Tony Stark one shots

Bow down to your king

He patted your head gently as you sat on his knee. You knew the rules. Move without your husbands permission and you would regret it.
     
      The mob king took a strand of hair and twirled it around his finger. Suddenly he pulled it back, forcing you to lean back and look at his handsome face.
     
      "Who do you belong to?" The question came out dripping with a tone of domination that your husband knew he had over you.
     
      You knew better then to fight him. You knew how you had to answer his simple and yet complex question.
      
      "Y-you." You forced yourself to look into his brown chocolate colored eyes.
     
      "Excuse me?" He said it with venom. Love you or not, he wanted you to know who ruled over you.
     
      "S-sir. You sir." You made sure that the last sir had sounded smooth instead of shaking and hesitant.
      
     He quickly let you go back to your first position. He began stroking your hair softy and kissing your head.
      
      "You're right my beautiful wife. You are mine. Always will be." He kissed your head once more.
       
     For a moment, one moment, it felt normal. It felt like you had a normal husband. One who hadn't forced you to marry him. One who didn't force you to be his submissive obeying wife. One who didn't keep you around because of your beautiful looks.
         
      But it wasn't normal. He loved you, yes, but in a sick, abnormal way. He loved you because he could own you. He loved you because he knew you couldn't fight. He loved you because you were his. His play thing. His obsession.

     The day he found you he had become obsessed. He loved every bit of you. He wanted you. He had craved you.
     
     He had his men take you the next morning. You had been placed into a room alone and scared.
 
     As if it wasn't bad enough, some hot, handsome man walked and told you that you belonged to him now. That he was going to  make you marry him.

     You had laughed in his face. Until he picked you up and had kissed the hell out of you.

     Back then when he did it, it was surprising to you. Now, if he picked you up and made love to you on the floor you wouldn't be shocked.
   
      "What's on your mind sugar." He had asked the question with general curiosity and you replied carefully.
   
     "Just the past sir." You could feel him nod his head slightly in response to your answer.

     "Mm sugar, you're so beautiful."

     "Thank you sir."

     You knew it would change one day. You weren't sure if you wanted him to disappear. You did love him in some sense.
 
      But you knew your brother would find you.

      Clint would come for you.

       And when he did,
   
     He would kill his old friend for taking you.