landing on the obvious bulge tenting the front of his pants. "Kinky." You grinned.

He moved slowly, bending down to place the rope on the bed next to you. His hands snaked their way up your sides before his grip turned tight at your ribs, lifting you up off the bed completely like you weighed nothing more than a feather.

"Sit back on your heels." He ordered and you moved your legs beneath you, a warmth gathering in your stomach as excitement filled your chest.

He brought your hands behind your back, showing you to grasp your opposite elbows so that your shoulder blades were pinched tightly together, your chest pushed out into his.

"Don't move." Came his next demand, whispered just behind your ear.

He placed a gentle kiss there before reaching over and bringing the cord back up for you to look at. You realized it was not one but three ropes.

Separating them he moved first to your legs, binding your ankles to your upper thighs. He pulled the cord tight, its strands digging into the meat of your flesh. The knots he tied were intricate.

"Were you a boy scout or did they teach you this in the army?" You joked as he finished the last knot at your thighs.

He ignored you, pulling the next cord down to the tops of your calves where he did the same type of knotting, effectively securing your thighs to your calves. When he finished you instinctively tried to sit up on your legs. Tried. The cords digging into you didn't allow it.