Your heels clicked on the hardwood floor, the men standing in succession as you passed. Respect. You were the boss's girl. They knew to treat you right. Never say 'no' to James's "Doll Face." No, you got what you wanted.
Expensive clothes. Trips to anywhere you wanted to go. Yeah, it was good to be his girl.
"Afternoon, Y/N," the voice came from your right. You grinned before pursing your perfect red lips. "Afternoon, Sam," you replied as he watched you pass. "Think he's on a call," Steve told you as you reached the thick, wooden door.
"He's expecting me."
Steve nodded, not bothering to argue. Bucky would have his ass if he even tried.
You turned the doorknob and stepped inside the well-decorated office. It was bright, expanse windows, floor to ceiling. An amazing view of the Brooklyn Bridge. Taking a seat across from him, he smiled, still in deep conversation.
You sat back in the comfortable chair, crossing your legs. He let out an audible sigh at the view. The black lacy stockings. The garters. "Get over here," he mouthed. "Now." You shivered, standing and making your way over, leaning against his desk.
His hand trailed up your thigh, biting his lip. "Yeah...tell me about the deal," he said into the phone as he looked up at you. "So beautiful," he mouthed, both hands now tugging at the black garters. You could see his cock straining against his slacks and you grinned wickedly.
"You gotta be quiet," he whispered, pulling his mouth from the phone. You nodded as he began to loosen his tie, quickly pulling it from his collar. "Open." You did as he asked, opening your mouth and he stood, gagging you. "Perfect. Good girl."
He continued his conversation, never wavering as he turned you around. His hand grazed your back and bent you over the desk. His free hand reached under your skirt and rubbed at your clothed folds, earning a moan from you. He pulled your hair roughly, turning your head.
His eyes were dark, and you visibly shook. "I said quiet," he mouthed and you nodded, eager to please. "Now...," he pushed you back over and pressed his lips to your ear.
"Hush."
You nearly came from that alone. He picked his phone back up, putting it to his ear, his other hand fumbling with his pants. You heard the belt drop to the floor and before you knew it, he ripped the panties from your body and pushed into you without warning.
You gripped the desk, trying desperately to remain quiet. "Yeah, well...," he said into the phone, his tone barely changing as he fucked into you. "Draw it up. Send the papers over and I'll think about it Stark. I gotta go."
He ended the call and put the phone down, gripping your hips tightly. "You better hold on, Doll Face. I'm not gonna be gentle." You complied, gripping the desk, knuckles white as he pounded harder. "Come in here. Teasin' me with lacy underwear. Knowin' it's my favorite."
"Gonna keep you gagged. Don't want my men hearin' those filthy moans. Nah, Sweetheart. Those are for my ears only. You belong to me. Don't you ever forget it."
You nodded, eyes shut. His words only pushed you further to your inevitable climax. He pulled out and roughly turned you around, his hands sliding up the sides of your thighs before opening your blouse. "God damn...," he breathed. "More black lace. You're gonna kill me. And look at these," he moaned, squeezing your breasts.
"Fantastic tits, baby. I love 'em."
He pushed your skirt up all the way and slammed back into you, making you whine behind the tie. "Look so pretty, Baby. So submissive for your man. Aren't ya? Letting me have you, lettin' me fill up this sweet cunt. You know I love it."
He fucked harder, deeper. Tears welled up in your eyes. You felt so close. Like you'd explode if you didn't cum soon. He yanked the tie down and slapped his hand over your mouth. "Where do you want it? Where'd you want me to fuck you, hmm?"
Your eyes flickered over to the large windows and he chuckled. "Want that, huh? Want all of Brooklyn to see that gorgeous ass?," he asked, taking a hand full, rough enough to leave bruises. "Fuck, Angel...," he sighed.
"Such a dirty whore."
He pulled out and picked you up, walking over. You whined when the cool glass hit your bare ass and he grinned, wrapping his arms around you and pushed back inside you. "Want the world to see how good your man fucks you? Wanna show 'em all how dirty you are? Want 'em all to see who this pussy belongs to?"
You whimpered, nodding and dragged your nails down his chest, making him growl. You grinned knowingly and did the same to his back. "Kitty's got claws, don't she?," he asked, gritting his teeth. "Gonna mark me up?," he asked you as your red nails did it again. You didn't dare speak, make a sound, only nodding.
"Bein' so good. Doin' what your Daddy expects. Bein' so quiet. Gonna reward you tonight. Gonna make you get so god damn loud. Gonna make you cum one, two, three times. Gonna have you quakin' for me. Legs shakin', pussy so wet. Achin' for my cock."
His hips jutted, his jaw clenched. He was close, so damn close. He was about to lose control, about to blow his load.
"Cum, Angel. Cum for me. But make sure baby...," he panted, "uh, fuck. Make sure you're quiet. Let go for me, baby. But hush," he growled, slapping his hand over your mouth again as your legs shook, a muffled moan escaping your lips as your walls clenched, shattering around him.
Two more hard thrusts and he did the same. A moan if your name and he filled you with his hot seed, his head falling to your shoulder. "So good...," he moaned, lips kissing over your now sweaty neck. "So good for me."
He helped you down, apologizing for your ripped panties, promising to buy you a new pair. You helped him with his pants and re-tied his black silk tie. Readjusting yourself and your lipstick, he watched as he reached for his phone. He apologized again, but you nodded. You understood his job, his priorities.
"Wait for me, hmm?," he asked, your hand on the door and you turned, giving him a smile. "Always," you replied.
